Azza kissed me again, and I moaned as he trailed his fingers over my collarbone to swirl down around my breasts. I arched into his touch when he cupped them and rolled my nipples between his fingers.

"Azza..." I gasped when he pulled away to follow his touch with kisses. As he worked lower, his hands became firmer and his tongue more demanding until he settled between my thighs. I cried out when he dipped into me and found my most sensitive spots quickly.

I clutched at the bedsheets and panted when he slid fingers into me gently. "Come for me, Olivia," he urged as he continued. He worked me with the familiarity that only comes through time spent together. The emotional connection we shared flared and mixed with the gentle coaxing he performed on my body, melding the experience into an erotic whole for me that had me crashing through an orgasm soon after.

He stayed with me through it, using none of his energy, focusing on the memory of touch we had between the two of us. Only when I came down did he stop and withdraw, beginning to kiss his way up my body again. When he kissed my mouth, I opened to him, clinging, breaking the connection only to weep, overwhelmed with the beauty of us.

He stroked my hair as I cried, neither demanding that I stop nor beginning anything new until I wore myself out.

"Are you okay, Olivia?" he asked as I settled.

I nodded. "Yeah." I looked at him. "I missed you... us... this."

"Do you feel up to more? I'm not done if you'll allow me to continue."

I hesitated, knowing that, eventually, he would use his energy to coax every drop of pleasure out of me that he could. It excited me to know that he would, but it also worried me; I didn't want to react badly. "I—I think so, Azza." I caught his gaze as he lay above me. "What if I freak out?"

"Then we'll stop. Or, maybe we don't even start. There aren't any rules here; we can do what we want."

I bit my lip, thinking. "I want you. I want to feel you in me, and I want to come for you. Just take it slow."

"Anything you want, Olivia." He dipped his head to kiss me again. I wrapped my legs around his hips and felt him against me. He rocked his hips, sliding through my slickness, groaning as he did. "Dear God, Olivia, you feel amazing."

I could do nothing but moan and nod. I tried to pull him closer with my legs, but his strength overpowered me easily. "Please, Azza..." I begged.

He entered me with the tenderness I needed, groaning when he bottomed out. He drew back and repeated the process until there was nothing but us in my world.

"I love you," he reminded me as he increased his speed. "Let me prove it. Come for me."

I felt the first tendrils of his power move into me. It built energetically as slowly as he had physically moments before. I had had fear about how it would feel, but it was unfounded. It wasn't Azza's power that I loved; it was him and how he made me feel in my heart, not just my body.

He kissed me, drawing his power up to our mouths, where he swallowed down my need. He took me to the edge and held me there with sheer will as he buried himself again and again.

I clung to him when he finally slipped me over the edge of an orgasm that nearly drowned me. I begged him to come for me in return, and I cried into his shoulder as he worked himself over the edge, spilling into me as he shouted my name.

He brought us down with one last sweet lick of power, tightening me around him a final time. He withdrew from me before turning my body to spoon me. "More, Olivia?"

"No," I whispered. "No more."

He kissed my hair and settled me against him before once again wrapping me up in his wings. It wasn't until I was almost asleep that I realized not once had I been forced to die from how he loved me.

I roused enough to say, "I love you, Azza. I feel what you did."

"Shh," he said, pulling my hair away from my face. "Sleep, Olivia, and we will decide what to do when you wake."

When I woke, he was already watchful, cradling me. The candles had faded and burned low. Instead of lighting them again, he lit the fireplace and settled me on the soft rug in front of it to show me how much he loved me again. Not once, in our time together, did he make demands of me or spend much thought to his pleasure. He only had the orgasms I asked him to have.

I took a shower when he insisted on fixing me food himself, and he fed me from his hand in front of the fire. Afterward, he had me ride him and take what I wanted from him with no demands or expectations. It was the conclusion that I needed to soothe the experience of the days dealing with Nyx and rescuing Lazarus. The trauma was still present, but Azza did a wonderful job rebuilding trust by letting me be in control.

As I lay in his arms, I sighed. "I suppose that I should go out and face the world again."

He chuckled, a rumble in his chest. "You mean we can't stay in bed forever?"

I grinned at him. "As nice as that would be..."

"Lucifer said to text when we surfaced."

I smiled. After time with Azza, I no longer felt the pressure to perform. I simply wanted to spend time with my loves. I pulled my phone from my secret pocket and texted.

~

Me: I miss the two of you.

Lucifer: I miss you, too.

Lazarus: Likewise.

Me: Where are you? Can you join us?

