Chosen by the Dragon Alien (Zarux Dragon Brides #2)

Chapter 22

Fivra

Their room was spacious and well appointed. A narrow window ran the length of the room, giving a view of the vivid landscape. A large bed sat dead center in the room, like a huge beacon. Cyprian closed the door behind them. For a moment, neither of them moved. The quiet hum of the outpost was the only sound that filled the air. Fivra’s skin tingled with anticipation. Every nerve was alight as Cyprian took a slow, purposeful step toward her.

“You’ve been so brave.” Cyprian’s voice was a deep rumble that resonated through her chest. His wings flared slightly as he closed the distance between them. “I don’t think you realize how much you mean to me.”

Her breath held as he raised a hand. His fingers brushed against her cheek with aching tenderness. His touch sent a delicious shiver over her skin. She burned where his fingertips grazed. The sensation was sharp and electric. “Cyprian…” Her voice trembled with emotion.

He cupped her face with both hands. His thumbs traced the line of her jaw. The intensity in his molten eyes pinned her in place. “I almost lost you,” Cyprian said. “And every moment we’re together, every moment I can hold you, I…”

His words faded, replaced by the heat of his lips crushing down on hers. The kiss was deep and passionate. Fivra melted against him. She clutched the front of his shirt as if afraid he might pull away. His lips were demanding, yet reverent, moving over hers with a hunger that left her breathless.

Cyprian growled low in his throat. The sound moved through her as his hands slid down her neck, over her shoulders, tracing the curve of her waist. He pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together until there was no space left between them. The heat of him seeped through her garments, warming her from the inside out and making her forget everything but him. She tilted her head, giving herself to the kiss, letting her lips part as his tongue teased hers, exploring, tasting, claiming her in a way that left her trembling.

Her hands roamed his chest, marveling at the solid planes of muscle beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. She wanted to touch his bare skin, to feel every line, every ridge, every piece of him that had burned itself into her heart. Her fingers found the hem of his shirt, grasping it in a silent plea.

He broke the kiss, only just pulling back to search her face. His silver eyes blazed with a heat that made her stomach knot with longing. “Fivra,” he murmured, his voice thick with restraint. “I want you so much, but I don’t want to rush you—”

“Shush,” she breathed, cutting him off. Her hands tightened on the fabric. “I want this. I want you.”

A low rumble escaped him and in one smooth motion, he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the expanse of his sculpted chest. His skin glinted faintly in the warm light, the crimson veins of his dragon scales just visible beneath the surface. The sight stole her breath. He was magnificent—powerful, primal, yet so achingly tender as he reached for her.

His hands found the closure of her tunic. His movements were smooth as he undid the fastenings. Her skin tingled as the fabric fell away, exposing her body to the warmth of the room and the caress of his gaze. He made no move to touch her right away. Instead, his silver eyes traced every curve, every line. The intensity in his expression made her shiver, but it wasn’t from the cold—it was from the way he looked at her, as though she were the most precious thing in the universe.

“You’re beautiful,” Cyprian said, his voice a low rasp that sent a thrill coursing through her. His large hands spanned her waist. His thumbs brushed against her bare skin. “You take my breath away, Fivra.”

Her cheeks flushed with heat, a mix of shyness and molten desire. The way Cyprian looked at her unraveled her completely. Her hands, trembling slightly, found their way to his chest. The heat of his skin under her palms was intoxicating. The ridges of muscles were alive beneath her touch. She swallowed hard. “And you’re…perfect,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her every sense consumed by him.

His lips quirked in a small, tender smile—raw, genuine. He leaned down and kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her. Fivra moaned softly into the kiss, the sound sending a ripple of tension through Cyprian’s body. She felt the strength in him—the way he trembled under her touch. The way he held himself back, as though worried he might break her if he wasn’t careful.

But she didn’t want careful. She wanted him wild, unrestrained, and hers .

Her hands slid up his chest, grazing over his strong shoulders and around his neck, fingers threading through the silken strands of his hair. She pulled him closer, deepening their kiss. Her body pressed flush against his. Her breasts, bare now, met the hard planes of his chest, sending sparks of heat crackling through her. She felt his restraint unraveling, the barely leashed hunger radiating from him.

Cyprian groaned, low and guttural. “Fivra,” he rasped, his hands shifting to her hips, holding her in place as though anchoring himself. “If you keep this up…”

“I want you to lose control,” she whispered. “Please, Cyprian.”

His eyes darkened, the silver turning molten, and his wings flared wide behind him. His touch remained gentle as he guided her backward. The backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed, and he lowered her onto it. The bedding was cool against her back, unlike the heat of the male above her.

