Ruthless 🗡️/ Fourth Wing

Chapter XXXIII

Beneath the sprawling branches of the ancient oak, we surrendered to the captivating allure of the night, passing the churam between us like an offering to the gods of desire. With each exhale, wisps of smoke swirled and pirouetted around us, crafting a tapestry of euphoria that enveloped us  in its sweet embrace.

As I drew in the familiar essence of Churam, it mingled with the rush of adrenaline, concocting a heady blend of bliss and exhilaration. In this moment, the world around us dwindled to insignificance, leaving only Kai and I in our intimate haven of pleasure.

A playful grin danced on my lips as I exhaled, watching tendrils of smoke wisp lazily from my mouth in sinuous spirals. "You know," I purred, my voice a husky whisper, "I think I prefer you like this."

Kai's laughter, a melody to my ears, sent a delightful shiver down my spine, kindling a flame that burned bright within me. "Is that so?" he retorted, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, lucky for you, I plan on soaring high for quite some time."

Drawing nearer, I savored the intoxicating scent of the churam, Kai's warmth enveloping me like a fervent embrace. "Good," I murmured, my breath teasing his ear, "because I dont think I can handle you any other way."

Passing the churam to Kai, our fingers brushed in a tantalizing caress, igniting a longing that set my skin ablaze. The air thickened with tension, laden with unspoken desires that hung between us like a veil of smoke, casting a spell of anticipation over us.

Locked in Kai's gaze, I couldn't look away as he indulged in the churam, the moonlight casting him in an otherworldly glow. Each exhale brought us closer, the space between us diminishing until we were enveloped in an intoxicating proximity.

His fingers glide over the intricate patterns of my relic, a silent acknowledgment of its weighty significance. I can tell he understands its meaning, yet there's no disdain in his gaze, unlike the others.

"Xaden seems to have a strong protectiveness when it comes to you almost like he is your brother," he remarks, his tone curious. "What's the story behind that, Nora?"

"We've been through a lot together," I reply, my voice carrying the weight of our shared history. "He's the reason I'm still standing today. He taught me how to fight and to watch my attitude."

Our conversation continues, a delicate dance of inquiry and understanding. Yet, beneath the surface, I sense a deeper question lurking, waiting to be asked.

"So, Nora," he ventures, "do you believe in repaying those who've helped you, or do you feel you're not bound by such obligations?"

"Deepends"

He leans back on the large oak tree bringing me to his lap. His features are chiseled, with a strong jawline that speaks of resolve and determination.
Yet, there's a warmth to his smile, a flicker of kindness that belies the intensity of his gaze.

In the glow of the moonlight, Kai cuts a striking figure, his dark hair tousled by the wind, adding to his rugged allure. He is the epitome of masculine beauty, a force of nature that leaves an indelible impression on all who cross his path.
Maybe it was the high that I was feeling or the wine drunk starting to simmer but at that moment I needed him.

In an instant my lips found his. Straddling his lap made it easy for him to guide his hands up and down my waste. We both fought for dominance as our tongues danced and the taste of Churam still potent.

He was fierce in the kiss as he gripped my ass making me open my mouth only for him to win the battle of dominance. I never felt like I needed anything more as we became tangled with lust. I ran my hand and threw his hair only to elevate higher with need.

As he disarms my daggers he disarms the wall that has been built so high but only for this night. When the sun rises in a few hours the walls will be reconstructed higher and taller and only the most capable will be able to jump it.