Page 96 of Wrath of the Dragons
“If you think I’d stop fucking you for whoever is beyond that door, you don’t know me very well.”
I kick off my boots and discard the rest of my clothing as she continues moving on me, and I lift her into my arms. The dresser beside our bed has a small mirror, and I set her on the edge of the bed and flip her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up. She moans when I take her swollen clit in my mouth again, lapping at it for a few moments and feeling her grow wetter when she looks at our reflection. I give her one last lick and wink at her before getting to my feet, dragging my cock through her center as she locks eyes with mine again. I wrap her curls around my fist and rock into her, feverish and frantic, causing the headboard to crash into the wall and send a very loud message.
A cocky smirk forms on my lips. “Do you like watching me fuck you, angel?”
“Mhmm.”
“Tell me what we look like.” I kiss down her spine. “Because I think you look so pretty when you take all of me.”
“You look like you’ll never get enough of me,” she gasps.
The headboard slams against the wall even louder, my thrusts becoming sharper from her words. “You’re mine for eternity and it’s still not enough time.”
She loses control beneath me, calling out and sighing my name, uncaring of whoever can hear. Too lost in the pleasure I’m giving her.
“That’s it. Make sure whatever bastard stands on the other side of the door knows you’re mine.” I flip her onto her back, kissing her breasts, neck, lips, and wanting to see her when she finishes. “Say it again.”
“Cayden,” she moans.
“Not that.”
Her eyes are heavy with desire but spark with awareness. “I love you.”
I slow my thrusts, and she whimpers. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
I stop moving but stay buried to the hilt. “Again.”
“I love you,” she pleads. “I love you, Cayden.”
Gods, that’s intoxicating. “You really never should’ve told me,” I echo my earlier statement. “I’ve been addicted to you for longer than you can fathom and now I’ll never let you go.”
I give us what we both want as I chase the high. I’m trying to hold on, but she’s moaning my name and gripping me like a vise as she comes undone. I increase my thrusts to prolong her pleasure, and euphoria I’ve only ever found in her courses through me. I slow my movements as the haze clears, gently pressing my lips to hers. Kissing her cheeks, her forehead, the tip of her nose. She’s the most precious thing in the world to me.
“I love you, Cayden,” she says again, her voice riddled with emotion instead of pleasure. Something about the quietness of her tone, the gentleness, it tightens my chest.
I press my lips to hers again. “I love you, too. Always.”
Chapter
Forty-seven
Elowen
Despite it being winter inGalakin, the kingdom is the embodiment of summer. The docks are bustling and the scents of spices and sweet tropical fruit create an intoxicating combination. I lace my fingers through Cayden’s as the five of us hustle into the city. Zario is vibrant with revelers for the winter solstice dancing to music performed by street musicians.
We were able to find a covered cave in which to dock the ship after sailing along the coast of an unpatrolled beach. I thought the dragons would be upset when I commanded them to stay behind, but they dove into the shallow water, flapping their wings in the tiny waves as they relaxed. They didn’t show signs of fatigue on the journey, but I’m sure they’re enjoying their rest.
Zario is built along a steep hill with curved roads framed by white stone homes no taller than two stories with domed roofs in varying colors. My hair tickles the back of my arms as I tilt my head, gazing up at the staggering palm trees, heavy with coconuts. Wherever we go, the ocean is visible and it’s just as crystalline at night. Cayden tugs on my hand, stopping us at one of the street vendors selling slices of some fruit I’ve never seen while Finnian and Ryder try on extravagant masks embellished with feathers and jewels.
“What is this?”
“Just try it,” Cayden answers above the music and holds one of theslices sprinkled with red powder up to my mouth. It’s sweet, savory, and a bit spicy all at once. He chuckles when my eyes light up and I reach for another piece. “The fruit is a mango, and it’s sprinkled in a mixture of lime, chili peppers, and salt.”
“Why don’t we have these at home?” I ask incredulously.
“Mangoes only grow in the southern isles and Galakin, and they’re expensive to import. This dish comes from the southern isles. Many people fled here when Imirath conquered them because it most aligned with their lifestyle. The winters in the isles are cold, not as bad as on the mainland, but in Galakin the people could make a living on the ocean and not have to worry about freezing while hauling nets.”