Cyprian hovered over her. His body was an elegant, predatory sweep as he braced himself on his arms. His wings arched on either side of them like an enveloping cocoon, shielding her from the outside world. From everything but him. His heated gaze made her chest tighten with want. Slowly, he lowered himself. His lips hovered over her neck. His breath was warm against her skin.

He pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat, soft at first, then firmer as his lips traveled the column of her neck. His teeth nipped at her shoulder, earning a gasp that morphed into a moan. His hands began their exploration as they glided over her skin. He traced the curve of her waist, the line of her hips, and the soft swell of her thighs. When his fingers brushed between her legs, pressing lightly against the heat of her, her hips bucked instinctively, seeking more. Her breath hitched. A sharp whimper of pleasure escaped her lips.

“ Fek , Fivra,” Cyprian groaned. His fingers slid against her slick folds, testing her response, drawing circles that set her body alight. “You’re so wet for me.”

Her only answer was a broken moan as she arched into his touch. She clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging in as a plea for more. Cyprian obliged. His fingers delved deeper, exploring her heat, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him, her body trembling with need. Every stroke sent ripples through her, coiling the tension in her belly tighter and tighter until she exploded at his touch. Lights danced behind her closed eyelids. Sensation burst on her skin. She throbbed against him, soaking in every lick of pleasure. If this was how it would always be between them, she was the luckiest female in the galaxy.

But then, the loss of his touch left her bereft, and she whimpered in protest. He chuckled softly, the sound low and rich with affection. “Patience, my love,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “We are only beginning.”

Fivra’s breath came in short, shallow bursts as she watched him rise to his knees between her thighs. He reached for his pants. His gaze never left hers as he stripped them away, revealing himself fully to her. Her eyes widened as she took him in—all of him. She’d seen him naked before, but had begun to doubt the reality of it. He was magnificent, his powerful body taut with restrained desire, his ridged cock jutting hard and proud from his abdomen.

Her lips parted. Anticipation and awe flooded her senses. He reached down, his hand wrapping around his length as he stroked himself slowly, never breaking eye contact. His movements were deliberate, a silent display of his need for her.

“Fivra,” he murmured, his voice thick like molten metal. “You are everything.” His free hand trailed up her thigh, leaving a path of heat in its wake, until it rested lightly on her hip. “I don’t want to rush this.”

He leaned forward, guiding himself to her entrance. The heat of him brushed against her, and her breath caught. She arched her hips toward him, inviting him in. Her body trembled with excitement. He paused, holding himself poised at her slick entrance. His gaze searched hers.

“You’re ready?” he murmured in a low growl.

“Yes.” Her voice was nothing more than a breath. “I need you, Cyprian. All of you.”

Her words sent a shudder through him. He lowered himself slightly. His powerful body caged hers as his lips claimed hers again. The kiss was intoxicating as he slid inside of her.

The stretch was exquisite. He moved slowly. His cock filled her inch by agonizing inch. Her fingers dug into his back. Her breathing was ragged as she gasped beneath him. The feeling of him inside her was unlike anything she had ever experienced—intense, intimate, and all-consuming. She was overwhelmed by the sensation of being utterly and completely his.

“ Fek , you’re so tight,” Cyprian groaned, his voice strained as he fought for control. “Fivra…you’re perfect.”

She whimpered as he seated himself fully inside her, their bodies pressed together. The stretch, the fullness, the way he seemed to mold to her—it was almost too much, and yet, exactly what she needed. He stilled for a moment. His arms bracketed her face as he held her gaze, allowing her body to adjust to the coupling. She could see the taut line of restraint in his jaw, the sweat beading on his brow as he waited for her signal to continue.

“Move,” she ordered. “Now, Cyprian, I need you.”

Her words shattered the last thread of restraint holding him back. He exhaled raggedly and began to move, pulling out slowly before pressing back into her. His pace was measured at first, each thrust an exploration of pleasure and connection. The friction elicited noises from her lips, and she tilted her hips toward him, aching for more, for everything he could give her.

Cyprian groaned low in his throat. “Fivra,” he murmured. “You feel…incredible.”

Her body responded instinctively by wrapping her legs around his hips to pull him closer, deeper. Her fingertips explored the expanse of his back—the ridges of his muscles, the faint texture of his scales, and the thick, corded muscles that supported his massive wings. The sheer heat of him was intoxicating. Nothing else existed but the rhythm of their bodies moving together.

He picked up his pace, hips driving into her with a power that bordered on feral. His wings flared above them, catching the low light and enveloping them in crimson and shadow.

