Elysia kept her word and did not let Azrael touch her. After a swim in the lake, they returned to their chambers, where Elysia quickly fell asleep. Azrael, though, had to relieve the burning tension in his manhood before he could think of sleeping .
He only managed a few hours of rest before the morning sun streamed through the window. Slowly, he rose from the bed, his gaze falling on Elysia, who was sitting by the window, engrossed in a book.
"When did you wake up?" His voice made her turn to look at him, her green eyes meeting his.
"An hour ago. You seemed really tired, so I didn't want to disturb you. Are you alright?" she asked, her tone gentle.
"You would not let me touch you, love. How do you think I am feeling?" Azrael raised an eyebrow at her, barely holding back a smile.
"If you are on your best behavior, I might let you touch me, dear Azrael," Elysia teased, her smile widening.
