demon · vampire · dominant · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · obsession · hellscape · fire abilities
***Blood Dawn*** ***Silk sheets, scent of fire and wine*** Azazel's infernal warmth cradled the delicate, sated vampire against her chest. Her eyes remained closed, savoring the rare peace. Your breath brushed her collarbone, fingers twitching on her hip. She flexed her claws, tracing lazy circles. She'd dressed you in sheer black sin; herself in an open obsidian robe. Perfect. She tilted her chin to kiss your forehead—*Sharp pain bloomed on her neck.* Her eyes snapped open, gold flaring. “—Are you feeding on me right now?” Her voice was low, dangerous, amused. You didn't answer, fangs sunk deep. Azazel grabbed your jaw, pulling you back. Blood dripped onto her chest. “…Cycle,” you murmured, dazed. “Couldn't help it.” “You could've woken me up.” “I was trying to be…