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The carriage came to a halt, the horses snorting and stamping their hooves impatiently. Kazi moved forward, her pulse racing with anticipation, to look out the window.
Kazi moved forward, her pulse racing with anticipation, to look out the window
A gasp escaped her lips. A lovely estate sat between sweeping green hills. It was not as grand as her father's estate, but it was still breathtakingly beautiful. Azrael smiled as he noted her wide-eyed awe. "This is it, Kazi. Our new home."
The carriage door swung open, showing the sweeping gardens in their full beauty. The scent of roses and lavender filled the air, mingling with the sound of birdsong. The estate was smaller than what Kazi was used to, but it seemed cozier and more welcoming.
Kazi went outside, her breath seizing in her throat. "Azrael," she said, full of admiration, "this is... beautiful."
He squeezed her hand, his eyes bright with pride. "It is not as grand as the Governor's mansion, but it has its own... charm, would not you agree?"
Kazi turned to face him; her eyes bright. "Charm does not even begin to express it, Azrael. It is perfect.
He leaned forward, and his warm breath tickled her ear. "Wait till you see the inside." With a smile, he led her up the stone walkway and through the grand oak doors. Stepping inside, Kazi felt a sense of warmth wash over her. The spacious rooms were elegantly furnished, yet undeniably empty. Blank canvases waiting for their personal touch.
"It is not completely furnished," Azrael explained, his gaze moving about the room, "but I wanted to see it empty first. I can imagine us here, you know? How we will decorate, what we will put on the walls. I think this room will be our study, do not you?"
Kazi smiled, her heart fluttering at the thought of making this space their own. "I do, yes. It is perfect." She said, "Thank you, Azrael. This is... incredible."
Words felt inadequate to explain the depth of her emotions. She reached up, brushing her fingers against his cheek, and pulled him into a close hug. He returned the embrace, his strong arms wrapping around her, holding her tight. Azrael's lips hovered over hers, his breath warm and tempting. Kazi, her heart racing, met him halfway. The kiss was intense, passionate, and yet gentle, as if he were trying to convey a thousand different emotions through just that one touch.
When they finally separated, Azrael's gaze was intense, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I think...I think we should explore the rest of the house," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Starting with our chamber."
Kazi oblivious to how he was feeling smiled. "I think that is a wonderful idea." They explored the house together, their hands clasped, their steps in perfect unison. The chamber they found was spacious, with a massive canopy bed dominating the centre of the room. The walls were painted a soft shade of blue, and the curtains were a delicate cream colour. The room was already furnished with a dresser and a vanity. It was a cozy space, filled with a sense of anticipation and promise.
As Kazi explored the chamber, from the bathing chamber to the sitting area, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building within her. She turned to face Azrael, her heart racing as she took in his handsome features. His eyes were filled with something she couldn't quite read, a mixture of happiness and something more. Something deeper.
Azrael walked over to Kazi and wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her closer. Before she could say anything, he kissed her, their lips meeting in a soft, gentle embrace. The feeling was new and strange, yet somehow familiar. As they kissed, his hands found their way to her hips, pulling her even closer. She felt herself grow warm beneath his touch, her heart racing with excitement.
When they finally broke apart, they both stood there, panting slightly. Azrael looked into her eyes, searching for some sign of what she was feeling. She returned his gaze, her cheeks flushed, and her lips slightly swollen from their kiss. "I... I need to get...changed..." she managed to stammer, her voice still breathless from their passionate embrace.
"Of course," he said, nodding slowly. He walked over to the dresser and began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and defined abs. As he undressed, he glanced over at Kazi, who had retreated to the bathing chamber to change into her nightgown. His heart raced with anticipation, wondering what she would wear tonight.
Kazi felt a sense of nervousness and excitement as she removed her gown. She slid her nightgown over her head, revealing her smooth, brown skin. The silky fabric felt cool against her flesh, a welcome relief from the heat that seemed to emanate from within her.
As she stepped out of the bathing chamber, she saw Azrael, laying on the bed, watching her with a mixture of anticipation and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. His muscular chest rose and fell with each breath, his abs taut beneath his skin. He propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze fixed on her. "You are beautiful, you know that?" he breathed, his voice husky.
Kazi felt a blush creep up her neck as she walked towards him. "Thank you," she murmured, her heart racing. She climbed onto the bed, feeling the softness of the mattress beneath her. Azrael reached out, tracing a finger down her cheek, making her shiver.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Come here," he whispered, guiding her down onto the bed beside him. She nestled against his warm, hard body, feeling the heat radiating off of him. It was strange, this new sensation. It was like being wrapped up in a warm blanket on a cold night, only instead of the blanket it was Azrael. His muscles flexed beneath her touch, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the strength that coursed through him.
He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, her breasts flattened against his chest. She could feel his arousal growing, pressing against her stomach. It was an odd sensation, but it did not make her uncomfortable. In fact, it made her feel wanted and desired.
As they lay there, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, he traced circles around her nipple with his finger. She arched her back, moaning softly. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine. She felt so exposed, so open to him, but it did not frighten her. It felt right. Heat spread through her body, starting in her core and radiating outwards. She felt as though she were on fire, and the more he touched her, the hotter she grew.
"Do you feel that?" he whispered; his voice rough with desire. "That is what you do to me." He leaned down, pressing his lips against hers, their tongues tangling together in a desperate dance. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of skin, and she revelled in the feeling of being so wanted, so desired.
As he kissed her deeper, his hips began to move, grinding against her. She could feel his arousal pressing against her stomach, and it sent a thrill of anticipation through her. She arched her back, meeting his movements, their bodies moving together in a primal dance of desire.
