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kimstclair · 2 years

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Gwynriel HC - cheek kisses

At the beginning of their relationship, when they still hadn't admitted that they liked each other, Gwyn and Azriel expressed their feelings through cheek pecks.

It all started one evening when Gwyn first kissed Azriel's cheek in thanks for he helped her reorganize a shelf at the library.

She didn't say anything about it for the next few days, but Azriel couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. I mean, the man didn't wash his face for a whole week because he could still feel the place where her lips touched his skin.

Until one night he finally took the courage and kissed her cheek and wished her a good night after their private session in the training ring.

Gwyn blushed and opened her mouth, but said nothing. She turned on her heel and hurried down to the library.

The next morning, she greets Azriel as he goes up to the training ring. "Good morning, Shadowsinger," she kissed his cheek in the darkness of the stairs before stepping into the ring as if nothing had happened.

After that, everything turned into an excuse for a kiss on the cheek.

A kiss for good night. A kiss for good morning. A kiss for good luck before Azriel goes on a mission.

A kiss to thank Gwyn for filling him a glass of water during their private training.

A kiss for Azriel when he brought her chocolate from Velaris.

Did Gwyn succeed at a new dagger technique? She deserves a kiss on the cheek.

Did Azriel's shadows dance for her? Give him a kiss on the cheek in retribution.

One day, after Az returned from Hewn City, he was really disturbed by what happened there. Gwyn found him and comforted him by wrapping her arms around his neck and placing countless kisses on his cheeks.

After that, they didn't even need an excuse to kiss. They would just go to the private library where they could be cuddling and kissing until the sun came up.

They kissed each other's cheeks, nose and forehead. They never kissed on the lips, though.

Azriel was helping Cassian organize the wooden swords after one morning training when Gwyn returned to the ring with a book in her hands. "The mystery novel I told you about last night," she offered the shadow singer the book with a smile.

Azriel didn't think long before he picked up the book and cupped her face with his other hand to peck her on the nose.

A loud noise startled them. Cassian had dropped all the swords on the ground and was staring wide-eyed at the two of them.

"Uh, late for my shift, gotta go", Gwyn spoke rushly and vanished through the arc way.

"Don't you say a fucking word to anyone", Azriel threatened his brother with a feral gaze.

"Nes will rip off your balls when she finds out", Cassian patted his shoulder with an amused smile, but Azriel could swear his brother's eyes were shining with joy.

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broodybatboy · 2 years

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Gwynriel Headcanons: Nights

Summary: Our favorite insomniacs really need to sleep. Preferably together. For @gwynrielweek2022 Imagination Running Wild

"Darkness in her abounds, and all that she inspires is nocturnal and profound."

Sleep schedule…. who? don’t know her ❌

Gwyn delays sleep with reading, training, and making up scenarios with her wild imagination.

Azriel is a quiet procrastinator and delays sleep with busy work, training, or analyzing his mind's catalog of information.

Their late-night rendezvous in the training ring become routine.

Gwyn likes to chatter and is definitely stalling to avoid sleep. He catches on to this almost immediately. He doesn't mind. Not one bit.

She catches on to his little lies too. She knows better than to push him.

Until...she has a terrible, awful, very bad day and is tired. Exhausted beyond belief. Mother above, can she just get a full night's sleep for once? He quietly confesses his own dreadful nights. Once they start, talking to each other is easy.

It’s like a self-help meeting of Insomniacs Anonymous. They share a quiet understanding of support. What’s keeping you up? What's on your mind? What worries and troubles are causing the restlessness?

Vulnerability doesn’t feel hard with someone who understands.

The first night they sleep together... they're nestled on the sofa. They spent the whole night talking and showing each other books. A shy smile and a blush when they realize they're basically horizontal. Neither of them ready to admit that they don't want the other to get up. That was the best sleep they've had in weeks (read more here...)

Eventually, these idiots realize they're perfect for each other.

Cuddling. There is lots and lots of cuddling.

Our baby Az is so starved for touch that he becomes the snuggliest and cuddliest little bat. He takes his role as big spoon very seriously.

