Think, Serena, think, I scold myself, my facade almost slipping as Azrael runs his fingers inquisitively over my body, his lips trailing across the exposed portion of my collar. I have never felt so grosley defiled in all my life- it feels my body is being scorched, and not in any remotely romantic way. But in all fairness, between having Azrael touching me and being burned alive, I would much rather choose the later.
Lucky me, I got both.
Come on, I think desperately, sneaking a glance downwards to where the markings on my body remain unresponsive. There has to be some sort of a way to activate this thing.
But the longer Azrael stays glued to my body, the more and more hopeless it all begins to feel. It is just then in my mind where a sly voice coo's, the familiar yet startling sensation of hands upon my brain shivering through me.
Relax, Serena, you will love this. Let us enjoy this night shall we?
