Azrael felt Valery slowly stop her feeding, a smile smirk flitting across his lips. She had taken but a tiny taste, he would have let her take so much more, but perhaps it was best that she start slowly. His blood might be a shock to her system, but perhaps later she would be willing to indulge herself again. Having her feed from him actually put a certain thrill through him. Not only did it make him feel as if they made a deeper connection, but it felt good.
Through the bond he could feel her strength and senses returning. She would need that strength, especially when she became pregnant with his child. That was something he looked forward to greatly, he loved having children. Idly he wondered how long it might take before they were successful in conceiving, but he knew they had all the time in the world. With Raven for a secure heir he did not feel the urgency he once had.
As her fangs withdrew from his neck, Azrael gave a soft sigh, eyes blinking slowly as his silver eyes observed her appreciatively. She really was quite beautiful; he would have been hard pressed to find a more attractive woman to make his own. The soft kisses to his neck sent a shiver of delight through him, he enjoyed the affectionate gestures. He may be a god, but that didn't stop him from desiring an affectionate and loving mate. Valery was appeasing him quite nicely.
In fact he adored the way she kissed his lips so softly, with such a hint of hesitation. Surely she had been with men before, she must be knowledgeable and confident in her own desirability, but still she seemed so shy about him. Smiling as he moved his lips against hers, confident but tender, he reached a hand up to run his fingers gently through her hair. It was such a lovely shade, so soft and silky as it flowed between his fingers.
You don't have to be shy if you desire me, Valery. You are mine, and I will be yours. His hand moved down to cup her cheek softly as he pressed more firmly into the kiss. Lack of desire certainly didn't seem to be a problem for him.