His hands found my waist, a jolt of electricity shooting through me. My fingers slipped into his dark hair, smooth strands slipping through my grip. A groan escaped as he nibbled on my lip. I parted my lips, letting his tongue in, a rush of excitement flooding my senses.

I tightened my hold on his hair, lost in the heat of the moment. His grip on my thigh sent a surge of warmth through me. A throaty groan echoed from him as I explored his mouth with my tongue. Things were heating up, both of us driven by a wild passion.

He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around him. The wall met my back, his kisses growing fiercer. I surrendered, consumed by the intensity of his touches, his hands igniting trails of sensation on my skin.

I could feel his hardness against me, an animalistic desire taking over. I left his lips and traced a path to his neck, biting gently below his ear. He moaned, his hips pressing into me. We both wanted it, the tension building between us.

He moved to my neck, leaving marks that would have stayed longer if not for his werewolf healing. His tongue and teeth worked their magic, sending waves of heat through me. My head spun, the need to be closer to him overwhelming.

"Azriel," I managed to groan, feeling his arousal against me. "Can we?"

I hated how vulnerable I sounded, but in that moment, that's all I was. He pulled back, his eyes locking with mine before realization dawned on him.

"After the ritual," he said, a sweet kiss on my cheek. The air shifted from intense to tender, but I didn't mind. "After that, there are no limits."

Something inside me stirred at the sound of his voice, heavy with longing. "Yeah, tradition," I muttered, going back to nibbling his ear. He shivered, clearly affected. "But rules can be broken," I whispered, his body trembling in response.

"Kyra," he stammered, desire in his voice. He swallowed, trying to regain control. "You drive me crazy."

I giggled, my lips brushing his ear. "And I want you to drive me crazy too."

He hesitated, mulling over my words. He sighed, then gave me a swift kiss on the forehead. "Just three more days," he said, his voice husky. "Then I'll show you real pleasure."

A shiver ran down my spine at the roughness in his voice. "Can't we find a way around it?" I quivered, my body aching for him.

He gave me a mischievous grin. "There might be one thing..."

Before I could react, he turned me around and gently pushed me onto the bed. "Azriel?" I squeaked, heat rising to my cheeks. Hunger blazed in his eyes, his grin doing strange things to my insides.

"I'll do it if you're sure," he said, his voice hoarse. "Just give me your word."

I swallowed, nodding. "I'm ready, Azriel," I said, my voice trembling. "Always ready."

He dropped to his knees, his hands on my hips. He lifted my skirt, his gaze hungry. My blush deepened as he licked his lips, his eyes fixed on me.

With a swift movement, he tore away my underwear. A sharp breath left me as his fingers brushed close to my core. He looked up, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Enjoying this?" he asked, fingers teasing me. Gasps and whimpers spilled from my lips, the sensations overwhelming.

"Yes..." I managed to reply, unable to form more coherent words. His fingers continued their maddening dance, driving me closer to the edge. He slipped a finger inside, a slow and deliberate rhythm that had me writhing with pleasure.

"Fuck..." I muttered, his movements feeling incredible. I moaned as he pumped his finger in and out, the pleasure intensifying. He seemed to relish my reactions, his skilled touch pushing me further.

I panted as he slowed down, his head moving between my legs. His warm breath sent shivers across my skin as he got closer. His mouth connected with me, his tongue sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I arched my back as he worked his magic, the contrast between his cold fingers and hot mouth driving me wild.

Moans escaped my lips as he continued, his fingers finding their rhythm again. His mouth on me, the sensations were overwhelming. I tangled my fingers in his hair, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

The tension coiled tighter, the pleasure building until it finally exploded. I cried out as I reached my climax. His satisfied smile sent another jolt of pleasure through me as he kissed me where I pulsated. I was still catching my breath when he crawled up, hugging me tightly. His hardness pressed against me, but before I could reciprocate, he stopped me.

"Consider that a prelude," he whispered, his embrace reassuring. Still shaking from my lingering climax, I nodded, allowing my head to nestle in his shoulder. That was only a taste of it. My stomach stirred at the thought of what he could really do to me.