Name: Sammuellamorgana.
Title: Love's Sacrifice (Part 3)
Disclaimer: Cassie and Azazeal belong to the writers of Hex and Shine Entertainment.
Character focus: Azazeal/Cassie
Rating: 18
Summary: Cassie abandons caution and common sense to indulge her passion for Azazeal
Context: After events of season 1, based around the time of early season 2.
Keywords: relationships, sex.

(note: formatting is as author set it)

Part3

"Fuck you" Cassie swore. Azazael smiled a breathtaking smile. His eyes never leaving her own, Cassie could see that little hint of danger in them. Her challenge had his blood up. His smile predatory, as he bit his lower lip swiftly in frustration and longing.
"That's my Cassie" he said.
"Fuck you" she whispered.
"Language my dear, you are in Gods house" Cassie laughed bitterly,
"I think God left me a long time ago."
"That's true" Azazael whispered "so we are one the same" Silence fell and they looked at each other. So close but never touching. Both unsteady. Cassie slowly smoked her cigarette before flicking it away. Her thoughts so confused she was unsure they were her own. Eventually she said "I'm not your Cassie, I never have and never will be." Azazael stood and walked away from her, hurt showing on his face.
"That is only what you think you want to believe" he spat, again biting his lower lip in frustration. "But it is not what you want." the danger echoed in his voice.
"I should go" Cassie suddenly said, she could sense the danger, the tension surrounding them both. "Thelma will be pining for me" she tried to laugh "You know how she is." She stood and made to move away. Suddenly he was there, grabbing her by the arms, holding her tight, looking into her eyes, anger and frustration reflecting in every line of his face. Cassie's heart skipped a beat, she knew she should struggle but somehow her body wouldn't respond. So they stood locked together, breathing fast, senses blurred. Finally Cassie tried to break free,
"Let me go you Bastard!" she swore at him, but Azazael held her tighter, relishing her struggles. Holding her tight with one arm, he pulled his other free, to cup her face, to stroke away her hair. Cassie tried to pull her face away, but he held her tight and suddenly kissed her. Cassie melted into him and nothing anyone said about this man made any sense. All she knew is that she loved him and she was exactly where she wanted to be. She kissed him back. Slow drawn out kisses, but somehow they had a sense of urgency to them.
All she had ever wanted was now with her. Azazael released his grip on her and gently put his hands on her shoulder, then around them, their kisses getting more and more passionate, more desperate. Azazael moved his mouth back down to Cassie's neck. Cassie threw her head back and held onto him, her hands lightly playing other his shirt, until they reached the top button. Her skin was on fire, her insides burning, her core melting, turning to honey. Azazael kept on, kissing her throat, collar bone, breast bone, moving his mouth over her chest, kissing, licking, biting. As he did so he slid his hands down to cup her breasts.Cassie let out a long deep sigh and pulled him closer to her. Her hand fumbling at the buttons on his shirt, failing, until out of frustration her power came and the buttons were ripped away. They flew far across the church to clatter on the stone floor.
"Azazael" She whispered. He looked up at her. She kissed him again deeply, clawing at his shirt. He pushed her back and grabbed her hand, pulling her to the pulpit. Pushing her roughly against it, undoing first the shrug, then the shirt she was wearing and sliding them off. Cassie let her head and arms drop over the pulpit, Azazael holding her waist, the soft material sliding off her arms to drop silently to the floor. Azazael continued kissing her neck, biting at the soft flesh, moving lower, past her chest and to her midriff. Cassie sighed falling further back, she was airless, safe, her sighs becoming stronger. Opening her eyes she looked upon a cross, upside as she was, it appeared to her a Satan's cross. She smiled.
Azazael bit at the soft flesh of her midriff, he listened to her breathing, heard her heart pounding. He want to touch every part of her, show her how beautiful, how wonderful she was. In all his time he had never felt so much for one woman. Part of him didn't like the hold she had over him. Every time he had kept some sense of control, something of himself back. But Cassie had broken him to that.
"Maybe it really is fate" he thought, as he enjoyed her body pressed to him. Moving his hand to just above her pelvis he pressed down gently into her soft flesh. A trick he had learnt over many centuries. Cassie sighed deeply. "I can give you such pleasure without even being ungentlemanly?" he said, smiling at her suppressed moan. He continued to press at her womb, kissing her the whole time, licking her salt driven skin, biting at her delicate flesh. He delighted in her fragility and the fact that at this moment she had put her trust completely at his mercy. He would only have to let her go, for her to slip and fall. "But then she's already fallen." he smiled as he heard her moan, he pressed one last time into her womb. She shivered her breathing fast and high, then he felt her go limp. Cassie hung there, looking herself like an angel. Her head, shoulders and chest falling back over the pulpit. Her hair tumbling beneath her like a waterfall, her arms spread out. An angel in a church. He gave her a moment to come to. He knew what a powerful orgasm could do to a woman. No more pretending. Pulling her up, he lifted her and draped her in his arms, looking down at her flushed face. "I've never seen you look so well" he observed sardonically and smiled lovingly at her. She smiled back. "So tell me, Ms McBain are you somewhere you want to be?" Cassie nodded and smiled weakly,
"Yes"
"Every second?"
"Yes... Azazael" She whispered his name as if she was scared of saying it in a house of God, but she worshipped it, he could tell by her tone.
"I knew you would be" he said seductively, leaning down to kiss her.