There was no denying that Serafina was a finicky woman by nature. She was proud, independent and defiant in the face of life and it's great many obstacles and yet, in the confines of her bedroom - how she enjoyed the very manner in which Azrael so ravaged her. Between those sheets alone she might have been willing submit to her great, dangerous Dark-Hunter. How she relished the manner in which he pinned her against the door frame, his lips pressed firmly against her own. A soft sound of satisfaction echoed within the back of her throat, stirring those desires to life within her boyfriend. How she enjoyed the very eagerness that came with those kisses! When that want her lover had finally allowed itself to run rampant! Her head tilted slowly to the side as his lips slid down the length of her silky skin, only to see about undoing the straps to that dress in what she was certain was the most showmanship he could possibly do. Serafina, admittedly, could hardly help the roll of her eyes as he moved with such deftness to her other shoulder. That simple act of silence compliance, however, seemed to provoke an almost archaic hint of gratification within Azrael. The very murmur on his lips prompting a subtle glimpse of a simper in the far reaches of her sweetheart lips.
The youthful witch was well aware of Azrael's fingers as they slid up the length of her long legs. He traced trails along her upper thigh, clearly intending to tease her with the anticipation when she, in turn, had left a present of her own. The very brush of his fingers against that intimate area seemed to cause an almost knowing smile upon her features, even as her breath caught within her throat. The huskiness to Azrael's voice prompted a near purr from Serafina herself as she inquired his like after her 'gift'. His answer alone hardly left her a chance to respond before Azrael's fingers smoothly entered the very depths of the woman herself. The very sensation along caused a gasp to leave her mouth, one that was followed all too quickly with a groan as her head leaned back against the wooden doorframe. How he knew those very places and the very manner she so liked to be touched! Her legs tightened around Azrael's hips, as if she so desired to pull the man further into her in the only way she feasibly could at the present moment. The action alone, however, seemed sufficient enough to get her desires across and readily her Hunter slid yet another finger into the depths of her center. "Oh, God." Serafina moaned, her voice distinctly breathy at that suddenly increased sensation she was all but assaulted with. Her reaction alone was clearly enough of a turn on to prompt a groan from her lover's own lips. An almost pathetic whine left her lips as his fingers withdrew from her bodice and yet that look in his eye told her well enough of Azrael's intentions even before he shifted his hold upon her.
He was quick to carry her across the room and towards the welcoming embrace of her bed, the girl all but gently placed down within the folds of those blankets. Without hesitation, Serafina snuggled into the warmth of her bed, entirely ignorant of those very emotions such action flared to life within her Hunter. Her lips eagerly pressed against Azrael's own as the Hunter leaned down over her though her own wants went far beyond those tantalizing kisses. Serafina's hips rose, purposefully grinding against the jeaned material around her lover's waist. Her own efforts to bring the man's intimate areas to life were rewarded with a low, breathy groan. God, how she loved to hear that sound from her angel! She was aware of the very hardness she coaxed to his frame as it pressed firmly against his pants and, in turn, her. The witch's lips parted, allowing those kisses to deepen just as Azrael's fingers reached up to brush against the dangling straps of her dress. The top of that gown was pushed downwards, pooling around her waist only to reveal the expanses of her breasts. Her boyfriend pulled back from her, the man clearly enjoying the sight offered to him as his gaze roved the curves of her feminine physic. She was hardly surprised as his fingers brushed so tenderly over her chest. As much as her lover chose to deny it, he was very much a man with his own decided kinks.
Her body was all too quick to react to his touch, however, hardening beneath his fingers as she moaned in blatant want. How she desired far more of him then what he so presently gave! Serafina's hand reached down, her fingers brushing against the muscles of his figure only to brush against that hard bulge of his jeans. For a moment, her hand lingered, massaging his jeans before trailing upwards along the zipper to undo the metal button. Her hand slipped easily into his jeans and beneath the waistband of Azrael's underwear, only to brush against the smooth flesh of those far more sensitive areas. The corner of her lips tilted upwards in a small grin of delight at the moan she near-instantly coaxed from Azrael's lips. Serafina, in turn, was all the more eager to draw to the surface that need for more than this gentle teasing. Foreplay, after all, had never truly lasted long with the witch. That small movement as Azrael leaned back away from her was enough to tell her that she'd succeed in her goal. The Dark Hunter's thumbs hooked within the belt loops of his own jeans, pushing them down his figure only to release the very length of him into her palm. Her fingers wrapped around Azrael, rewarding that eager thrust with the very sort of friction her Hunter surely desired. She watched as he reached up to peel the cotton of his shirt from his figure, the young woman entirely enjoying the show.
It was that singular look upon his features, however, that caused Serafina to pause. Her eyebrow rose in an almost questioning manner, though not a syllable left her lips. The very last thing she expected was for his hands to grasp her ankles, that sudden sliding of her figure against the fabric of her sheets prompted a squeak of surprise from the woman's lips as Azrael slid her down and against him. The position he'd placed her in was all but compromising, prompting a distinctly unamused glimpse from the girl. With her legs placed over his shoulders, the very depths of the young woman were all but visible and with care, Serafina repositioned herself ever so slightly, though hardly in a way that might hamper the very entry that they both do desperately desired. She was well aware of his fingers as they slid down the length of his thighs. His fingers brushed over her center, prompting a soft gasp from her lips before Azrael shifted to position himself against her entrance. His hips rolled forward suddenly, just as his hands gripped her own waist. Serafina was all but incapable of suppressing that soprano sound from her lips, her own breath quickly losing it's steadiness all over again. "Shut up, Azrael." She murmured as her hips pressed against him, encouraging more of those movements and less of that talking.