Cassie kissed Azazeal and then led him to their room. She knew that intimacy was the convenient fix for all of the angels. Something about the bodies close together, the heat, the emotion, the intense sensations, it calmed them and seemed to answer questions for them that could not be expressed in words.

As soon as she closed the door, he pressed against her and took her mouth in a gentle kiss. She obligingly returned it and began working at his clothing. He was more hesitant than normal, not leading the way as he usually did. He let her do what she liked and simply responded.

When she pulled him down on the bed and pressed the full length of her naked body against him, he gave his attention to his favorite place on her body, her neck, and then in a slow urgent whisper said, "Dazisah Na. Ela De O Agi Eka, De Vpaai. Na Adna. Dazisah Na." He had told her: Command me. Only you and no other, yours alone. I will obey. Command me.

"You are already mine," she said with an indulgent smile.

All the tension went out of Azazeal's body and Cassie was pleased with this response, but then she realized that he had slumped in defeat rather than relaxed at her assurance.

"I am your whore then," he said flatly his mouth hovering above her neck.

"No, no, no, no," Cassie responded grabbing his head and making him look at her.

"Lucifer named me for what I am," he told her.

"You are not a whore! Why would he call you that?"

Azazeal looked away from her and said, "I would do anything for you."

"Yeah, and so would Lucifer for Elizabeth. How is he not a whore then?" Cassie was getting very irritated with Lucifer right about now and it was showing in her tone of voice.

"It's a different kind of anything," he said and only amongst the angels did this kind of statement make perfect sense.

Cassie knew they were very different angels and that Azazeal accomplished things differently than Lucifer. When Daemon was getting ready to kill them all, Azazeal had used his body to shield her, while Lucifer…well…Lord only knows what he had done to dissipate all that power. Azazeal was more tactile and physical in how he interacted with the world. Lucifer would not naturally think to use his body to accomplish something whereas for Azazeal it maybe the only way he could. And besides sex and worship were too intertwined for Lucifer.

"I whored for him and I would whore for you, it's what I am," he said in a low voice.

It slowly dawned on her that he was talking about the fun Malachi had in suggesting that Azazeal would have sex with another woman…and her unfortunate reaction to the fact that he would be willing. Of course, he would be willing! Not because he wanted to but because she might want it. And she had noticed lately, that while he might deal arrogantly with other people, he had no pride and no ego when it came to her. Anything was anything, including using his body to get her what she wanted, even if she hated him for it later.

Azazeal had just asked her to take that possibility away with a simple command and she had refused. Damn it! She hadn't meant to. Now he thought that she left open the option to ask him to use his body for her because he was not worthy of being hers exclusively in that way. It was a strange thought that while he would never in an eternity cheat on her, the question of whether he would make love to another woman was not decided by that fact. She decided it and the fact that she hadn't taken it upon herself to forbid it or to accept it as just one of the many open offers that his angelic nature presented her with…was causing him emotional pain.

Lucifer let Elizabeth lead him to the stables and then he diverted her to one of the rooms with loose hay, tossing her gently onto one of the mounds. She laughed and held out her arms for him to join her. He obeyed, stretching himself out beside her. He grabbed one of her wrists and pulled her in for a rough and demanding kiss.

"Why do you provoke me?" she asked with a giggle.

Despite her easy sounding tone, he knew she was again seeking his reassurance. He understood, though he didn't enjoy it. He knew their relationship was not normal, it couldn't be, and what he asked of her naturally grated against her sense of what was right, but he needed to experience her every feeling, every mood, every desire. Humans were expected to control their impulses in order to function in society but he needed to know it all, her warm love as well has her scalding rage. She wouldn't be human or as wonderful as she was if she didn't feel regret or have a conscience, so he was occasionally called upon to soothe her guilt.

"Because sometimes you want but you do not ask," he replied.

"I don't want to hurt you," she retorted a bit more seriously.

"No," he agreed with her, "You don't want to and therefore what you do does not hurt me."

He smiled wickedly at her and pulled with delicate lips at her mouth.

"You know that or you wouldn't let yourself go like you do," he whispered, "And you wouldn't love the game like you do."

"I…," she started but he stopped her with another kiss.

"And you do so love the game, don't you?" his whisper becoming more of a soft rumble, "Me pushing the buttons and you being forced to restrain me…"

A gentle kiss.

"Me getting a bit rough and you getting rougher…"

A firm kiss.

"Me testing the boundaries and you putting me in my place…"

An urgent kiss.

"You tear me apart and you love every second of it...and so...do...I."

A playful lick at her lips.

"Everyone has their dark desires and secret needs that they barely admit to themselves…only I'm here to fulfill yours…"

He slid his hands under her clothing and it felt like his hands were everywhere. Elizabeth moaned softly to him but she didn't see the pleased smile on his face because her eyes were still closed from the round of kisses.

"It's what I'm for," he murmured in her ear, "Give it all to me, I can take it."

Elizabeth sighed heavily and pressed closer. He took her mouth again in an assertive kiss and she slid her hand between his legs. He purred seductively at her, the sound and the feel of his hardness enflaming her further. She gave a distressed groan and prepared herself for her torment. Sex with Lucifer was sometimes like being stuck in quicksand…once he had you in his clutches there was no escape and fighting it only made it worse.

He chuckled softly and took his time with her, breaking down her defenses one by one, until he could play her body like an instrument.

"Azazeal," Cassie started, looking at his slightly bowed head sadly, "De Ela Na O Agi Eka, Na Vpaai." She had said: You are only for me and no other, mine alone.

He looked up at her hopefully.

"Forever," she added.

Azazeal practically attacked her with kisses but did mange a breathy "Na Adna" before Cassie was too far gone in the pleasure he so easily drowned her in.

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