Azrael and Draven lay on their sides in the dim glow of the tent, their bodies mere inches apart, yet the pull between them was magnetic. The night air was cool, but neither of them felt it. The heat radiating between them was enough to set the world ablaze.
Draven traced his fingers along the curve of Azrael’s cheek, brushing away stray strands of her raven-black hair. His calloused fingertips were gentle against her porcelain skin, and she leaned into his touch, her golden eyes locked onto his. There was something different in her gaze tonight—a raw tenderness, an unspoken understanding. Draven felt it too.
Azrael shifted closer, her breath fanning against his lips as she whispered, "I need you."
Draven’s response was immediate. He closed the small distance between them, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss. He tasted her, savoring the soft sigh that escaped her as she melted into him. Azrael’s fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him closer, demanding more. Draven opened his mouth, allowing her tongue to slip inside, their kiss turning more heated, more desperate.
Their bodies pressed together, molding perfectly as they lost themselves in each other. Azrael gently nipped at his bottom lip, earning a low growl from Draven. He responded by rolling her onto her back, his body looming over hers. He trailed his lips down the column of her throat, placing open-mouthed kisses along the way. He could hear her heart pounding—whether from desire or the deep bond between them, he wasn’t sure.
Draven pulled back slightly, his dark eyes roaming over her. Slowly, he removed the layers of her clothing, his hands worshipping every inch of exposed skin. When she was naked beneath him, he took a moment to admire her. "You’re breathtaking," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger.
Azrael arched beneath him, her body aching for his touch. She reached for him, making quick work of his own clothing, until he was just as naked as she was. Draven’s thick, rigid length sprang free, and Azrael’s golden eyes darkened with desire.
A wicked smirk tugged at her lips as she shifted, pushing him onto his back. She straddled him, her hands wrapping around his cock. Her fingers barely met around his impressive girth. Azrael glanced up at him through her dark lashes before lowering her mouth to the tip, her warm tongue flicking against it. Draven let out a sharp exhale, his muscles tensing.
She took him deeper into her mouth, inch by inch, her tongue tracing along the thick veins of his shaft. Draven groaned, his hands fisting the sheets beneath him. But Azrael wasn’t done teasing. She pulled back, swirling her tongue over the sensitive tip before taking him in again, bobbing her head at a slow, torturous pace.
Draven growled, his control slipping. He tangled his fingers into her hair, guiding her movements. When she didn’t resist, he took control, thrusting gently into her mouth. She took him eagerly, her throat tightening around him without hesitation. His restraint snapped. He began moving faster, his hips lifting off the bed, fucking her mouth with a desperate need that sent pleasure coursing through him.
Just when he felt himself nearing the edge, he pulled away, gripping her chin to make her look at him. "Not yet," he rasped.
Draven flipped her onto the bed, his large hands spreading her legs apart. He took in the sight of her—her swollen lips, her flushed skin, the glistening wetness between her thighs. He inhaled deeply, savoring her scent of her cunt, his wolf howling in satisfaction.
Then he descended upon her.
His tongue flicked over her sensitive clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her. Azrael gasped, her back arching off the bed. Draven smirked against her, then wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud, sucking and teasing until she was a moaning mess beneath him. He slid three fingers into her, thrusting them in a steady rhythm, curling them just right to hit the spot that made her cry out.
Azrael’s body trembled. Her hands found his hair, tugging him closer as she begged for more. Draven didn’t stop—not until she was writhing, her body spasming as she came undone beneath his touch. He groaned as she climaxed, her arousal flooding his senses.
Before she could fully recover, Draven positioned himself between her legs, his cock teasing her entrance. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're so wet for me," he whispered, his voice laced with hunger. "I'm going to fucking ruin you."
With one slow, deep thrust, he filled her completely. Azrael’s head fell back, a loud moan escaping her lips. Draven groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he withdrew and slammed back in. He set a relentless pace, his powerful thrusts making her cry out in pleasure.
Azrael’s nails raked down his back, leaving deep red scratches, but Draven only growled in approval. He reached up, wrapping a hand around her throat, applying just the right amount of pressure as he continued his punishing rhythm.
Time lost meaning. They moved together, their bodies colliding in desperate ecstasy. Draven claimed her again and again, his wolf howling in triumph each time he emptied himself inside her. Azrael came apart beneath him, her body convulsing with pleasure as she milked every last drop from him.
When it was over, Draven collapsed beside her, his chest rising and falling heavily. For a long moment, neither of them spoke, both lost in the aftermath of their passion.
Then, Draven turned to her, brushing his fingers over her cheek. "I love you."
Azrael blinked, momentarily stunned. Then, slowly, a smile spread across her lips—one so radiant that it made Draven’s heart pound in a way that had nothing to do with lust.
She leaned in, kissing him deeply. When she pulled away, her golden eyes locked onto his. "I love you too."
Draven let out a low chuckle before rolling onto his back, pulling her against him. They lay in silence, tangled in each other’s arms. But after a few moments, Draven arched a brow.
"Round two?" he asked with a mischievous smirk.