He also loves when Gwyn is adorably stubborn and insists on cradling him. She loves feeling bigger than she actually is.

Their late-night chats become filled with giggles, cackles, and roaring laughs. Heated hot-button debates. Pillow talk takes on a literal meaning when one of them is mad. Other times, it’s sleepy mumbles and incoherent gibberish. And unguarded honesty with the one person who matters.

Gwyn sleeps by the window. She likes the cold breeze, the moon in all her glory, and turning to see the vastness of the world.

Azriel sleeps closest to the door. A force of habit. A form of self-preservation and instinct to throw himself at danger and meet menaces head-on. Now, he has someone worth protecting.

Teddy bear? Nah, how ‘bout a knife.

He gets her a blade. Well, he's gotten her several daggers and hand-knives and longswords. He urges her to keep the best one, the twin to his own, under her pillow.

Teddy the Knife

He will do anything to keep her safe. She feels it in the wrap of his arms. The blanket he pulls on her. The way he turns to check the door. The shield of his love.

Both are extremely light sleepers.

One night, they're startled by crashing sounds. Instantly, he shields her and she reaches for the weapon under his pillow. They realize it’s just their incredibly annoying housemates down the hall.

Gwyn puts the dagger down. All traces of sleep are gone. Now, both of them are fully awake busybodies.

They stare at each other. She rolls her eyes. He runs a hand down his face and releases an exasperated sigh. Oh, the torment of centuries of living with Cassian. Now, Cassian and Nesta.

A naked experiment has gone horribly wrong. Cassian is blaming Nesta. A book gets thrown. Screaming. Something is definitely broken beyond repair. Gwyn and Az laugh as bickering reverberate through the halls.

Gwyn: “Has Cassian always been this loud?”

Azriel: 🙄😤

Gwyn: “They sound like rabid animals.”

Azriel: "They sound like that in bed, too.”

Gwyn: “Mother above, Nesta’s getting louder. One way or another Cassian is going to leave her very hoarse tonight."

Azriel nearly falls off the bed with rumbling laughs.

He almost always favors when she sleeps first. At night is when he feels most safe. He whispers I love you's in the darkness. It’s raw sounding and full of pure emotion. It’s almost incredulous as if he can’t quite believe this is his reality. This is happening. His mate is sleeping in his arms.

Some mornings, Gwyn will wake up before him. His arm and wings are loosely draped around her. She will do her best to remain as still as possible

He's the loveliest thing she's ever seen. His hair is messy and ruffled. All his features are calm. There’s a gentleness to him that you don't see in the day. It’s only for her and this moment. His mouth hangs slightly open. His lips a bit swollen from all their kissing. She will lean and place a soft kiss and whisper how much she adores him. She sends a silent prayer to the ceiling, to the stars, to whoever will listen. Please keep him safe. Please keep him at peace. Just like this. Then, she is nuzzling back to the comfort of his embrace.

He smiles in his sleep.

He sleeps like a rock. Heavy and handsome. The unreal heat and magnetism of her wrapped around him all night. He doesn’t think or even dream. And if he does It’s just a series of nebulous flashes of her. Her face. Her body. Her laugh.

She sleeps like an angel. Ethereal and glorious. Her mind floats to all things good and beautiful. Her face is innocent. She clings to him protectively. A guardian.

He sleeps in his underwear. Gwyn’s preferred pajamas are his shirts. He goes absolutely mad the night she emerges in a far too revealing nightgown made of silk barely hanging off her with tiny straps

If only he had a blade to rip ‘em right off…

Most nights they sleep with nothing at all ;)

There’s the nights where she silently suffers. There’s no tears. A jolt out of bed and heavy breathing. All shock and realization. Some buried primal part of him understood the change in breathing, his senses and shadows heeding her every discomfort. He rubs his hand gently on her stomach. She turns and in seconds he's fully awake. He's hugging her. A comforting touch that brings her back to this world.

There's the nights his job takes its twisted burdensome toll. He's tired in the way that leaves him empty and cold. If he could collapse, he'd be crying on the floor. But she’s there waiting in his bed.

