She didn’t know how to describe it.
Using her powers, she teleported them to her bower. Urian shrank back with a hiss.
“Nay! It’s all right!” She grabbed his arm and pulled him back toward the light. “It’s not the sun. The brightness is from fey fire.”
His breathing ragged, he still appeared terrified from it. He had the wildest look in his eyes.
“Shh,” she reassured him, stroking his back.
Urian stared up at the brightest light he’d ever seen in his life. It was unlike anything imaginable. How could that not be sunlight?
Squinting, he stared up at it.
Xyn smiled. “See, you’re not bursting into flames.”
“Easy for you to say. You’ve got immunity.”
“True.” She nuzzled at his neck while she stripped him to the waist.
Urian could barely breathe while her hands worked their magick on his body. Gods, how he’d missed her.
“Lean your head forward.”
His mind was dulled by his rampant lust and the blood he’d drunk along with the new soul. He obliged her without question. She brushed her hands through his hair and gently massaged his scalp. It felt so good that he had to grind his teeth to keep from moaning aloud.
Her fingers slid around the contours of his skull, tugging ever so gently on his hair, stroking and teasing until the pleasure was almost blinding with its intensity.
Then she moved her hands lower to his neck and shoulders. His abdomen. In that moment, he swore his body became liquid. “What are you doing to me?” he asked, his voice thick.
Xyn kneaded her fingers into his rigid muscles, easing them. “Making you mine.”
“I was already yours,” he breathed as her hands pleasured him all the more. Her touch was forceful yet so tender that it caused no pain, only joy.
“Come and lie down on my bed.” Xyn pressed her lips together to keep from smiling at how quickly he complied.
He moved so fast that but for the fact he didn’t know where her room was, he’d have beaten her to it. As it was, she had to rush to get in front of him to lead the way to where her large round bed was set in the center of an oversized bower. White silk was draped from the ceiling, shielding the bed from drafts.
Tossing away pieces of armor as he neared it, Urian lay down dutifully as if he craved her touch like a starving man at a banquet.
She laughed as she crawled up beside him and rested on her knees. “Put your hands under your head.” She sat forward so that she could gently knead the muscles of his scarred back. How she hated to see how many more scars had been added since the last time they’d been together. That was always the worst part about their absences.
Cataloguing his injuries. Seeing the additional pain in his eyes that seemed to worsen. While he didn’t physically age, the mental toll was ever evident in those beautiful baby blues that seemed to turn a bit duller as the years went by. And that made her ache for him. Every time she saw him, she wanted to ask how many of his friends and family had been lost while they’d been apart, but she didn’t dare.
For one thing, she didn’t want that pain in her heart, and for another, she didn’t want to pick at his own festering wounds that haunted him.
So she pushed those thoughts aside and savored the fact that he was still here with her this year. For now, he was safe and they were together. That was all that mattered.
Urian let out a deep breath as utter ecstasy washed over him and her tender hands eased his sore, strained muscles, soothing him in a way nothing ever had before. There was truly no one else like his precious dragon.
It was why he loved her so. Why he wanted to stay with her.
If only he could …
But the pain of his past and the difference in their worlds would never allow it. He still hadn’t found all of Apollo’s other bloodline. The curse remained.
And yet something about Sarraxyn completely erased the pain of his past. Just looking into her eyes was enough to make him feel better.
Until he had to leave her. Every time he left her side, he was terrified he’d never see her again. Because he knew that everyone, even dragons, died. He’d lived the whole of his life stalked by Hades and his minions, and he never wanted to lose another person who meant anything to him.
