Phoenix let go instantly, even warm and languid and still trembling with the intensity of it all. Fire, and Azazel's hand, had marked his body, but it felt as though the demon's blood was doing the same inside him, branding him just as well from the inside out.
To be so helpless. So used. So owned. To lay your soul on the altar for your beloved, and have it taken...
Paradise.
"Yours," he breathed, an oath and a prayer. "Always and forever." He licked Azazel's blood from his lips and swallowed. "Yours." He whispered.