Passion

[A/N: I really enjoyed writing the past chapters. And I am excited to write his next wife's backstory cuz' she has some quirks. Should I drop this series and create a new one, a story of Azrael's adventure in the Dream World? Hmmmm.]

Present.

In the midst of silent night, bright stars shine, all beings sleep and dive-in to their dreams, and two lovers cuddle each other, caressing their partner's warm skin tenderly.

The man would from time to time touch his woman's silky hair, he indulged to her aromatic scent, the scent he misses so much. The scent that arouses his desire to possess her.

The woman would from time to time circle her finger to her man's chest covered by thin clothes. She would sniff his manly scent that was capable of provoking and flaring her hidden lust. She misses him so much. Although it was only 28 years for her, it was countless years for her man who was left in Dream World. Every time she thinks of it, her heart aches.

The two lovers who entered their own world were none other than Azrael and Bianca.

Bianca pressed her head to Azrael's chest, her breath bypassing his clothes, making contact and tickling his chest, a sensation Azrael enjoyed.

"I miss you." She uttered.

"I miss you too. I am sorry to keep you guys waiting" Azrael replied, his tone has traces of doting and love that are usually non-existent to his usual self. He would only show this side of him to his loved ones.

"I know." She paused. "It may be a few years for us but I know, 'we' know that countless years have passed in the Dream World. I can't imagine how lonely it would be for you to be left alone without company. Just imagining it, breaks my heart. So you don't need to apologize to us, instead we should be the one to thank you. Thank you for fulfilling your promise that you would come for us."

Azrael smiled lovingly.

"Of course I would come and find you guys, because I am your husband and will always be proud to call you guys my wives."

Hearing Azrael's passionate words, Bianca's face turned red. She looked at Azrael's face, her eyes shone with longing and desire. She brought her face near Azrael's. Their lips were a few centimeters away. Their breaths intertwined, their rouse hearts beat with each other creating natural and beautiful rhythms.

Azrael's lips advance so as Bianca's, bringing their lips to their desired destination.

Azrael's tongue invaded Bianca's mouth, to which she responded with bold advances. The two in-love tongues fought intensely, both seeking domination to its partner. Their tongues intertwined, danced, fought, caressed each other.

**Slurp** **Slurp** **Slurp**

Sounds of the intense battle echoed.

The intense battle lasted for 30 minutes before they separated to catch their breaths. As they separated, a thin silver and transparent line was formed.

They looked at each other's eyes provokingly. Their love cannot be masked, their longing cannot be contained, they desire cannot be tamed, thus another battle ensued.

This time, Bianca was much faster on her advances. Her tongue invaded Azrael's mouth first which was welcomed by Azrael's intense retaliation.

His hands, as if having its own life, traveled from Bianca's knee to her legs under the dress. Taking its time threading her smooth and perfect legs until it reached its target, Bianca's perky peach. Grab it he did, he squeezed it, kneaded it, further arousing Bianca.

Small and faint moans escape Bianca's preoccupied mouth. She grabbed Azrael's clothes as she pressed herself harder towards her man.

As the time went by, Azrael's and Bianca's hand became bolder and bolder, they started to undress each other.

Azrael started to unbutton the buttons he could find and unlaced all laces he could trace.

Bianca exact her revenge and aggressively tear Azrael's clothes, starting with the clothes that hide his broad chest.

The undressing continued until no clothes covered them. Azrael looked at the beautiful figure that was now lying in the bed.

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