And on nights they’re apart. She’s still there. Her scent lingers on his sheets, his clothes, and he finds pieces of her. Strands of hair, a book, a hair ribbon, tidied up papers on his desk and a silly little joke scribbled and hidden in his reports

One day, he decides that he can't bear to be without her at night. He desperately wants to wake up with her every day.

Gwyn realizes that sleeping alone is cold and more often than not, miserable. She misses his messy hair, the fingertips on her bare skin, and the melody of his breath.

She confronts him. She politely proclaims that the nightly separation is ridiculous. She sights a rambling list of very thoughtful reasons. The only logical solution will be to permanently move in together.

She doesn’t get to finish her final point before he’s lifting her up with a beaming smile. He's already planning, already dreaming, already building their future.

Then, they move into their own room in the house he built for them on the outskirts of the city by sea. It’s a sanctuary. He built it so that she could face her massive window and have the best view. At night, she gets not one, but two moons. The moon in all her glory and the reflection in the sea.

Tracing circles absentmindedly. Fingers through hair. Forehead kisses. Strokes of arms. Buried in the chest. Tight squeezes. Protective arms over stomachs.

Gwyn and Azriel still don't sleep. But now…it’s because they have each other. Tangled up in their limbs and love.

And when they finally doze off, it’s a rhythm of their breaths like music. The comforting waves of the sea. Heartbeats in sync. One day, the gentle snore of their child. The sounds of their love.

Check out my other headcanons like this :) Coffee, Illyria, Touch , Cozy & Festive

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shansenfan · 2 years

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When Gwyn first leaves the library to go into the city, she’ll be accompanied by Nesta, Emerie, Cassian and Azriel.

But before she opens the library doors, Gwyn begins to slightly panic. Then, a single shadow appears and reaches out to stroke her pale cheek before slithering to the door handle in quiet encouragement. Gwyn touches the handle, smiles at the shadow, that is now wrapping around her arm like a silk ribbon, and opens the door.

Did Azriel send his shadow because he could feel her panic? Or did the shadow do it on its own accord?

I guess we’ll never know.

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tato-acm · 2 years

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gwynriel week 2022 - day 5 - favorite gwynriel theory - @gwynrielweek2022

Azriel’s shadows already know Gwyn is his mate and are trying to set them up (or simply get Az to spend more time around Gwyn so the shadows themselves can be around her 😌).

>> Azriel bonus chapter:

He aimed for the training pit, giving in to the need to work off the temptation, the rage and frustration and writhing need. He found it already occupied. His shadows had not warned him. [...]

"It's fine. I came to retrieve something I forgot." The lie was smooth and cool, as he knew his face was. His shadows peered over his wings at her.

The young priestess smiled — and Azriel thought it might have been directed at his curious shadows. [...]

"How was the party?" Her breath curled in front of her mouth, and one of his shadows darted out to dance with it before twirling back to him. Like it heard some silent music. [...]

Azriel dipped his head in a sketch of a bow, something restless settling in him. Even his shadows had calmed. As if content to lounge on his shoulders and watch. [...]

Azriel entered the warmth of the stairwell, and as he descended, he could have sworn a faint, beautiful singing followed him. Could have sworn his shadows sang in answer.

>> acosf - chapter 60:

Gwyn asked Az, her teal eyes bright, “What do we get if we finish the course?”

Az’s shadows danced around him. “Since there’s no chance in hell any of you will finish the course, we didn’t bother to get a prize.”

Boos sounded. Gwyn lifted her chin in challenge. “We look forward to proving you wrong.”

>> acosf - chapter 68:

There are plenty of other unspeakable things that could be happening to her,” Cassian said, voice thickening. “To Emerie and Gwyn.”

The shadows deepened around Azriel, his Siphons gleaming like cobalt fire. “You—we—trained them well, Cassian. Trust in that. It’s all we can do.”

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gwynrielweeksofficial · 1 year

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Gwynriel week 2023, coming soon…

Art credit: @llibarts ♥️

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sabrinasam · 2 years

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A Symphony of Shadows

Happy Gwynriel week! Revisiting one of my all time favorite pieces by itswibell_art on IG. 🖤

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valkyriesbooks · 2 years

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GWYNRIEL WEEK 2022

She angled her head, hair shining like molten metal. "Do you sing?” He blinked. It wasn't every day that people took him by surprise, but… “Why do you ask?” “They call you shadowsinger. Is it because you sing?”

