After the bath, no, after the quiet torture they had both endured, being so close yet unable to touch the way they wanted to, they finally made it to the room.
Every second had been a test of restraint.
Athena could still feel his warmth behind her, the way his body seemed molded to hers, was so damn impossible to ignore. Even when she felt his little brother pressing against her back. Azrael never crossed the line.
He was the one who had said they wouldn't do anything, and gods, he hadn't made it easy to keep that promise.
He kept kissing her to oblivion, leaving her in total mess. He kissed her jaw, her shoulder, and most of all the sensitive spot on her neck where the rune rested. Sometimes he would lick it slowly, like the mark was sacred. Every touch sent heat spiraling through her, every breath against her skin making her think, this is it… he's going to give in.
