World of Ashes

Sneak Peak

I'm writing a book for a school project, and that's taking up a lot of my time, so I dont know if I'll be able to finish WoA like I thought I would. However, because I don't know when I'll be able to update next, I wrote this little sneak peak for you guys, a Lysandrion scene, which coincidentally happens to be my favorite.

When Lysandra opened her eyes, she saw Aedion sitting on a chair, pulled up by the bed. His head was slumped onto his shoulder, his mouth open, and he was snoring.
Smiling slightly, Lysandra tentatively asked, "Aedion?"
His head jerked up, and his hand was gripping his belt knife before he realized where he was. "You're awake."
Lysandra nodded, hope sparking in her eyes.
His face had an expression of overwhelming relief, but his eyes were tired. "Lysandra, I...I thought, I don't know. One moment you were standing there in a cloud of flame, beating the shit out of Erawan's ilken, and the next they were gone, and you were on the floor, back in your own body. We kept you hidden from view, but I wasn't sure...Lysandra," Aedion's face was a mask of terror, mixed with mild hysteria. "I thought you were dead."
"Aedion..." she didn't know what to say. Instead she reached out, gently placing her hand on his.
He looked at her, tears swimming in his eyes. "I hate that she's ordered you to do this. How dare she? It is not your duty to take everything she stands for onto you. I can't beli-"
Fighting nausea, Lysandra stood up. "Aedion, Aelin is being tortured right now. How dare you yell at your cousin like this, your cousin whom you love. She did not order me to. She explained everything, how it would work, the risks, and then asked me. She said, 'Lysandra, you are my greatest friend. Will you do this for me? For Terrasen?' And I said yes, Aedion, because it was the only way."
A tear slipped down Aedion's cheek. He whispered, "I know. But I still can't believe it."
The raw pain in his voice caused Lysandra to get up and walk over to him. Carefully, she laid a hand on his cheek, wiping his tears away.
He opened his eyes, staring down at her. Slowly, she stroked her fingers over his cheekbone, then trailed them down his face. She could feel his pulse quickening as she moved her thumb over the corner of his lip.
He groaned, parting his lips. "Lysandra..."
She gently traced his lips with her finger tip, before pulling back and looking him straight in the eye.
His eyes sparkled with a new light as they met hers, sending a fire-hot jolt up her spine. There was something of the wolf in them, as they gleamed with a hunger Lysandra had never experienced before. Then, lightning quick, he reached out, his hand gripping her waist. Carefully he tugged her forward, then lowering his lips to hers.
Lysandra gasped, the feeling of his mouth hot on hers. In all her years of being a courtesan, she had never experienced this. This...rush of feeling, of blinding need.
She moved her hand up, cupping the back of his neck, pulling his mouth more firmly against hers. His tongue gently pried her lips open, sliding along her teeth, exploring her mouth.
Lysandra moaned, and pushed her own tongue back against his. Aedion ran his hands down her back and over her ass to grip her thighs, lifting her up and backing her against the wall. Lysandra wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her back as she tugged at his lip with her teeth. Slowly, the Wolf slid a hand under her loose shirt, placing his palm on the center of her left breast.
She bit down on his lip, hard, and he squeezed her gently. He growled deep in his throat, and pulled back. Lysandra looked at him, her lips hot and swollen from the kisses.
"What's wrong?"
He shook his head. "It's not that. It's just-if we keep going, I won't be able to stop."
Lysandra took a step closer to him, placing her hand on his chest. "Then don't stop."
Aedion hesitated for a second, before taking a step up to her, and gently lowering her onto the bed behind them. It was hot and fast, hands everywhere, and in no time Aedion was lying on top of her, muscles shaking with restraint, both unclothed.
Lysandra leaped first. "Aedion, despite everything that has happened, I...I want you to know that I'm sorry. And...that I love you. I love you, Aedion Ashryver."
Aedion's body shook with silent tears. He lowered his head and placed it on Lysandra's breast as he cried. After a minute, he looked up, his mouth hovering a hair's breadth away from hers. "Lysandra. You have an infinite number of forms to choose from, and I love everyone of them. I have loved you from the moment I saw you, I think, even if I didn't admit it."
Lysandra nodded. She understood. She hadn't admitted her feelings for Aedion to herself before a few days ago. She raised a hand, caressing his face. Aedion leaned down, crushing his mouth against hers.
He slowly lowered himself down, and Lysandra gasped as she felt him nudge her, then slide slowly in. She ran her hands up and down his bare back, nails scratching him as he moved in, then out. Over and over, faster and faster.
His tongue echoed his thrusts in her mouth, and Lysandra shuddered.
When release came, she lost control completely. She could sense the shift, but not control it. And she couldn't even remember her name as she shook, clinging to Aedion for support.
She opened her eyes to find Aedion still inside her, but stilled. "Lysandra." He touched her face, eyes glowing in wonder.
And now she knew. There was a glow, somewhere deep inside her. She was back in her real body. The one she was born in. "Aedion," she smiled so widely it hurt. "You helped me find myself."
He smiled back at her. "You are...so beautiful."
And Lysandra took his face between her hands, and kissed him