𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢

3.

Rheynara's pov

After all the fuss about reading out the names of the dead, I follow the crowd to class with Liam. As soon as we reached the barracks yesterday, I fell on my bunk and woke up at dawn today. Liam, of course, didn't miss the opportunity to mention how tired I was yesterday. What he didn't know was that on the same day we were crossing the parapet, my nose was making fun of me and was bleeding three times. So I was exhausted from the very morning. For the same reason, I didn't meet with Xaden and I didn't tell him what I had brought with me. Well, he will have to wait until tonight.

Walking down one of the corridors now, I suddenly felt a familiar gaze on me. "I'll be right back," I say to Liam.

"I'll take your backpack," he suggests, to which I immediately agree and hand him the bag, "Do you have anything in it at all?" he asks, amused, because the bag is so light that it can actually seem empty.

I don't answer him, but only show my middle finger and head towards the six majestic dragon statues, far away from the group. I move my gaze towards the shadow-swallowed figure, standing near one of the statues. As soon as I get close enough, I am pulled by the pillar and his lips land on mine in a passionate kiss. Gods, yes.
I find myself stranded between the cold wall and Xaden's hard body, and I immediately realize how much I've missed it. He weaves his fingers into my hair and grabs me at the back of the head to deepen the kiss and I eagerly open my lips. He accepts the invitation and slides his tongue into it in a practiced, aggressive motion that makes me tighten my hands around his clothes to pull him closer as a shiver of pleasure sweeps across my spine. I kiss him back eagerly, sucking on his lower lip and nibbling on it with my teeth. "Black," he moans. At the sound of my nickname in his mouth, I feel even more desired.
Xaden, as if reading my mind, attacks my mouth with such fervor that I tremble. He is just as greedy as I am and when he grabs my ass and lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his waist as if my life depended on this kiss. Or maybe it does? Because that's how I feel. After such a long break, we can't get enough of each other and each of the kisses is like a breath for which we didn't realize that we were fighting all the time when we were far away.
A rock wall sticks in my back, but I don't really care. I can finally sink my fingers into his soft hair, which I always liked to comb through when we lay in bed. Xaden kisses me until I feel completely satisfied, and then invites my tongue into his mouth so I can do the same. Time could stop so that we would stay here for eternity. As Xaden pushes his hips against me, a soft sigh of pleasure escapes my lips. He breaks the kiss and runs his lips over my jaw before kissing the scar on my neck. He always did this.
I focus only on our tongues, teeth, lips and hands rediscovering ourselves, as if the time we didn't see each other change something in us. Our kisses slow down, allowing us to take a breath. Now we just look at each other, panting heavily. I smile, finally feeling happy. Xaden returns my smile—that beautiful smile that makes my knees go weak every time—and slowly lowers me to the floor, but he still stands close to me.