“Azriel’s fingers lingered at her nape, atop the first knob of her spine. Slowly, Elain pivoted at his touch. Until his palm lay flat against her neck. It had never gone this far. They’d exchanged looks, the occasional brush of their fingers, but never this. Never blatant, unrestricted touching. Wrong—it was so wrong. He didn’t care.”
Randomly saw a photo that made me want to do an Elriel version because I know they’re going to be the dirtiest 🖤














