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“The council’s stupidity will destroy everything we’ve built on Nirum,” he snarled, more to himself than to her. “Their greed will invite vipers into our nest, and they’re too blind to see it.”

Chapter 18

Priscilla

PriscillawatchedAndearstormaround his quarters. His tail lashed against the stone floor with each turn. The muscles in his back rippled beneath his scales, tension evident in every powerful movement. His agitation filled the room making the air thick and heavy.

She crossed her arms, refusing to back down. The council meeting had left them both seething, but for different reasons. His jaw clenched as he whirled to face her, those golden eyes blazing.

“You are too bold,” he snarled, closing the space between them. His scales caught the light from the wall sconces, black and gold dancing across his skin. “Too willing to put yourself in danger.”

The words stung, but Priscilla refused to flinch. Heat rose in her chest, anger mixing with something else—something that made her pulse quicken whenever he looked at her like that. She threw up her hands, her own frustration boiling over.

“And you are too afraid to admit what I mean to you.”

The words hung between them. Priscilla’s heart hammered wildly, but she held his gaze. She’d spent too many years being silent and careful. She wouldn’t do it anymore, not even for him.

The silence stretched between them. The air crackled with tension. Andear’s nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling with each controlled breath.

Then he moved, closing the space between them in an instant. His hands came up to cup her jaw, the touch surprisingly gentle despite the fierce intensity in his eyes. His scales were warm against her skin, sending shivers through her body.

“You do not understand how you drive me wild.” His voice was rough, almost guttural, sending heat coursing through her veins.

Her breath hitched. The connection between them was electric and undeniable. His thumbs traced her cheekbones, the careful control in his touch at odds with the raw hunger in his eyes.

Priscilla’s heart raced, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. “Then show me.”

The words hung in the air for a heartbeat, and then Andear’s lips crashed against hers. The kiss was fierce, demanding, and utterly consuming. His tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her with a primal urgency that left her dizzy. She clung to him, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders as he pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers.

His hands moved with purpose, stripping away her clothes with a speed that left her gasping. The cool air of the room brushed against her bare skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from Andear’s body. His scales were smooth and warm against her flesh, a stark contrast to the roughness of his hands as they roamed over her curves.

He lifted her effortlessly, his strength both thrilling and intimidating. The massive bed loomed behind her, and he laid her down with a gentleness that belied his size. His eyes never left hers as he began to explore her body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

He started with her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there before moving lower. His tongue flicked over her collarbone, and she arched into him, a soft moan escaping her lips. He continued his descent, his hands cupping her breasts as his mouth closed over one nipple, teasing it with his tongue until she was writhing beneath him.

“Andear,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he moved lower still. His hands slid down her sides, his claws lightly scraping her skin, sending shivers down her spine. He paused at the apex of her thighs, his breath like fire against her most sensitive flesh.

“You’re mine tonight,” he growled, his tone filled with possessiveness. And then his tongue was on her, licking and teasing with a skill that left her breathless. She cried out, her hips bucking against his mouth as he coaxed her closer and closer to the edge.

The pleasure built within her, a coiled spring ready to snap. Andear’s tongue flicked over her clit, and she shattered, her body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. She cried out, her fingers clutching at the sheets as he continued to lick and suck, drawing out her orgasm until she was trembling with the intensity of it.

When she came down from the high, Andear was already moving, his hands gripping her hips as he flipped her onto her hands and knees. She could feel the heat of his body behind her, the hard length of his primary member pressing against her entrance.

“You’re not done yet,” he growled, his voice filled with need. And then he was inside her, filling her completely with one powerful thrust. She gasped, her body stretching to accommodate his size, the sensation both overwhelming and utterly intoxicating.

He moved with a primal rhythm, each thrust driving her closer to the edge once more. His hands gripped her hips, his claws digging into her skin as he pounded into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. She could feel the power in every movement, the raw strength of him as he claimed her body with a possessiveness that made her heart beat wildly.

“Andear,” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. He growled in response, his thrusts becoming even more intense. She could feel the tension building within her again, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped.

She came with a cry, her body convulsing around him as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Andear’s movements became erratic, his own release imminent. With a final, powerful thrust, he spilled himself deep inside her, his growl of satisfaction echoing through the room.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies still connected as they caught their breath. Andear’s hands moved to her hips,his touch gentler now as he pulled her back against him. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart against her back.

Andear’s arms wrapped around her, lifting her effortlessly from the bed. Priscilla’s breath hitched as he cradled her against his chest, his scales warm and smooth against her skin. She could feel the strength in his hold, the way his muscles flexed with each movement, and it sent a shiver of anticipation through her. He didn’t say a word, his eyes locked on hers, intense and unreadable.

He carried her through the dimly lit room until they reached the entrance to his bathing chamber. The air shifted, cooler and damp, as he moved inside. The chamber was spacious, the walls lined with smooth stone, and in the center stood a large shower. Andear set her down and turned on the water, steam rising in soft curls.

His gaze roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every scar, every inch of her. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but also something else—something she couldn’t quite name. It was as if he was seeing her, truly seeing her, in a way no one ever had before.

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