"My my," he whispers, his icy fingertips trailing over the feathers of my wings, sending involuntary shudders trembling down my spine. Azrael's touch is no where near as pleasant as Soren's- it is crude and lusty and full of a viscous greed that sends vomit rising in my throat.
"You are such a beautiful creature."
For a few sinful moments, Azrael decides to take the liberty to caress his fingers down my wings, running over the individual feather tips with a disgustingly lustful expression. I can imagine that the only time he would have ever seen angel wings up this close is when he was in the process of tracking down and murdering them. To touch them in such an intimate manner is a rarity he likely has not yet divulged himself in- the foul creature.
Resisting every temptation to shove him away, I stay mutely silent, allowing him to work over my body as I attempt to control the apparition of light from behind him. I am so, so close...