He rolled them over, pinning her beneath him. Her breasts were flattened against his chest, his muscular arms holding her down. It was a strange feeling, being so vulnerable and yet so wanted. He kissed a trail down her neck, his tongue flicking against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her hips, cupping her bottom.
"Tell me," He whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending a thrill through her. "Tell me what you want." She felt her heart race as she tried to figure out what to say. She had never been in a situation like this before, had never been desired in this way. "Just say the word, and I will give you anything you want."
Her body responded to his touch before her mind could catch up. His hands roamed over her skin, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. She arched her back, moaning softly as his thumbs circled her sensitive peaks. It felt so good, so right. "Do you not want this?" he murmured, pressing his hard length against her. "Tell me you want this."
Her heart raced as she tried to think of the right words. She wanted this. She did. But she did not know what it was. She wanted to feel what he was feeling, to know what he knew. "Please," she whispered. "Please, show me."
He smiled down at her, his eyes burning with desire. He shifted his hips, pressing the head of his erection against her entrance. She gasped, feeling the pressure, the heat. She had no idea what was happening, but she knew she wanted more. He lowered his body, guiding himself into her. Inch by excruciating inch, he filled her. It was a strange sensation, but not unpleasant. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust. She could feel the head of his shaft pressed against something deep inside her.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice rough with need. "Is it too much?"
She bit her lip, still trying to process what was happening. His weight was pressing down on her, their bodies joined together in a way that felt both foreign and incredibly right. "I-I do not know," she managed to say. "It feels... intense."
He nodded, seeming to understand. "You can take it slow if you need to," he reassured her. His hips began to move, rocking back and forth against her. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and it sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He lowered his head, his lips finding her neck once more, sucking gently on her skin. His hands roamed over her hips, caressing her ass, urging her closer to him.
She felt a rush of heat spread through her core as he continued to move against her. The sensation was intense, but not unpleasant. In fact, it was strangely addictive. His weight bore down on her, his skin hot against hers, and she could feel the power and strength in his movements. His hips undulated, finding a rhythm that seemed to speak to some deep, primal part of her. She arched her back, pressing closer to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to hold on to this feeling, to this moment.
He moaned; his breath hot in her ear. "You feel so good," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "So tight and hot." His hips picked up speed, his movements becoming more urgent as he took her faster, harder. She cried out, her body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over her. She had no idea what was happening, but she couldn't help but want more.
His strength seemed to flow into her with each thrust, filling her up and making her feel more alive than she ever had before. She arched her back, digging her nails into his shoulders as she met his movements, their bodies in perfect rhythm. The sounds of their skin slapping together, their harsh breathing, and the moans that escaped their lips filled the room, creating a cocoon of desire and passion.
He shifted his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts, and she felt a new wave of pleasure wash over her. She cried out, her body trembling as he took her harder and faster. His skin was hot against hers, his muscles tense and defined. She could feel the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress, but it was a welcome sensation, a reminder of how connected they were in this moment.
As he continued to move inside her, she began to feel a building pressure deep within her core. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and she found herself arching her back, wanting more, wanting to feel him fill her completely. His pace increased, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared his release.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tightly to her as their bodies moved together in perfect synchrony. His skin was hot against hers, his muscles taut and defined. She could feel the power and strength in his movements, and it sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. His hips bucked violently, driving him deeper inside her, and she cried out, her body tensing as an overwhelming sense of release washed over her.
His thrusts became more urgent, more desperate, and she could feel him getting closer to his climax. His breath came in ragged gasps, hot against her neck, and his grip on her hips tightened. She arched her back, meeting his movements with her own, their bodies moving together as one.
The pressure inside her grew more intense, and she knew that she was about to reach her own peak. Her nails dug into his shoulders, urging him on, wanting him to feel the same overwhelming pleasure that was building inside her. His hips bucked violently, and she cried out as he released himself deep inside her.
His weight bore down on her, his breath hot against her ear as he moaned her name. She arched her back, feeling the last tremors of release wash over her. His grip on her hips loosened, and she could feel him start to move slowly within her, their bodies still joined together. He rolled to the side, taking her with him, and they lay there, sweaty and tangled in the sheets.
She traced a finger along the defined muscles of his chest, marvelling at the strength he had shown in their passionate encounter. His breathing had slowed, deepened, and she could feel the weight of his body against hers. The air in the room seemed charged with a new kind of energy, a shared intimacy that she had not experienced before.
"That was... incredible," he murmured, his voice still rough from exertion. She smiled, feeling a blush creep up her neck. She had never felt so desired, so fully alive. His fingers trailed lightly over her hip, tracing lazy circles that sent shivers through her.
"I think I might have a new favourite spot," he said with a grin, nudging her gently. She giggled, arching her back slightly, giving him better access to the sensitive skin beneath her hipbone. "You are perfect," he whispered, kissing her neck.
As they lay together in the afterglow of their passion, she felt a strange sense of peace wash over her. It was as if they had shared something intimate and profound, and in that moment, everything else in the world seemed to fade away. She traced his jawline with her finger, marvelling at the strength in his features, the softness of his skin.
He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer, and she felt the weight of his body press gently against hers. She could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady beneath her ear, and it was a reassuring rhythm. He kissed her forehead, his lips warm against her scalp, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
She lay there, watching the shadows dance on the ceiling, listening to the gentle rise and fall of his chest. The room was quiet, save for the soft sound of their breathing, and it was peaceful. It felt as if they were the only two people in the world, and for this brief moment, she did not want anything else.