~

Their answer was to open a portal and step through into the bedroom. I jumped up and, with a wide grin, threw myself into Lucifer's arms. He twirled me around, then kissed me, tongue probing deep. I answered in kind and moaned when I felt Lazarus press in from behind. I took one hand from around Lucifer's neck and reached back for Laz, pulling him closer.

"I know rough and hard isn't what's needed right now, darlin'," he said as he kissed my neck. "But, I can do slow and sensual if you trust me." He captured my wrist, then pulled my other arm from around Lucifer and added it behind my back with the other one. "Just do what I say, Olivia. You know we love you."

I nodded, wet from the sound of his voice murmuring in my ear and Lucifer's wandering hands.

"Good. Clasp your hands together behind your back."

I did as he ordered.

"Now... Don't. Let. Go. If you let go, we stop. Understood?"

"Yes."

"What do you understand?" he demanded.

"If I unclasp my hands, you, Azza, and Lucifer will stop whatever you're doing to me."

"Yes. That's right. So, if you want to continue, don't let go," he repeated.

I nodded.

"Bring her in front of the fire," Azza suggested. "The firelight is beautiful playing on her skin."

"Come on, darlin'," Laz tugged on me gently. "Azza wants to watch us by the fire."

Lucifer moved the chairs and made the soft rug bigger. Azza sat in one, eyes sparkling in anticipation. I smiled at Laz as he placed me where he wanted me, and Lucifer stepped into my back for support.

Laz glanced at Lucifer before looking at me again. "I want to cut your clothes off, Olivia, but you're not wearing any."

My breath quickened. "Lucifer can dress me," I offered. "He does a very nice job of it, too."

Lucifer chuckled and snapped, and I felt a tight-fitting dark purple dress that closed up the front, back, and sides like a corset lace itself onto me. Underneath, I could feel a bra, panties, and garter. I was betting they were the same eggplant color as the dress.

"Lift your foot, love," Lucifer ordered. He snapped a stiletto on it then, as I stepped up to get my balance, he snapped the remaining one on the other foot. He put my hair up, using jeweled pins with amethysts and his signature black feathers. As a last thought, he added a black and purple feathered mask. I felt amazingly sexy when he finished and never once unclasped my hands. I smirked as Azza squirmed in his chair, but it was the hunger in Laz's eyes that captivated me.

"Perfect," Laz whispered. He reached for his pocket and brought out a knife that he flicked open with an easy, practiced movement.

My breath caught when he placed the tip of the blade against the dress. He gently dragged the knife down the line of crisscrossed lacing in front of my body. I felt the knife's edge jump over each lace and whimpered at the sensation, leaning into Lucifer, who was holding me in place with a firm grip on my upper arms.

Lazarus knelt and placed the knife at the bottom lace right between my thighs. He carefully twisted it and cut against the cord, drawing it away from my body until it popped open. Feeling the give in the caressing pressure of the dress made me gasp. He moved to the next tight lace and cut it open with a pop, too. Slowly, he worked his way up, unlacing the dress with the knife. When he finished, it clung to me by just a few scraps of cord.

He closed the knife with a smooth motion and slipped it back into his pocket before kissing me deeply, demanding my attention. As he did, he grabbed the top of the garment and yanking it open, undoing the remaining ties by force. I groaned into his kiss, and he drank it down as he pushed the tatters off to fall to the floor.

He ran his hands down my body until he found my panties. He didn't bother with the knife but, instead, ripped them off with his bare hands. I ached for him and called out when he slid a hand between my thighs to press fingers into the slickness he found there.

"You are wet, darlin'. I think you like this," he proclaimed, looking at me with hooded eyes.

I nodded, nearly panting. He held my gaze as he ordered, "Spread your legs for me."

I made my stance wider and was grateful that Lucifer was helping support me when Laz curled two fingers into me.

"I want you to come for us, Olivia. Can Lucifer and Azza help me?"

I whimpered. "Yes."

I felt Lucifer's thigh push through my legs, giving me some stability as his hands snaked around to move the bra out of the way. I moaned at his warm touch, rubbing his thumbs over my hard nipples as he cupped my breasts. He leaned and kissed my neck, and I leaned back into his body.

"You are beautiful, Olivia," he murmured in my ear.

I would have answered, but Lazarus began to rub on me with his other hand, heightening my arousal and causing me to cry out.

"Please, Laz," I begged.

He chuckled. "Please, what, Olivia?"

"Make me come? Please?"

"Only if it's the three of us together. Beg Azza for his gift."

"Azza, help me? Please? Take me over?"

"Slow and gentle, Azza," Lazarus instructed.