Led By Fiery Passion (currently being revised)

Part 44

Flying through the night with the cold wind biting at her cheeks, Aenyra leaned forward, urging Cannibal to go faster. Excitement warred with nerves in her chest, each beat of her heart bringing her closer to Aemond.

As the small island emerged from the dark horizon, Cannibal seemed to sense her urgency, descending in a slow, deliberate glide. Aenyra's heart quickened at the sight of Vhagar resting like a mountain of shadow and scale along the beach.

"Land quietly, Cannibal," she whispered, her voice nearly lost in the wind.

They touched down with a whisper of sand and wing. Vhagar stirred, her massive head lifting, ancient eyes locking on them. Then, with a rumbling huff, she lowered her head again, drifting back into sleep.

Aenyra exhaled a quiet sigh of relief and slipped from the saddle, offering Cannibal a firm, affectionate pat. Then, without hesitation, she turned and made her way toward the cave

The billions of stars twinkled in the night sky, their brilliance mirrored by the glowing moon, casting just enough light to guide her path. As Aenyra drew closer to the cave, she noticed a flickering glow dancing faintly along the rocks was a torchlight.

She descended the rocky ledge with careful steps, moving as quietly as she could. The deeper she went, the brighter the warm glow became, the flame's light stretching across the stone walls until it finally revealed him.

There, hunched on a rock, sat Aemond. His silver hair catching the firelight, his gaze fixed on the ground. The tension in his shoulders was impossible to miss.

Aenyra paused, her heart pounding at the sight of him. For a brief moment, she simply watched. Then, steadying herself, she stepped forward into the light.

"Aemond?" she called softly.

"Aenyra," Aemond breathed, standing abruptly—clearly startled by her presence. He hadn't expected her to come, but he had hoped.
Before she could think twice, she ran to him, throwing herself into his arms. Her body collided with his as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, holding him like she never wanted to let go. "I'm sorry." was all he managed to say, his voice low and rough, strained with emotion. He pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair, breathing in the familiar, intoxicating scent of her; the one thing that always made him feel like he could breathe again.

After a moment, she lifted her head from his chest, her gaze locking with his. There was so much left unsaid, but none of it mattered..not in that moment. All they could feel was the aching pull to be near one another again.

Like magnets drawn together, their lips met in a passionate kiss.

Aemond cupped her face with a tenderness that made her chest ache. A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye, but his thumb was there to catch it, brushing it away with care. He pulled back just enough to place soft, lingering kisses across her face—her cheeks, her forehead, the tip of her nose.

She mirrored his touch, her fingers gliding along his jaw, feeling the quiet warmth thrumming between them.

He wanted her just as fiercely as she wanted him.

The world around them seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them wrapped in their own quiet, intimate bubble. Aemond's heart pounded as he drank in the sight of her—flushed cheeks, eyes sparkling with emotion.

"Why do you always make everything feel so intense?" she whispered, a teasing lilt in her voice. A small smile played on her lips, even as a tear still clung to her lashes.

"Maybe it's because I feel everything when I'm with you." he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

He leaned in, resting his forehead gently against hers, creating a space where only their shared breaths existed