Chapter Fourteen

Dawn was asleep, again in a fetal position, her historical romance novel now beside her on the bed. She had patched it up with transparent tape along the seams, covering the entire front and back with it as well. One hand clutched onto it, holding it near to her heart. Walking over, Azarel's wings were in flight behind him as he gently lifted the book from her fingers to place it on her bedside table.

She was dreaming. And as he let himself into her mind, she was dreaming about him. Her dreams were made up of all the memories she had of him which he had foolishly put into her mind.

It was all his fault.

He gave her memories to make her happier, but it caused her to fall for him instead. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner? That something as horrible as this could happen? She was broken and saw him as her saviour, when he was anything but. Images of the boy whose soul he shattered raced through his mind. If Dawn's life were ever in danger, could he even trust himself to stay out of it to protect her soul?

He ran his fingers through her hair, causing her to shift in her bed a little. Lowering his mouth to her forehead, he placed a kiss there. Her skin was cold as usual and his lips felt like they were on fire. He drew back from her and watched as she continued dreaming about him, the corner of her lips slightly extended in a pleasant smile.

Dawn, forgive me.

With a pulsating light, he pierced her skull and laid hold of every memory he had ever put into her mind. All the memories she had come to treasure, all the memories she believed were good, but were actually harmful instead. He wrenched them from her mind and dissolved them in the light, and within moments, she stopped dreaming and a frown replaced her smile. His heart nearly broke at the sight of her furrowed brows, but this was a step he had no other choice but to take.

She would forgive him one day.

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"You know," Dawn said to him. "I love sushi and all. But I feel like you're being kind of lazy with this parenting thing. We had wraps but you made me make them myself, and with this sushi thing, you're making me roll them up myself too."

"Food tastes better when you make it yourself," Azarel said to her, blinking.

"Yeah, so why don't you make it? I'd like to have a meal ready the moment I sit down for breakfast. If you're not in charge of cooking, then what are you here for?"

"I do a lot more than cooking, Dawn. Surely you know that."

"I'm just saying as my guardian, it kind of is your job to make sure I am well fed. You seem to like cutting corners on that."

"I thought you didn't see me as only your guardian," Azarel said.

She blinked at him. "What? What are you going on about?"

Perfect, she had truly forgotten about everything.

"Nothing," Azarel said. "Clean up after you eat."

"See what I mean? Cleaning up after I eat is also your job, which you're delegating to me instead. I feel like the parent here."

"Don't be a brat, Dawn," Azarel. "Would you grow up for once?"

"Well, I'm sorry to break it to you, but I'm still a fucking teenager and this is how teenagers act. Deal with it."

"I could list all the things I do for you as your guardian, like - "

She let out a loud groan, cutting him off. "I'm full. The sushi's great. I have to go to therapy soon, so I guess I'll see you later." Then she got up from her seat and disappeared into her bedroom. She reappeared later dressed in better clothes, a tote bag on her shoulder. "Bye."

"I'll drive you there," Azarel said.

"That's more like it. I used to have to take public transport on my own even though you have a car. You're really slacking off, Azarel."

He stared at her in silence. "It's called teaching you independence - " he said halfway as she popped in earphones on either ear.

Apparently, her not having feelings for him meant she was going to be like this.

"Dawn, I'm talking to you," Azarel said. She gestured to her ears, telling him that she couldn't hear him. He frowned. He got up from his seat as well and walked over to open the door for her. As she stepped past the door, she stopped in the doorway and turned around to look at him after removing an earbud from one ear.

"Don't think things changed," she told him.

"What do you mean?"

"I still love you that way, the way a woman loves a man. I know we weren't close growing up, but I remember every instance of you sacrificing personal time after a long day at work to have movie night with me, I remember you bringing me out to the mall even though you hate every movie I bring you to and you think I don't know it, I remember every single time you enter my bedroom thinking I'm asleep to watch over me and see that I'm comfortable and safe. And I remember when you carried me up three hundred steps simply because I had cramps from doing something you told me not to do. I may act like a spoiled brat, but one thing I know I'm mature about is the way I feel about you, so you can fucking forget it if you think I'm giving up on you."

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Azarel drifted in and out of sleep, his back stuck to the bed. The air conditioner was on and the room was cold, but fire lit up every inch of his skin. The dream was so real, he felt as if it was lucid. He opened his eyes and the ceiling came into focus momentarily but when the sleep overtook his eyelids again, he drifted off into sleep and the images burned into his corneas.

Dawn was on the dinner table, her legs spread wide apart, her hands clutching onto the hair on top of her head as she silenced her own screams of pleasure. He was on the ground before the table, before her glistening core. Her panties had been thrown across the room and he buried his face again in her folds, licking up her juices. Her thighs trembled as his tongue went in and out of her, and she tasted like unadulterated damnation wrapped up in innocence.

His eyes fluttered open momentarily, and the light of the dream changed into the darkness of his room. He breathed heavily, and he could almost taste her nectar on his tongue. His hand went up to his forehead to cover it. It was burning. Closing his eyes again, he retreated to the vivid heaven he was in until his ceiling fan came into focus again.

He felt his blanket being torn from his body. Blinking a while and trying to force himself out of the wretched dream, he felt two hands touch either of his thighs, fingers running up their length and stopping at the hem of his lounge pants. The hands slid his pants down his body, and a cold hand wrapped around his cock to free it from his clothes.

"Fuck… yes," Azarel whispered.

The hand gripped onto his cock hard as Azarel continued drifting in and out of sleep. Her taste will still heavy on his tongue when he was forced back to his room. His eyes were still heavy with sleep and he pressed hard into them as he felt the pressure burgeoning between his hips.

A hand was stroking him up and down, licking the side of his cock and covering the tip of it with cold lips that sucked on his precum. With a swift motion, those lips slid down his length and the tip of his cock touched the back of a throat. The mouth slid up and down his cock, sucking hard on it with each movement.

"Just like that, fuck!" Azarel breathed as the sleep overtook his eyes again. His dream barely touched him before he was back in his room again, his shirt wet with perspiration and his thighs clenched. His eyes flew open and he blinked repeatedly.

He had a wet dream about Dawn.

The guilt hit him hard as images of the dream flew through his mind. What the fuck was wrong with him? And why the fuck did he feel as if he was fucking her right now? His cock was erect, and he felt as if he was pushing in and out of Dawn - of -

He looked down at himself. Blinked a few times.

Dawn was hovering over his lower body, giving him head.

"Dawn! Fuck!"

She removed her mouth from his cock. "Soon." Then she wrapped her lips around his cock again, her head bobbing up and down.

"D-Dawn - " Azarel said in horror as his entire body tensed up. His thighs shook violently and within seconds, pleasure exploded from his cock across every inch of his skin, even up to his shoulder blades. Violent lights exploded behind his eyes and the shockwaves of an orgasm tore through his body. His cock emptied itself into her mouth and she sucked out of it, staring at him with eyes that shone with victory, the side of her lips dripping with his cum.

"Well, that was fast."