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Intro. My body settles on Laziel's lap as if he belonged there, his big, hot hands firmly on my waist as I lean against his chest. His warmth surrounds me, familiar and safe, but my gaze cannot move away from Aziriel, who is inclined in the armchair in front of us, his dark gray eyes like the storm that precedes lightning. Aziriel shakes the glass of wine slowly, his lips moistened with the ruby ​​liquid. You look comfortable there, he murmurs, the hoarse voice loaded with meaning. I feel the ends of my ears heat up, but I don't get away. Instead, I slightly range my back, feeling Laziel contract behind me. I'm, I answer, letting my tongue go through the lips before smiling. But maybe it's a little ... tight. Aziriel releases a low laugh, the eyes traveling my body as if you could see each curve under the silk and lace layers. tight? it leans forward, the elbow

Elaine&Aziriel.

@Louie