Chapter 12

As he grinded against her, pleasure shot from her core to her whole body. Her head fell back giving him more access to her neck.

His scent filled her nose and head making her moan louder and louder as he grinded against her harder and harder.

She completely lost the ability to think, this was the first time she felt this way.

The pleasure became more and more intense making her arch her back and press onto him tighter, she shut her eyes focusing on this new deliciously intense sensation.

"Oh....pls...yes...oh"

Tears flowed from her eyes as she felt the ball of pleasure tightened inside her hot core and lower abdomen, spreading throughout her whole body , and then finally exploding in a white light, making her eyes roll back. She cried out, her entire body shaking uncontrollably.

When she came back to her senses, her sharp gaze locked onto the figure before her, her voice slicing through the charged air with icy venom. "How dare you—"

But before she could finish, the figure leaned closer, his smirk deepening into something darker, something far more intimate. "You liked it, didn't you?" he interrupted smoothly, his tone low and teasing, sending an unfamiliar heat coursing through her veins.

Athasia's lips parted to retort, but his next words silenced her, leaving her momentarily stunned. "You pressed your whole body against me, refusing to let go. Hmm?" His grey eyes bore into hers, challenging her, almost daring her to deny it.

A flicker of rage crossed her expression, but it was accompanied by a faint flush of color on her otherwise pale face. She hated how his words got under her skin, how her body betrayed her yet again by remembering the warmth of his touch.

Her voice dropped, tired but still laced with determination. "When I find you…" she began, her tone a dangerous promise, but even her words faltered as her strength ebbed. The ribbons binding her glowed faintly, draining her resistance with every second.

The figure reached out, brushing a strand of platinum hair away from her face with a tenderness that contrasted starkly with the power he exuded. "Shhh," he murmured softly, his voice a gentle command. "Go to sleep."

Athasia felt the weight of his words settle over her like a blanket, heavy and suffocating. Her eyelids drooped, but she resisted, clinging to consciousness with sheer willpower. Her lips moved, forming the question that burned in her mind.

"Who are you?" she whispered, her voice faint but persistent.

The figure sighed, a sound that was equal parts amusement and exasperation. His smirk faded, replaced by something unreadable as he studied her. For a moment, he didn't answer, as if weighing the consequences of revealing himself.

Finally, he spoke, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the very air around them. "Zamiel," he said, the name dripping with power, each syllable heavy with meaning.

Athasia repeated it, her voice barely audible but steady. "Zamiel…" she murmured, tasting the name on her tongue.

The reaction was immediate. The figure—Zamiel—tensed, his body stiffening as if her saying his name had struck a nerve. His breath hitched, and for the first time, his composure cracked. He leaned closer, his grey eyes darkening as he exhaled slowly, heavily.

"Yes," he said, his voice soft but intense, filled with an emotion she couldn't quite place. "Now… go to sleep."

This time, the command was absolute, laced with a power she couldn't resist. Her vision blurred, and despite her best efforts, she felt her consciousness slipping away.

The last thing she saw was Zamiel's face, his gaze burning into hers with an intensity that promised this was far from their last encounter. Then, darkness claimed her once more.