Temptation. It was there in the air around both of them, affecting not only her but he as well. He commanded it, and he was satisfied to let it command him at times. Perhaps it might only take one more push to take them that step further. So very tempting indeed.
But not yet. He knew just as well as she the importance of the Rite of Becoming both to her as her mother's heir, and there could be no risk of undermining that eventuality, and to his own plans -- his Grand Undertaking. The pieces to that were falling slowly into place, and he held the most important piece in his hands right now. Already their lust had caused a ripple of power to flow through the Realms of Existence. Heaven and Hell would wonder at what his intentions were, and let them, but Azazeal couldn't let that grow into anything more than just wanton lust. Oh, He might suspect something more devious afoot, but then He always did...suspicious, jealous Bastard, but he was answerable to Lucifer, and the Grigori did not want his intentions known yet to his fellow demons.
He smiled and nodded to Jocelyn, not moving from her in the slightest, forehead still against hers. "I understand. I know you do, and believe me, there is nothing more important that what comes next. Your education, your performing the Rites are what I care about, for you." His hands were still on her rear, and his lips kissed her again, this time gently. "I want you to know Joie-lyn that I care, and I want, but I am patient." The firmness in his trousers that pressed against her told a different story. Promise, when the time is right, we will fully share in this pleasure."
His blue eyes gazed at her, looking deep within her. "But there is nothing against me leaving you with a taste of how I will make you feel on that day." One hand came around her hip and down to her soft, warm spot between her thighs. So very gently, his fingers brushed over her, teasing...promising, yet he didn't spoil her in any way. Ancient words breathed from his lips as he kissed her again. A spell that given her talents she could easily overcome if she wanted, but he doubted that she would. "Dream of me, Jocelyn." And what wicked, wonderful dreams those would be.
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Date: 2009-09-12 11:25 pm (UTC)But not yet. He knew just as well as she the importance of the Rite of Becoming both to her as her mother's heir, and there could be no risk of undermining that eventuality, and to his own plans -- his Grand Undertaking. The pieces to that were falling slowly into place, and he held the most important piece in his hands right now. Already their lust had caused a ripple of power to flow through the Realms of Existence. Heaven and Hell would wonder at what his intentions were, and let them, but Azazeal couldn't let that grow into anything more than just wanton lust. Oh, He might suspect something more devious afoot, but then He always did...suspicious, jealous Bastard, but he was answerable to Lucifer, and the Grigori did not want his intentions known yet to his fellow demons.
He smiled and nodded to Jocelyn, not moving from her in the slightest, forehead still against hers. "I understand. I know you do, and believe me, there is nothing more important that what comes next. Your education, your performing the Rites are what I care about, for you." His hands were still on her rear, and his lips kissed her again, this time gently. "I want you to know Joie-lyn that I care, and I want, but I am patient." The firmness in his trousers that pressed against her told a different story. Promise, when the time is right, we will fully share in this pleasure."
His blue eyes gazed at her, looking deep within her. "But there is nothing against me leaving you with a taste of how I will make you feel on that day." One hand came around her hip and down to her soft, warm spot between her thighs. So very gently, his fingers brushed over her, teasing...promising, yet he didn't spoil her in any way. Ancient words breathed from his lips as he kissed her again. A spell that given her talents she could easily overcome if she wanted, but he doubted that she would. "Dream of me, Jocelyn." And what wicked, wonderful dreams those would be.