"I am a shadowsinger—it's not a title that someone just made up." She shrugged again, irreverently. Az narrowed his eyes, studying her. "Do you, though?" she pressed. "Sing?"

Azriel couldn’t help his soft chuckle. “Yes.”

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lady-riel · 2 years

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“Ten Reasons” - Gwynriel one-shot

Summary: Gwyn thinks that she and Az should move in together and she has a list of ten reasons why. One-shot ficlet.

A/N: This ficlet was inspired by one of @broodybatboy‘s headcanons, so this is dedicated to her ❤️.

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Ten Reasons

“Az, I have something to talk to you about.”

Azriel looked up at Gwyn from the pile of reports he was reading while sitting up against the headboard of his bed.

Gwyn stood at the foot of the bed, holding a piece of paper and wearing a determined look on her face.

He put his reports aside. “Sure, love. What’s going on?”

Gwyn squared her shoulders like she was preparing for battle. “So we’ve been…doing stuff for a while.”

Azriel smirked. Although she still wasn’t ready for sex, they had done a lot of ‘stuff,’ as she had put it, in the eight months they had been dating.

“We have,” he said teasingly.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “This is serious.”

He tried to arrange his face into something resembling solemnity but his hazel eyes still danced with mirth.

Gwyn cleared her throat nervously. “I’ve been thinking that it’s time for me to move in here—and before you say anything,” she said in a rush, “I want you to hear my reasons.”

Azriel’s expression didn’t change. “Alright,” he said, “Let’s hear them.”

“Reason one,” Gwyn said, swallowing, “I sleep here most nights already. Reason two, it’s getting very tiresome going back and forth to the dorms for my clothes.”

Azriel’s lips twitched.

“Reason three,” Gwyn went on, “I like when you hold me when I have nightmares. Reason four, you like when I rub your back when you have nightmares.”

Azriel’s gaze on her was soft, but Gwyn determinedly kept her eyes on her paper and proceeded.

“Reason five, we can bathe together in the evenings. Reason six, you can brush the tangles out of my hair after your fingers get it all knotted up.”

Azriel pressed his lips together to avoid smirking.

“Reason seven, when I sleep here you can wake me up in the middle of the night to eat me out.”

Azriel almost lost the battle trying to control his expression.

“Reason eight, your shadows get lonely without me in the bed.”

All the shadows nodded to Azriel in agreement. He rolled his eyes at them.

“Reason nine, when I sleep here there’s another pillow which means you have room for extra daggers.”

Azriel’s brows lifted in interest.

“Reason ten, you can give me early morning kisses when we wake up together,” Gwyn finished.

She folded her paper and looked at him nervously. “That’s it,” she said. She bit her lip. “So what do you think?”

Azriel didn’t say anything. He got up from the bed, took her hand as he walked past her, and led her over to his dresser. Bending down, he opened the very bottom drawer. It was empty. He opened the one above it, which was also empty. Then the one above that, and then the second to top. All empty.

He looked at Gwyn, his eyes gentle. Her mouth hung open, and she looked back and forth between Azriel and the drawers. She tried to say something but nothing came out. After a moment she finally stammered, “How—how long have they been empty?”

Azriel smiled tenderly at her as he stroked her hair back from her face, hooking it behind her ear.

“The first day we kissed.”

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mystical-blaise · 2 years

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Gwynriel week Day 7: Free for All

A New Sensation

NSFW (click on the title to read on ao3 or scroll below)

I call this what happens when you rage write on cough medicine. Enjoy!

SUMMARY: Azriel puts that blindfold to good use.

Written for Gwynriel week 2022: @gwynrielweek2022

“Az, where are we going?”

His hand held hers, his thumb sweeping across the back as he guided. “A couple more steps. Lift your foot up. Careful.”

