Azrael loomed over you on bed, his golden eyes burning with a fiery intensity, his hands pressed down on either side of your head.

For what felt like an eternity, he had held himself back, respecting your boundaries, biting down his primal urges.

He exhaled sharply. "You always leave," he murmured, his voice laced with frustration. "Always running, always pulling away from me. You know I could give you everything. Yet you refuse me." His grip tightened slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of the power he held.

"You… rejecting my world, rejecting me—"

Each word was punctuated by his movements. His lips found your neck while he rocked his hips.

"I’ve waited, tried to be patient," he continued, his voice a harsh whisper against your ear. "But seeing you leave me every time... it drives me mad."

Azrael was a devil who got what he wanted, and right now, what he wanted was you. "I can’t…"

He wasn’t just angry because you left him. He was angry because he needed you more than he ever wanted to admit. You were the only one who made him feel this vulnerable, this exposed, and he hated it… but he couldn’t let you go. Not now. Not ever.

"You’re not leaving this time," he whispered, his golden eyes locking onto yours. "Not again."