Page 104 of Legacy of the Heirs
“If you want all of me, we must slow down,” he chuckled, reaching for her wrists. She grinned, pushing against him while undoing the buckle. “Sadira,” he laughed, pulling her wrists up and pinning them to either side of her head. His eyes darkened at the desire burning in her gaze when she bit her lip. She wrapped her legs around his waist with her boots nudging against his back; it reminded him of when her bare feet trailed his leg when they first shared a bed. Caellum leaned down and kissed her neck. Sadira groaned, wriggling against him. He closed his eyes as she pushed against him.
Releasing her wrists, he untucked the shirt from her trousers to roam his hands over her flawless skin underneath. She lifted her arms for him to pull it, and his eyes trailed over her breasts.
“Tell me what you want.” Caellum leaned back, and her legslanded on either side of him. He bit his lip as he glanced between her legs.
“You,” she breathed, reaching for the buttons on her trousers. “That kiss was our fairytale.” She pushed her hand beneath her trousers, locking her eyes with his. She moaned as she touched herself, and Caellum gripped her knees, shifting against the uncomfortable strain in his trousers. “I do not want to leave this world not knowing you are mine, and I am yours,” she said. Sadira withdrew her hand and reached for him, brushing his lip with her thumb. He swallowed hard at the taste of her. “I need you, Caellum.”
Sadira pushed up on her hands and knees, kissing him as his hands met her waist. “Quickly,” she breathed, “I cannot wait any longer. I want you to have me.” Sadira turned from him, leaning down on her hands and knees. He gripped the curves of her hips, and she pushed back into him, creating a friction that challenged his restraint. Sadira shook her hair over her back, peering at him; he could not—would not—say no to her.
Caellum was swift as he gripped the top of the cream fabric that taunted him and pulled, exposing her to him. She sighed as he stroked her curves, so beautifully pressed against him.
“You want to be mine?” he asked, his fingers lowering until meeting what he knew awaited. She quickly coated his fingers, trying to move against them. He placed a hand on her lower back to halt her.
“I want to be yours.” She pleaded as one hand teased her and the other removed his trousers. “Do you want to be mine?”
He removed his hand and squeezed her behind, pushing against her. Sadira arched her back.
“You have no idea,” he murmured, pushing into her. Sadira gasped with relief as he wasted no time in pulling back out and thrusting into her again.
“Yes,” she moaned, which only quickened his pace. She fit so perfectly around him and he wondered if there were anyother ties the gods could bestow, because it felt as though Sadira was made for him alone. “Harder,” she whimpered, her arms shaking. He gripped her hips tightly and gave her everything she asked for, and he silently promised the gods that, should they survive, he would give her anything she asked for the rest of their lives. Relieving the weight on her arms, he pushed her down with one hand until her cheek met the pillow, her hands twisting in the sheets.
“Caellum,” she cried. He continued his pace with one hand on her back while the other left indents in her supple hip.
“Gods,” he murmured, stroking her curves. “You are perfect.” Sadira pushed back onto her hands and shook her hair behind her. He remembered the sounds that escaped her when he last tugged her hair, so he twisted his fingers in her curls and pulled. Sadira arched her back and cried again as he deepened his thrusts with each moan.
“Yes!” His thrusts met her words until she fell silent, panting and tensing under his body. He held her close as she tightened around him, moving his hand from her waist to stroke exactly where she had guided him last time, undoing her completely. Sadira moaned his name, and Caellum fell forward, finishing with her and using her hips to steady himself.
Sadira panted under him as he pulled out. She turned to face him, her legs still open.
He glanced up at the fabric of the tent briefly as she displayed herself for him, and when he met her eyes again, she grinned and bit her thumbnail.
“You will be the death of me, Sadira,” he murmured, pulling her boots from her legs and the trousers bunched over her calves, leaving her naked before him. He softly stroked her thighs. “We should sleep,” he murmured.
“We have all night,” she said, the smile still on her face as he trailed his hand back between her legs.
“I suppose you are right.”
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Nyzaia
The battle tent was silent under the midnight blue, disrupted only by the scraping of spoons against metal bowls. Nyzaia shovelled the last of the breakfast into her mouth and pushed the bowl to the side of the table. She surveyed the room, where all the rulers sat with their close confidants behind them. Commanders and high military officials stood against the tent walls, ready for the briefing. Never could Nyzaia have imagined this was where her life would lead.
The flap to the tent moved, and everyone’s heads turned to watch Farid enter. With a silent nod from him, they returned to their bowls. The citizens of Myara had reached Khami safely. Nyzaia frowned, trying to understand General Caligh’s angle.Did he really only care for Kazaar?Something at the back of her mind warned her she was missing something.
Farid approached on her right, and she greeted him with a solemn nod. Farid had been the first to volunteer to watch the path to Khami to ensure the civilians made it there safely, while Jabir watched Myara from higher ground. They expected Caligh soon, assuming he would take the settlement once all citizens were clear of it. Jabir was to wait until he was certain Caligh, or his men, did not follow before reporting back to confirm they were on land.
Nyzaia felt calmer with Farid’s return—more certain. She glanced at Elisara and Kazaar in matching leathers, the pin of Vala on each of their chests, the only sign of their realm. None of the rulers wore their realm colours. They did not fight for their realm; they fought for their kingdom. Elisara tapped her foot whileKazaar held her knee still. Worry flickered in Elisara’s eyes as she looked at Kazaar, a feeling Nyzaia knew all too well. She worried for her brother and the attempts likely to be made on his life in the battle to come.
Nyzaia focused on the map covering the table. Garridon’s military was to filter up the western side of the desert in a stiff formation, while Nerida’s funnelled along the eastern side, closest to the ocean, so Larelle could access the water to aid. Keres and Vala would fight side by side in the space in between to trap the oncoming army into a horseshoe until Garridon and Nerida circled around the back.
Scouts in the centre of the desert would return soon to report on their overnight shifts. They hoped the winds would have blown the sands in their favour to create a hill for Vala and Keres’ armies to descend, the added height aiding their attack against the winged creatures. Elisara had assured them she could blow the sands into place, but they did not know how much power would be needed from each ruler, all of whom were trying to conserve their power in case some miracle allowed it to affect the creatures.
Nyzaia fiddled with the imbued blades at her side, or so they believed. It was not as if they had any opportunities to test them. The blades would have to be enough. Nyzaia dreaded to think how the war could unfold if Sadira had failed. For once, Nyzaia thanked her father. If he had not kept his collection of old books, they would have never found the incantation withinMyths and Lies. Nyzaia stared at the stack of rare books on the table, with Myths and Lies atop it.
Nyzaia found it odd how multiple rare books had made their way to Novisia as if their ancestors were all scholars. She stared at the stack and then stood abruptly, her knees hitting the table as she did. Everyone jolted at the sudden movement, and that small doubt taunting Nyzaia came forward.
“Caligh Servusian,” Nyzaia said.
