Lover of the Legacy: A Hidden Desire

Chapter 9

Eragon held Satine close and whispered into her ear. "It's going to be alright." He felt her shake her head.

"Orik is right. I should not be here, but I could not help it. I love you, Eragon, and I want to be with you."

"And, I want to be with you. Satine, no one can tell you how to feel."

"I know, but it's wrong. I am engaged to Orrin. We need to end it, for now." She started to withdraw from him, and as much as he wanted to keep her there, he released his grip on her. "I only came here to tell you to be careful; I don't know what I would do if I lost you." She turned to leave, crying out in pain. Eragon caught her before she collapsed.

"You really must have hurt yourself. Let me take a look at it." He placed her on his cot and then lit a small candle. He took off her boot and sock to reveal a few swollen and bruised toes. "Ouch." He winced.

Satine looked at her toes and groaned. "I didn't think it was that bad." She exclaimed in pain when Eragon examined the wound. "Ow! That hurts."

"Sorry, but I had to make sure you didn't break or sprain your toes."

"And?"

"You didn't. They are just badly bruised, which I can easily heal."

"No! You need your strength for tomorrow."

"Satine, a spell like this will barely tax me, and besides, people are going to wonder why you are suddenly limping."

"Everyone knows that I am a klutz sometimes. I can make something up."

"True, but I can't have you limping in battle."

She raised her finger about to make another excuse, but realized that he had a point. "I did not think about that."

"Of course not." He chuckled. "Now, do I finally have your permission to heal it?"

Satine nodded and whispered, "You're such a jerk."

Eragon laughed. "Fine, maybe I won't heal it." Satine gave him a dirty look. "Oh, I see how it is, and you called me a jerk."

"Just heal it already."

Eragon finally healed her toes. "There, happy now?" He was still trying to stifle his laugh.

Satine crawled onto his lap and rested her head against his shoulder, her back against his chest. "Now I am. Thank you." She smiled up at him.

He wrapped his arms around her. "You're welcome. I love you, Satine."

Satine could not bear it any longer. She knew that it was wrong, but it hurt her more to refrain from Eragon. She kissed him passionately on the lips. "So much for ending it." He said when they parted. He started into her beautiful eyes and could not help but to give in as he pressed his lips against hers. He held his blood race when their kissing intensified. At one point, he felt raise his had until he was touching one of her breasts. Satine never felt more alive as her hormones raged and she let out a moan. She parted her lips and felt his tongue brush against hers. For a while they let their tongues dance together.

It was Eragon who pulled away. He felt himself succumbing even further and had to stop before he got to the point of no return. He was unsure why Saphira had not stopped him sooner, but he dismissed the thought as he cradled Satine. "I love you."

"I love you too." She sat there unwilling to get up. "Do I have to go?"

"I don't want you to go either, but you really should. We need sleep." She nodded and slowly got up. "Be careful sneaking around."

"I will." She kissed him once more before departing.

Satine made her way across the camp, wishing that their tents were closer together. Safely inside her tent, she washed the sweat off her face and lay down where sleep took her into the world of dreams.