Chapter Sixteen

Azarel sat down on the far end of the rectangular dining table after hollering for Dawn to come out of her bedroom for dinner. He could still feel her lips on his and with every fibre of his being, he craved for time to hurry up so they could continue where they left off before he stepped away to make dinner for them. Dawn appeared soon after and headed towards the other end of the table to take her seat.

The dinner table was packed with delicious food. There was a tall claypot bowl of herbal chicken with a full-sized chicken in it, covered with all types of Chinese spices and the top slightly opened to release a mouthwatering aroma.

Next to it was a large plate of tofu, mixed with bean sprouts that marinated in layers of soy sauce among other condiments. Bits of vegetables covered the generous servings of tofu and steam escaped from the hot dish into the air.

After that was a wide tray of fried rice, topped with carrots and green peas as well as some strands of saffron. There were pieces of sausage inside and some kimchi was dumped on top to provide a sour twist to the spiced rice.

"Dig in," Azarel said to her and she smiled. Picking up a fork, she stared at it and hovered it over the herbal chicken before she set it down onto the table again. Getting off her seat, she closed her fingers around the sides of her dress and pulled it over her head, revealing a black half-cup lace bra that opened in front paired with black lace panties that were tied to her body with strings at the side.

Putting her hands on the table, she hoisted herself off the ground and put two knees on it. Placing one knee before the other, her hand connected with the herbal chicken claypot and pushed it over the edge, causing the liquid and chicken to spew everywhere on the floor with a deafening crash.

Crawling past the spot where the claypot originally was, she held onto the plate of tofu and inched it off the side of the table as well, and the porcelain shattered into pieces on the ground. Azarel had his hands interlocked before his mouth as he stared at what she was doing, the desire spreading across his body like wildfire.

Fuck, what was she?

Dawn crawled forward again, stopping before the fried rice. Dipping her hand into the mound of rice, she picked up a piece of kimchi and pushed it into her mouth teasingly. Chewing on it, she licked her fingers and closed her eyes to let a moan of pleasure out.

"Dawn, I'm warning you."

She reached a hand down into the tray again and picked up a tiny green pea to put it between her lips. Rubbing her lips across the ball, she licked it before it was sucked into her mouth.

"Warning me about?"

Her hands hovered over more pieces of kimchi on the tray of fried rice, but her eyes were on him.

"If you don't get here right now, you're not going to be sleeping tonight."

"I don't know, that sounds tempting," Dawn said with a slight smile.

"Come. Here," Azarel growled.

She let out a feminine laugh and using the back of her hand, she swiped the tray of fried rice off the dinner table and crawled up to him. Azarel got to his feet and wrapped his hand around her throat to raise her up to his level. Trapping her mouth in his, he pushed his tongue into her and she bit onto his tongue lightly before she sucked hard on it. Forcing his lips away from hers, she inhaled air from his mouth sharply with a groan as she shot forward to kiss him again. His hold on her throat tightened and as her mouth neared his, they growled into the wretched space separating their tongues.

Drawing back from her lips, he traced kisses down her chin to her neck, to her cleavage and across the swell of her breasts. Clawing at the closure of her bra in front, he tore her bra from her chest and released two pink hard tips into the cold, fiery air.

He rubbed one finger across the hard tip as she arched her back into his hand. Catching the hard nipple between two fingers, he pinched it and her breath left her body. Dropping his mouth over the nipple, his tongue swiped over the edges of it before he sucked onto it.

Biting into her nipple, one hand dropped to the strings at her hip and pulled the end of it outwards at a terribly slow pace. When it popped free, her panties fell down to the table in a heap around her knees and he touched his fingers onto the sore spot between her legs.

"You're so fucking wet already," Azarel growled and her nails dug his nape, and he returned his mouth to her breasts.

"Yes!" Dawn panted.

Inserting one finger into her wet folds, the tightness fought hard against his entrance but he pushed into it forcefully, sheathing his finger deep inside her until it could go in no further. Pushing another finger in, he spread his fingers out to ready her begging pussy for his cock.

His fingers reached down to his pants and unfastened the buttons furiously, and his pants sagged towards the ground. He removed his cock and Dawn sat down on the table, her legs spread wide apart and hanging over the edge of the table to cover him on either side.

"Fuck yes," she panted again. "Fuck me senseless!"

Pulling her body down across the table towards him, he put a hand on her stomach and flattened her back on the table. Grabbing onto one breast with the same hand, he positioned himself over her opening.

He grazed his top over her opening, running it up and down the wetness. She continued to breathe irregularly, her thighs shaking with pure desire. Pulling his cock further up, he circled her clit with his tip and her back arched like a cat.

"Azarel!"

"I've always wondered, Dawn. Are you religious?"

She lifted her head off the table and glared at him. "You've got to be kidding me right now."

"What?"

"Why are you talking instead of fucking me?!"

He continued circling his tip around her clit. Then he ran a finger across the bead and flicked it hard. Using the tip of that finger, he dug into her clit and nudged it in circles. Then he ran his cock across the opening of her pussy again, causing her back to lift off the table momentarily.

"Fuck me already!"

"Tell me, are you religious?"

"Wha-Wha- Why the fuck is this happening," she cried out as tears left her eyes. "Fucking hell."

"Answer the question and I'll fuck you good, Dawn."

"No, I'm not religious. But I still worship God."

"Well, Dawn," Azarel said. "That's going to change."

"What do you mean?" Dawn said, still crying with need.

"After tonight, you'll worship one person only," Azarel said. "And that person will be me."

With one quick thrust, his cock dived into her pussy and she gasped aloud. Her pussy clenched hard onto his cock, and he pulled out slowly, only to thrust back in again with force. Thrusting and thrusting violently, he fucked her until she screamed his name out into the air, and echoes of her cries of pleasure filled the room. As he slammed in and out of her, her boobs bounced up and down blindingly and the table rattled to their fucking. Her hand shot outwards and more glass cups toppled over the edge, joining the mess on the floor.

Ramming into her with thrust after forceful thrust, he gripped onto either thigh to keep her legs far open until red spots bloomed on her skin. Pulling one leg to rest on his shoulder, he lifted her ass off the table and shoved her pussy into his cock repeatedly until the orgasm took over, exploding between their bodies like fireworks in the sky. Picking up pace, he gave one last thrust before her pussy spasmed around his cock, and finally, they rode the climax together.