Like A Good Girl

Azreal's fingers gripped her waist and held her to the ground, his lips pulling away from her neck. "You can not do that love, I am trying to take this as slow as possible." He whispered against her lips.

With his hands holding her waist in place, Elysia could not thrust her hips into his even though she was very much tempted to do so. Instead, she dug her fingers into his already messy hair and pulled him closer allowing her to capture his lips once again.

A moan escaped her mouth as he sucked on her tongue and lips leaving no part of her mouth unattended to, Azreal felt so good against her, she could feel his hard toned muscles and his smooth skin against hers.

Azreal pulled away from her, he helped Elysia up so that she was sitting down before helping her to pull the night dress off her body. The firelight reflected off her skin, enhancing its texture and highlighting her perfection. His eyes roamed over every part of her body, drinking her in slowly.