It was inevitable that curiosity would get the best of her Dark Hunter when informed of those handcuffs that she had certainly utilized before, albeit a great time ago and with a vastly different man. Surely, it was that very drawer that would draw his attention while Serafina littered the floor of her bathroom with her clothing, the girl almost delighting in the very thoughts that would surely plague his mind. Perhaps it was incredibly selfish of her and yet, she enjoyed the idea of placing those fantasies within her so usually virtuous boyfriend. A gleeful sort of simper danced across her sweetheart lips as slid that decidedly thin fabric over her slender bodice, her hair falling in ebony waves down her back in the wake of the polyester. Gingerly, Serafina plumped those darkened locks, ensuring they were as every bit as sexy as the rest of her perfectly primed figure. Her attention deviated from her task only at the thud of Azreal's boots upon her floors, the sound altogether distinct enough to prompt his name falling from her lips, muffled though it surely was. His muted insistence that he knew where they belonged only served to bring that grin back to her fair features, only for the girl to listen in vague consideration that Dubai was surely fancy enough to warrant a glimpse into the far more risque section of her closet. Admittedly, she could hardly deny that he was right. No one had ever taken her out of the country - this, by far, surely the nicest place anyone had ever taken her. Or at least, she trusted it to be. After all, Serafina hadn't the slightest idea of what Dubai was even like....but it certainly sounded exotic.

An almost feminine giggle left her lips at the sound of Azrael's insistence that the very anticipation of that outfit was all but killing him - as if the waiting was far too much to bear. It was only his declaration that she was perfect as she was, however, that drew the ebony haired witch from the depths of the bathroom. Her slender figure leaned against the door frame as she coaxed the Dark Hunter to her with an almost baiting utterance, her stormy gaze so purposefully providing him with the very sort of look meant to further urge him to her. Admittedly, she all but anticipated that speed that so seemed to eclipse her boyfriend then, the young witch no longer jumping as Azrael seemingly disappeared from her view only to suddenly exist directly in front of her. His hands reached out, resting upon her waist only to draw her hips closer against him - an action that Serafina herself was more than eager to give into. Her lips pressed all too readily against his as the girl pushed herself further into Azrael's embrace, almost yearning for the sensation of his hips against hers, teasingly though it surely was. How she relished in the very taste of him! In the softness of his lips upon her own, in the gentleness that persisted in spite of that hunger that so clearly rose to the surface in her Hunter. The witch could hardly help that soft sound of protest as Azrael pulled away from her and yet, how she enjoyed the knowledge that his eyes were for her alone in that singular moment.

She could feel his gaze roving the curves of her figure, from the swell of her breasts to the slopes of her hips. That appreciation for what he saw all together clear upon his features and yet, she enjoyed hearing the results of his observation all the same. A feminine giggle left her lips as Azrael so insisted she was hot, the very sound of which seemed to prompt a low, baritone chuckle from the man himself as his hands slid down her figure to rest upon her thighs. Serafina was all too quick to give in to his whims, propping herself against the wooden door frame as her legs lifted to wrap around his waist. Her fingers intertwined around his neck, using his own figure to hold herself upright though with his own strength she hardly feared falling in the slightest. She was well aware of her spine pressing into the back of the door frame and yet, it was the touch of his lips against her own that Serafina cared for most at that moment. A soft sound of satisfaction left her lips as he pulled away just so, only to lavish the slope of her neck with that same dutiful attention. Carefully, Serafina turned her head away from him, giving Azrael that unobstructed access to her neck as his lips continued down her shoulders to the first of those flimsy straps that held the garment in place. A small simper toyed her features at the feeling of Azrael's teeth on her skin, her stormy gaze quickly refocusing upon the man as he guided that strap off only to press his lips again upon her shoulder. Someone was getting creative tonight.

Her fingers toyed with the locks at the base of his neck, letting him further explore her feminine figure as his hands slid up her thigh. Serafina could hardly help that near mischievous upward tilt of her lips and yet, in their current position, she was all but forced to keep her own hands to herself. The witch was well aware of the very closeness of his fingers to those more intimate areas, the very thought of that impending touch prompting a ready warmth between her legs. Her eyebrow rose as his gaze shifted abruptly towards her with a rare grin of utter delight. "I thought you might enjoy it." She responded all too smugly, relishing in that very heat to his baritone voice. God how she loved it when his tone shifted ever just so! Her head shifted ever so slightly, giving Azrael access to the other side of her neck and yet, her attention was anywhere but where the man's lips strayed. It was the work of his fingers that so pulled immediately at her concentration, those gentle probing caresses so quickly prompting that very wetness he so desired. A soft, breathy groan left her lips as her legs tightened ever so slightly around his frame, as if attempting to encourage his fingers to enter her rather than merely tease her. How she desired so much more than those sweet strokes! Thankfully, as the second strap fell from her shoulders, Azrael seemed equally as keen to indulge within her figure, the desires they held for one another running rampant as her fingers dug ever so slightly into his flesh with each coaxing stroke of his hand.

Her breath had already lost it's steadiness as Azrael pulled away from her ever just slightly, the man leaning away from the bedroom frame to carry her across the distance to the warm, welcoming embrace of her own bed. She snuggled ever so slightly against those sheets and yet, Serafina's gaze never once left her Dark Hunter as Azrael positioned himself on top of her. His lips pressed against hers once again and in return, Serafina's hips shifted upwards, grinding against him in an almost teasing manner, the girl all but eager to coax that readiness within her lover. How that simple act of that almost teasing friction seemed to prompt a sound within him, only for his hands to raise and catch the very edge of her dress, pulling those straps from her arms to reveal the swells of her breasts. Her mouth parted ever so slightly, allowing Azrael to deepen that kiss as his hands slid downwards, tracing her flesh only to cup her breast. How easily his thumbs so seemed to trace her figure, teasing her body and bringing her feminine figure to life.

A soft groan echoed within the back of her throat and yet, finally, Serafina was determined to ensure that he was hardly the only one capable of producing such desires. Her own hands shifted towards his waistline, the girl's fingers easily undoing the button of his pants before her hand slipped under the waistband of his underwear, hardly bothering with removing those articles of clothing as she reached for the man hidden within. Firmly her fingers embrace the length of her lover and yet her touch itself was little more than a genteel caress, the restriction of his pants doing little provide her with the room she might need to truly pleasure Azrael. Still, perhaps this was enough to prompt his clothes to fall to the wayside in the way she so desired them, the young witch had always terribly impatient when it came to such matters of intimacy. Foreplay had never truly been her forte.

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