Gwyn’s heart pounded in her chest like a drum. Even with the blindfold on, she could sense the change. Her bare feet met rough stone instead of plush carpet. The air was colder, crisper. The scent was a vivid tapestry of lemon verbena and brine, flowers, and the copious bakeries strewn across Velaris. Music from taverns mingled with the gentle calling of seabirds in the distance.

They were outside. And Gwyn was completely bare to the world.

“Azriel,” she said, swallowing hard. Her fingers curved into his thick palm, halting him.

Several footsteps closed in. Gwyn’s pulse kicked up, as she could feel the heat of his body nearing. Her hands came up to his chest, only finding skin. Her fingertips lazily skimmed down, tracing planes of rigid, delicious muscle she now knew so well. Circled around his belly button. A ragged breath escaped his mouth as his stomach tightened.

Lower and lower, she blindly explored. His rough groan curled her toes against the stone as the back of her hand skimmed over the rigid length of him. Cauldron, she would never get over the size and heat of him in her hand. Her mouth. Her body.

Azriel was naked. She was naked. And they were on the rooftop of the House of Wind.

Do you trust me, love? Azriel had asked her before he’d put on the blindfold. The one he always carried around in case he needed to bring in an intruder. The one Gwyn had asked about in the shadowsinger’s room if he’d ever used on anyone besides spying before.

His wicked grin was answer enough.

“Not this one, but I’m willing to break it in,” Azriel had said, lifting it out of the hidden pocket of his leathers. Gwyn’s breath caught as she watched him hold it, dangling the blindfold between his fingertips before her. When she’d gazed up, Gwyn saw the hunger in his darkened hazel. “Do you trust me, love?”

“Yes,” she breathed in answer. With all her heart, with all her body, she trusted Azriel. More than anyone.

While his eyes swept over her body, a softness crossed his features. Her skin felt touched.

“Clothes off, Berdara.”

Usually, Gwyn was one to draw out a striptease, removing every stitch of clothing so slow that it tested Azriel’s patience, driving him mad. But today? Clothes were strewn on the floor. The bed. A bedside lamp.

The shadowsinger hummed his approval, the deep sound rumbling from his chest as he stepped closer.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Gwyn. Every single inch of you.”

“I feel the same about yo-you,” she stammered out as he dragged the end of the blindfold up her arm. Coming around, his mouth followed the blindfold tickling her skin, dropping open-mouthed kisses and love nips across her shoulders and neck. Then the strip of fabric slipped down her other arm.

Azriel was behind her now, his calloused hands smoothing over her biceps.

“You ready?”

“Yes.”

“For anything I have planned?”

“Yes.” Even though that got Gwyn’s brain thinking what could he have planned if she only just asked today.

“Anytime you need to take it off, or stop, Gwyn, say the safe word and we stop.”

Gwyn nodded, and his left hand moved to grip the other end of the blindfold. She watched as he stretched it tight against her skin, dragging it up as he pressed in behind her. A moan left her as the soft fabric feathered under and over her breasts. Her nipples, peaking them.

Azriel’s breath was hot against her ear. His head tilted as he watched as his hands slowly, so slowly, worked their path upward. Up and up, until it was inches in front of her eyes. Excitement coiled in her belly.

“Ready, love?”

“Yes.”

His hands had swept her copper hair back with care, his lips ghosting kisses on her collar as he tied the blindfold, banishing her sight. Then she had stood in his room. Nude and in the dark, the only sound at first was the blood in her ears and the brisk breath in her lungs. But no touch. Then she’d heard rustling fabric? And even though she felt Azriel’s approach, she jolted when his hand caressed her forearm.

“I’m going to take your hand now, Gwyn.”

Those ridged palms, those wide fingers, could only belong to one person, and Gwyn held onto it like a lifeline as he’d guided her through the House. Until they were now apparently on the rooftop.

Gently, Azriel guided her down, a soft cushion meeting her bare rear. Her exposed back and legs. Strange that Gwyn could recognize the feel of the chaise on the terrace against her skin.

“Azriel, we’re—we’re outside.”

His chuckle was a dark seduction. “Very good. We are. And before your head goes spinning, I already let it be known this House is off-limits tonight. And the shadows are obscuring the view. This glorious picture is for my eyes only.”