Her hands slid to his face, cupping his cheeks as her gaze locked onto his. The intensity in his eyes stole her breath. The molten silver swirled with emotions too vast to name. Love. Desire. Possession. Devotion. All of it, raw and unyielding, was written in his gaze as he drove into her with purpose.

“I love you, Fivra,” he whispered, his voice trembling with the weight of his feelings. His movements slowed, his thrusts deepening. “You’re my everything.”

Her heart swelled. Tears pricked her eyes. “I love you too, Cyprian,” she breathed, her voice thick with emotion. “I’m yours.”

The words seemed to unleash something within him. His movements grew faster, more fervent, as he chased their mutual release. Fivra’s world narrowed to the sensation of him—the way he filled her, the way he moved above her, the way his body fit perfectly against hers, as though they had been crafted for each other. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her. Her cries mingled with his guttural groans, the room thick with the sound of their love and the heat of their passion.

Cyprian’s hand slipped between their bodies, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her core. He pressed against it and her body arched into his touch, her hips rolling to meet his thrusts as the tension coiling in her belly grew tighter, hotter, more all-consuming.

“ Fek , Fivra.” His voice turned ragged as his control began to fray. His wings trembled, the crimson membranes glowing faintly with the power thrumming through him. “I can feel you… You’re so close.”

She was—so close it was almost unbearable. Her nails raked down his back. The sharpness of her own need was a desperate, aching thing, and she clung to him like he was her anchor, the only thing keeping her tethered in the storm of sensation that threatened to sweep her away.

“Cyprian!” she cried out as her release hit her like a supernova, exploding through every nerve in her body. Her walls clamped down on him, pulling him deeper as waves of pleasure rolled through her, leaving her gasping and writhing beneath him.

Her orgasm unraveled him. With a guttural roar, his hips slammed forward one final time, burying himself as deeply as he could. He spilled into her with hot, pulsating intensity. His body shook with the force of his release.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Cyprian’s heavy breaths mingled with Fivra’s soft gasps as the aftershocks of their shared pleasure lingered in the air. His forehead pressed against hers. His silver eyes were half-lidded and languid. His hands cradled her face, as if she were the most precious thing in existence.

His lips brushed against hers in a featherlight kiss. “You’re everything, Fivra. You’re my world.”

Fivra’s heart swelled at his words. Her body still thrummed with their passion. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him into another kiss, filled with all the love she could ever hope to convey. Their lips moved together as the warmth of his body surrounded her, protecting her, grounding her.

When the kiss ended, she gazed into his silver eyes. Her hand brushed along the sharp line of his jaw. “You’ve always made me feel safe, Cyprian. But tonight, you made me feel…whole. Complete. Like I belong.”

He closed his eyes briefly, his breath shuddering. When he opened them again, the tenderness there made her throat tighten. “You do belong. With me. Always.” He cupped her cheek, his thumb gently tracing her flushed skin. “I will spend every moment I have proving that you’re cherished, Fivra. That you’re loved completely.”

Fivra smiled. Her exhaustion melted into contentment as she nuzzled her face into his hand. For so long, she had felt adrift, disconnected from the life once forced upon her. But here, in Cyprian’s arms, she had found her anchor. Her home.

Slowly, Cyprian shifted, pulling her close as he lay back against the pillows, his wings folding comfortably to one side. He wrapped his strong arms around her, drawing her against his chest as if shielding her from the entire universe beyond their room. Fivra sighed into him. Her head rested against the steady rise and fall of his chest. The rhythmic beat of his heart was a soothing melody that lulled her into a deep sense of peace.

The warmth of his body, the protective arc of his wings, were everything she hadn’t known she needed. Here, in this fragile, fleeting moment, they were untouchable, their love a fierce beacon amidst the shadows of their lives.

“We’ll face whatever comes, together,” Cyprian murmured into her hair. “And we’re going to find your missing friends and my…kin.”

Fivra nodded, her eyelids growing heavy but her heart light. “We will. Together.” She nestled closer, surrendering to the comforting hum of his warmth and steady heartbeat. Safe in his arms, exhaustion claimed her, and her last waking thought was a quiet certainty: they had found something indestructible in one another.

Cyprian lay awake for some time after, gazing at the ceiling. He stroked her soft hair, listening to the rhythm of her breathing as it deepened in sleep. Protecting her, holding her, was the most natural thing in the world, and for the first time since he’d been forged into the Axis’ tool, he felt…free.

There would be battles ahead. Their enemies were vast and powerful, their path fraught with danger. But the female in his arms was his fire, his anchor, his strength. And as he pressed a lingering kiss to her temple, he vowed to himself, to the stars, and to whatever gods might be listening: nothing would take her from him.

Tomorrow, they would face the darkness. Together.

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