Their clothes disappeared quickly. Raziel took his time despite Nyx's impatience, kissing down her body slowly.
"You're doing this on purpose." She said, arching into his touch.
"Doing what?" His tongue traced the curve of her breast, circling but not touching where she wanted him most.
"Teasing me."
"I'm worshipping you." He finally took her nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard to make her gasp. "Though if you'd prefer me to hurry…"
He started to pull back. Nyx fisted her hand in his hair.
"Don't you dare stop."
Raziel chuckled.
"So demanding."
"You love it."
"I do." He moved to her other breast then. "I love everything about you. Your strength, your stubbornness, your terrible survival instincts…"
"My survival instincts are excellent." She didn't let him finish.
"You jumped off a cliff with an improvised rope." He kissed down her stomach. "You attacked an enemy camp when you were outnumbered. You drank a serum that made you feral."
"All of it worked out fine."
