Legacy of Fire and Sand

Chapter 17 : The Weight of Secrets

As Ashara's eyes roamed over the tall, rugged figure that stood before her, her heart raced. Cregan, with his wild, untamed hair and a beard that framed his chiseled face, had an air of raw, northern charm. His deep-set eyes, flecked with hints of a cold, steely blue, bore into her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. His presence was magnetic—powerful, and undeniably alluring.

Cregan's hair was dark, almost black, with streaks of silver that hinted at a harsh, northern winter. His facial hair was thick and well-groomed, adding to his rugged handsomeness. The coarse texture of his beard contrasted sharply with his smooth, tanned skin, creating a striking juxtaposition that made him all the more irresistible. The confidence in his stride and the smirk that played at the corners of his lips spoke volumes of his commanding presence.

As the door to Ashara's chamber closed behind them, she wasted no time. With a fierce determination, she approached him, her hips swaying with every step. The playful glint in her eye was matched by a smirk of her own.

"So, you think you can handle me?" she purred, her voice dripping with both challenge and seduction.

Cregan's lips curled into a smirk. "I've handled many things in my time, but a Targaryen like you—now, that's something new."

Ashara's eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached out, her fingers grazing the fabric of his tunic. "Let's see if you can live up to that bold claim."

With a sudden, forceful movement, she pushed him against the wall, her lips crashing onto his in a heated kiss. Cregan's hands immediately roamed to her hips, pulling her closer as their mouths moved in a fierce dance. Ashara's aggression was palpable as she dominated the kiss, her tongue dancing with his in a battle of wills.

She broke away momentarily, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she gazed up at him with a mixture of challenge and desire. "I don't want any sweet talk or gentle caresses. I want you to show me what you're really made of."

Cregan's eyes darkened with desire as he lifted her effortlessly, their bodies pressing together as he walked them toward the bed. "You've got it, lass."

Ashara's fingers worked skillfully at his clothes, tearing away his tunic and exposing his broad chest. She traced her fingers over his muscles, reveling in the way his body tensed under her touch. "You're not as rough as you look," she teased, her voice a low purr as she kissed her way down his chest.

Cregan's groan was a deep rumble as he felt her lips trail lower. "And you're more demanding than I expected."

Without hesitation, Ashara pushed him down onto the bed, her movements confident and assertive. She straddled him, her hands roaming over his body as she teased him with playful kisses and nips. Her touch was both commanding and tender, creating a thrilling contrast that left Cregan panting with desire.

"You think you're so tough," she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. "Let's see if you can keep up."

Cregan's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he guided her movements. His breath was hot against her neck as he whispered, "I've faced harsher trials than this."

Ashara's eyes gleamed with a fierce light as she moved against him with deliberate, powerful strokes. Her moans mingled with his groans, their bodies moving in a rhythm that spoke of primal need and unrestrained passion.

As they reached the peak of their passion, Ashara's fingers tangled in Cregan's hair, pulling his head back to expose his throat. "You're mine tonight," she breathed, her voice a fierce promise.

Cregan's hands roamed over her body, his grip firm as he met her intensity with equal fervor. "And you're certainly proving that point."

Their encounter was wild and untamed, a collision of desires and demands that left them both breathless and spent. As they lay together, their bodies entangled, Ashara's gaze lingered on Cregan's face, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.