Your back crushed against the smoothly hewn stone of the House of Wind, your cheeks were wind burnt after the swift flight up from Velaris, the twinkling lights along the Sidra a blur in your vision.
Azriel emerged from his shadows, their cool touch surrounding you, drawing you closer and caging you in in turns. Night chilled mist filled your senses and you closed your eyes letting a soft moan escape between your kiss bruised lips.
Hands reached for yours, tangling your fingers together, and then your hands were above your head, pinned to the wall in one of Azriel’s large palms.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” his low growl vibrated into your chest, making every inch of you tingle with desire.