“The lack of sight heightens all your other senses,” Azriel explained, now sounding steps away. As if he wasn’t ready to touch her, but to soak in the sight of her.

Her thighs clenched together.

“Everything is heightened. Sounds.” Azriel groaned then, and warmth flooded her. And Gwyn swore she could hear skin against skin. “Smells.” Her nostrils tingled as their arousal danced together. “Touch.” Gwyn gasped in the night air, back arching as a chilly breeze passed over her skin, over her exposed breasts. Footsteps padded across the stones, and she could feel Azriel leaning in. When his tongue bathed the column of her throat and jaw, her arms reached above her as she clasped the chaise top. He lightly flicked the corner of her lips. “Taste.”

Then his mouth was on hers, his tongue sweeping in to claim. There were traces of the sweet whiskey he had earlier in his room. As with that drink, she longed to savor him. But the shadowsinger had other plans, pulling back with a drag of his teeth over her now swollen lower lip. Gwyn whimpered her displeasure.

“Touch yourself for me,” he ordered against her mouth, his voice soft but firm.

Chest heaving, Gwyn drifted a brazen hand down her body, Azriel’s breathing now against her cheek as he turned his face to view the descent. To watch as she grasped and squeezed her breast. Tugged on her nipples until both of them were panting.

Lower still until her fingers met soft curls, staying there. Until all Gwyn could sense was his tense body hovering inches over hers, the scent of his arousal mixed with the salty sweat of his skin. Until she swore she could sense his heartbeat thundering in time with her own in the taut string of anticipation. The blunt tip of his hard length prodding proudly against her thigh.

And then her fingers dipped between hot flesh, slipping through the wetness, dragging up until she found the desirable spot, spreading in slow circles.

“Oh, gods above,” Gwyn gasped out, her body jolting.

How? How was this possible? The feeling was incredible. Unreal. Sharper. Hotter. Aware of every nuance of her body responded. The way her hips turned and twisted against her hand. A sheen of sweat, the heat of pleasure rising on her skin. The way her lips parted and pulsed raced as she chased her release. The deep coiling low in her belly, her fingers rubbed harder. Until there was only the building sensation and her hips writhing.

“That’s it,” Azriel’s heavy voice spoke against her ear, blasting shivers over her sensitive skin.

Gwyn could sense his own hand moving, working himself as he watched. Her fingers pinched and pushed as she thought of how he must look right then. That powerful, tanned body hovered just above her, wings spread wide, his firm grip stroking himself in time to the canting of her hips.

“Gods, look at you. You’re so close, Berdara. You’re fucking perfect,” he breathed against her parted lips, the tip of his tongue tasting her moans.

Her sharp cry soared into the night air of Velaris as climax rushed through her body. Azriel’s mouth closed over hers, taking those cries as his own, as her body shuddered through the pounding pleasure. His own body went taut, and then he was grunting through his own release. A few drops of warmth landed on her stomach, her side. As she emerged from the euphoric haze, her hand loosened its tight grasp above her head.

Warm, firm lips pressed against her forehead. Gwyn sighed contentedly. She felt his chuckle before he softly kissed her cheek. The other. Her nose. And finally, her lips. A kiss of reverence pricked her eyes behind the blindfold and her lids.

“Good?” he finally asked. Gwyn felt fabric gently swipe against her stomach and side, the smoothness reminding her of a cotton shirt, wiping away the evidence of what he’d done.

“Amazing,” Gwyn said with what she knew had to be a positively ridiculous grin on her face.

She heard a light thump as something was tossed away before his mouth blazed a path down her neck and over her chest. Stopping to make her whine before he finally slid down the length of her body, settling between her legs, where she was still throbbing. His thumb stroked the inside of her thigh. Up and down. Up and down.

Her heart jumped when she felt silken strands of hair graze over her stomach, lower, until his breath played over her sensitive flesh. Her hips lifted, following.

“What—what are you doing?” Gwyn asked.

“Oh, Gwyn, I’m not done with you yet,” Azriel said before his mouth was on her skin and all that was left was sensation.

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