FLAME

Dark Muse is back :) LOVE the reviews and have decided to take my sweet time and care with this story... no banging out a chapter here and there, but every chapter formed with care. Keep the reviews coming :) - Love Esme
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She eased him into an unconscious dreamless sleep and gazed down at his exquisitely nude body. She admired the sinews and taut muscles across his chest, arms and thighs, the milky alabaster skin and his mane of platinum blonde hair fanned out behind him on the bed. She let her hands roam his body as he lay in his deep sleep on the large bed. Azriel ran her hand from the top of his knee up his thigh, over his hip and washboard stomach and across his silken chest.

"You stir such strong desires in me Lucius Malfoy," she said in her own disbelief. She gently snaked her fingers down to his still rock hard cock, a sultry, devious smile spread across her lips as she felt his full length in her hand. Like all men, he was helpless in her hands and she slowly covered him with the thick blankets before departing his room.

She crossed the threshold of her room to find Voldemort waiting for her, sitting in a dark corner of the room, a distressed expression across his serpentine face. When he had first awoken her from her slumber, he was so handsome and innocent looking, but she almost preferred the snake-like face that now stared at her in the darkness. She loved the power and stealth of snakes and he had a powerful body, taut and rippling with muscles. She knew he would not let her decision to let Lucius live lie; he had been horribly cruel to his followers over the past couple days and would not look her in her eyes.

She could see everything inside of him easily. Though he was the most skilled Occlumen she had ever witnessed, he could not block her from his mind. He was heartbroken over her desire for Lucius, jealous and spiteful. She could not stand this weakness in him, it sickened her as his strength of will and cool demeanor was what she admired in him. He had not eaten or slept in days, not since Lucius was sleeping in the room adjoining hers. Both his jealousy and the lack of rest and food weakened him. As she closed the door and began to undress herself, his red eyes seemed to glow staring at her silken flesh.

"Thomas what purpose does it serve to deprive yourself of the things you need?" she asked briskly as she let her black satin dress fall off of her body to the floor. He looked away from her, not daring to look at what he could not have.

"I need nothing but you," he whispered hoarsely. She hated this sentimental and foolish side to him.

"Spare me your foolish tongue," she said tiredly. She laid herself out on the black satin sheets, her hair blending in with the color and feel of the lustrous fabric. She was completely nude but had a diamond
choker that draped down her neck and between her breasts. She looked like an exotic courtesan as she regally lounged between the many pillows of the bed.

"Do you intend to watch me all night?" she questioned him coolly. He sighed heavily.

"I only want to protect you," he said somberly. She sat up on her knees on the bed and she let her large black wings appear suddenly and they spread out behind her. "Thomas… do not insult me," she said in warning.

Voldemort longed to touch those pitch-black angels wings but never dared. She retracted her wings suddenly as if they had never appeared. She slunk down the bed and sauntered over to him. She knew what ate at him the most, the fact that he lost his handsome face and now he knew how frightening he was to look upon.

"Ah your vanity… I can give you your old face back if that will make you happy.. but if it is any consolation to you, I find the one before me alluring and powerful," she said as she snaked her hands up to cup his face.

He felt all his insecurities melt and his desire for her peaked to an all-time high.

He was about to reach out and wrap his arms around her but she suddenly withdrew from him. He slowly advanced as she retreated to the bed. She crawled across the satin and watched him stalk across the room towards her. He was about to crawl on top of her, but she pushed against his shoulder with her foot and slowly shook her head no.

She ran her toes across his chest and down his rock hard abdomen. He gripped her foot and placed a light kiss on top of it. He rubbed his face across her instep and ankle as he rested her foot on his shoulder. He had an enticing view of her slick pussy, glistening in the candlelight.

"Undress!" she commanded him. She loved his powerful body with his faint battle scars and tattoo's scattered across him and drank his pale skin in with her eyes. When his dark robes were in a pile next to her silk dress, she reached for his hand and tugged him down on top of her.
He pinned her underneath him, his arms on either side of her head. She slowly snaked her hands over his shoulders and cupped his face.

"Tell me Thomas… how badly do you need to sink yourself inside me?" she hissed in Parseltongue to him. She knew how much it meant to him to have the dark gift to speak the language of snakes and it always made him burn with desire for her when she would speak it.

His eyes were full of pain as they stared dumbly down at her. "I know you don't truly desire me any longer," he hissed back in Parseltongue. Her violet eyes bored into him farther.

"Thomas I do not desire this weakness you have shown me. Where did my Dark Lord retreat to?" she said as she raked her nails over his back gently.

"I want to make love to you more than I want to live Azriel," he said sincerely. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed into his eyes.

"My Dark Lord… fill me… I want to feel your power inside of me," she hissed against his ear. He took her into his arms and nuzzled his face into her neck and shoulder, trailing light kisses all over her.

He bathed her body with his mouth, the palms of her hands, her nipples, the backs of her knees and the insides of her thighs. She wanted to sink into his darkness and rage, but he offered her nothing but
tenderness.

She slid her hands down his stomach and gripped his cock in her hand. He had waited so long for this very moment, to be inside her again. He had risked everything for her and knew he would do it again if it meant another night in her arms. She positioned him at her entrance and withone powerful thrust he was fully sheathed inside of her.

She bore into his mind as she watched his red eyes lock onto hers. He had all the ambition and cunning a man could posses; he was the perfect lord of destruction for her to choose, but his greatest weakness was her. He locked his mouth onto hers as he gently hit deeper and deeper into her.

"Azriel… I love you," he whispered into her mouth.

"Harder my Dark Lord" she hissed as she thrust against him faster. He picked up speed as his desire grew hotter as he felt her milking his cock with her tight pussy.

She grew impatient with his careful caresses and quickly flipped him on his back. She straddled him and sheathed him inside of her roughly.

"Azriel!" he gasped as she slammed him inside of her. She hypnotized him with her eyes and his hips pumped into her like a piston. His hungry eyes drank her in as she hovered above him, her hands on the sides of his head pinning him to the bed. Voldemort had not experienced such pleasure and found his release inside of her over and over. He lay spent beneath her, clinging onto her for dear life.