Starry eyes

III

Azriel could finally feel her; hold her in his arms. He dreamed of that moment for months now. He could not believe it.

How perfect she was for him, how her body responded so well to his light touches and kisses.

"Az... I...." Gwyn groaned in his arms, while he was kissing sweetly her neck. They were still on the balcony, kissing each other for what seemed like eternity. And they never wanted it to end.

They finally found each other.

"Yes?" He looked back into her big eyes; his gaze cloudy. He was drunk on her. So very drunk. And a little tipsy from real alcohol.

"Am I hurting you? Do you want to stop? Did I make you feel uncomfortable? I..." Azriel gasped, Gwyn interrupting him with her slender finger on his pretty lips.

Putting her clothed breasts flush on his chest, she whispered: "Can we please go... talk... elsewhere? I feel like everyone is watching us"

She then pointed with her face at the inner court in the corridor. They quickly acted like nothing happened. Rhysand and Cassian had a special connection with Azriel, so they knew when he was feeling... spicy. Amren was smirking, looking at the couple.

Azriel's shadows did not bother telling him.

And he, for once, was relaxed and did not care about others.

He took Gwyn's chin in his scarred hands, slowly turning her beautiful face towards him. She looked so pretty with the lights of Velaris reflecting on her.

"Sure, love, we can move somewhere... More private. If you want. I don't want to pressure you to do anything, Gwyn."

She smiled lightly, feeling safe with him. She always loved how caring he was. It was the first time a male was so caring towards her well-being and her feelings.

She looked back into his sweet hazel eyes, his face relaxed, waiting for an answer. She still felt warmth in her core, thoughts entering her brain faster than she could process it.

She wanted to see how his face looks when he orgasms. How he would look eating her out, pleasing her to tears. How well he could pound into her.

After numerous remarks by the member of the inner circle, she remembered how they all said that Az had the biggest wingspan.

She wanted to know more about that.

"I really want this Az... I want to be close to you... To feel you..." She smiled at him, and he flushed lightly at her blunt words.

Without further remarks, he scooped her right up in his strong arms, his wings quickly picking up the wind.

The breeze was warm on their skins; the gentle scent of lilac and citrus was circling them. Gwyn liked that Velaris always had different aromas. She really loved it.

It smelled like pure happiness.

Her hands cupped on Azriel's neck, she felt light in his arms, almost feather like. His touch in holding her legs and torso were sweet and delicate.

She always loved how he was so caring of her. She wanted so desperately to see how she could see another side of him. The rough side of him. She tremored just at the idea.

Azriel too, wanted so desperately to feel her under his fingers. To see how perfect, she would look under him. On him.

Softly setting the two of them on the balcony of his room in the family estate by the Sidra, he fully took her in. Her dress sparkled by the stars in the night, her hair shining as ambers.