Chapter Thirteen

Azarel was watching a movie in the living room while waiting for Dawn but nothing on the screen grabbed his attention. She had asked him for movie night earlier that morning, and he agreed readily because it was precious family time, and he wanted to make sure that she knew he still loved her.

It took about fifteen minutes for her to show up in the living room. The smell of roses wafted to his nose and his head snapped to her. Her hair was wet from a shower and several strands fell around her shoulders, sticking to the white fabric of her shirt. The rest of her was dressed in black dolphin shorts, serving him his first look to her bare thighs. He tore his eyes away, and she came over to sit beside him.

"Can we watch something else?" Dawn asked.

"Sure," Azarel said, gesturing to the remote control, which she picked up. She flipped through some movies before finally settling on one that looked interesting.

The cold air from the air conditioner blew on his skin, and he nearly went to his room to get a sweater. Rubbing his arms, he warmed himself up before he looked over at Dawn. She seemed to be handling the cold well, and that made him relieved.

"This movie - " Azarel started, but stopped when Dawn neared him on the couch, hooking her arm into his and putting her head on his shoulder.

"What about the movie?" Dawn asked as she stared at him. Her breath fanned his cheek and the hairs on his arm raised.

"Nothing. I just - " he said but trailed off when she pressed her lips to his cheek. "Dawn, please."

"What? Tell me you don't want it, and I'll stop," she said. "I respect you."

"I - " Azarel said and the words caught in his throat. What was wrong with him? She half smiled and got to her knees on the couch. Then she threw herself over him, confining him with either knee on either side of him. Sitting on top of his lap, she cupped his cheeks and lifted his mouth into hers.

Licking his lips lightly at first, she touched her lips to his softly before sucking hard on his upper lip. Releasing his upper lip, she dropped to his lower lip to nibble on it, pulling it gently. Kissing him repeatedly, he let out a groan which made her smile into their kiss. Her thighs clenched onto his body and she thrust her tongue into his mouth and ran her tongue over his.

Azarel put both hands on her waist and every muscle in his body screamed for him to throw her onto the couch beside him to kiss all her sore spots away, but he pulled her arm away and separated them instead.

"Dawn, what are you doing?"

"I'm kissing you," she said matter-of-factly.

"Didn't I say this wasn't right? That - "

"Tell me you don't want me either."

"You're still traumatised and you're latching onto any form of affection you can find, and you think you can find what you want in me - "

"That's not an answer. Tell me you don't want this."

"Dawn, come on."

"You can't say it, can you? Because you want it as well."

"Who said so?" Azarel said, forcing a growl back as water droplets from her hair fell onto his chest, seeping through his shirt and brushing against his skin. Out of nowhere, his entire body was inflamed with desire, and he felt the heat everywhere. Dawn half smiled and moved against his lap, causing his muscles to tense up.

"Well then, what is this hardness I feel under my body?" Dawn said.

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Azarel picked Dawn up by the waist and lifted them off of the couch. She crossed her legs behind his back as he stood up, her hands wrapped around his nape. He turned back to the couch and tried to drop her on it, but her legs were firmly hooked behind him.

"Dawn, I have to go to the restroom," he said to her.

Her ass was already on the couch, and he was hovering over her, body still attached to hers. He tried to draw back again, but her hold on him was firm.

"Fuck me, Azarel. You're clearly thinking about it."

He emboldened himself. There was only one way to pry himself from her, and he didn't want to do it, not with the way his body was reacting to her. But he didn't have a choice.

Putting one hand on the inside of one of her thighs, he pushed it outwards from his body. Her leg separated from his body and he held it open on the couch. From their current position, it sure as hell looked like he was parting her legs to fuck her.

Azarel, you know she wants you. All it takes is a pull of her shorts down her legs, her panties nudged aside and your cock over her opening for it to be done and over with. It's that simple.

He blinked the furious thoughts away as Dawn's chest rose and fell sharply, and his touch on her inner thigh burned. Her other leg dropped to the couch and he removed himself from her, heading for the restroom as the alarms went off in his head.

What the fuck are you doing, leaving her?!

He stormed into the restroom, his head spinning and heart drumming loudly in his chest. The room spun with him and he put his hands on the sink for support. This was not normal. Angels did not feel dizzy, they did not need support. He stared at the mirror, at his reflection.

His expression was wrecked with desire, and his eyes feral. They were black and he could hardly see his irises anymore. He felt like an animal starved of food for weeks and his grip on the sink tightened.

Ripples of desire shot across his shoulder blades, down his spine, across his abdomen, past his thighs and straight into his cock, which bulged against his pants.

Oh, fucking damnation.

Images of her naked sped through his mind. Dawn, moaning in pleasure. Dawn, arching her back, arching her pussy into his mouth. Dawn, legs wrapped around his back as he pounded into her fast and quick like he wanted to, like she would fucking beg him to.

The desire was thick on his skin, and his body trembled with it. Cold fire lit his skin up, and fireworks exploded behind his eyes.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't be thinking like this!

He gripped hard onto the sink as his wings burst from his back, passing through the four walls of the restroom. They vibrated violently, as they normally did when he was in need of a good fuck. Another aggressive shiver sparked across his body and his jaw clenched.

Then he lifted a fist up, and with one hard throw, he smashed it into the mirror.