thinking. “I’m just chilled.” They didn’t speak more, and Kyndra forced her mind away from images of licking Aimery’s body and stroking his chest. But the flames of desire were already consuming her, making her sex throb and her breasts ache.
Aimery knew something was wrong with Kyndra, but the inadequate light didn’t allow him to see her face as he wanted to. Her body was stiff, and her breathing had quickened. Maybe she was afraid of closed spaces. The thought of Kyndra terrified left him with the urge to wrap his arms around her, to hold her close to his body and tell her everything would be all right.
“In here,” a guard said.
Aimery guided Kyndra into the lift. He looked up to see the ropes disappear into the darkness it went so high. A board connecting each side of the lift was the only thing separating them from the emptiness below them.
Kyndra leaned on the board and looked over the side. “How far down does this go?”
“Very, far,” a guard answered. “Careful lest you fall over.” She righted herself and raised her brows. “And these…ropes…that are holding this…
piece of wood…with all of us on it is supposed to take us to the top. Without breaking.” The guard nodded. “We’ve used it for years.”
“My point exactly.”
Aimery grinned and turned his face away so Kyndra couldn’t see it. The lift frightened her, not that he could blame her. The wood was squishy in places, and the board going around the sides didn’t give him the feeling of being safe. Falling had never scared him until now.
He scooted closer to Kyndra so he could grab her if she fell. She gripped the boards, her knuckles turning white as the lift squeaked into motion. Aimery should have been thinking of what he was going to say to Eldar, but he watched Kyndra with a hunger that grew the longer he was with her.
When he caught the guards looking at her with lust in their eyes, it was all he could do not to smash their faces in. Kyndra wasn’t for them.
She’s not for you either.
It was a fact he knew well enough, but he could fantasize. He’d been doing that since before their first kiss. And after the kiss, after he’d tasted her, his fantasies only increased.
No, Kyndra had chosen the dragons. He would not put her in a position where she had to choose him or her vows, because he knew, though she might like his kiss, he didn’t stand a chance against a dragon.
He couldn’t deny that, if she gave a hint of wanting him, he would throw caution to the wind and make love to her until they were both too exhausted to move.
Her fingers grazed his leg, causing him to look down at her hand. She had moved closer to him, as if seeking his protection. He could promise her safety, but without his powers his vow was nothing more than words.
He had told her earlier not to speak about the loss of her powers because it had been affecting him more than he liked. All he could think about was how much easier he could protect Kyndra with his magic. He felt the loss of his magic like a kick in his ballocks. And he hated it.
Kyndra, however, seemed to be adjusting well. There were times she fisted her hands as she if she compared their situation to how it would be if she had her magic. Yet she never complained. So far she had kept a level head. Aimery didn’t think he could say the same. With the lust burning his blood for her and the frustration of his loss of magic, he was on the raggedy edge. Not a good place to be in their present situation.
“Will it ever end?” Kyndra whispered.
Aimery looked into her eyes, her face in an orange glow from the torch held near her.
“Soon enough.”
Her brows furrowed and, her fear of the lift forgotten, she placed her hand on his chest as she faced him. “Are you all right?”
Nay. “Aye.”
She stood up on tiptoe until her mouth was near his ear. Aimery bit back a groan and fought to keep his hands at his side instead of wrapping around her.
“It’s the magic,
Aimery knew something was wrong with Kyndra, but the inadequate light didn’t allow him to see her face as he wanted to. Her body was stiff, and her breathing had quickened. Maybe she was afraid of closed spaces. The thought of Kyndra terrified left him with the urge to wrap his arms around her, to hold her close to his body and tell her everything would be all right.
“In here,” a guard said.
Aimery guided Kyndra into the lift. He looked up to see the ropes disappear into the darkness it went so high. A board connecting each side of the lift was the only thing separating them from the emptiness below them.
Kyndra leaned on the board and looked over the side. “How far down does this go?”
“Very, far,” a guard answered. “Careful lest you fall over.” She righted herself and raised her brows. “And these…ropes…that are holding this…
piece of wood…with all of us on it is supposed to take us to the top. Without breaking.” The guard nodded. “We’ve used it for years.”
“My point exactly.”
Aimery grinned and turned his face away so Kyndra couldn’t see it. The lift frightened her, not that he could blame her. The wood was squishy in places, and the board going around the sides didn’t give him the feeling of being safe. Falling had never scared him until now.
He scooted closer to Kyndra so he could grab her if she fell. She gripped the boards, her knuckles turning white as the lift squeaked into motion. Aimery should have been thinking of what he was going to say to Eldar, but he watched Kyndra with a hunger that grew the longer he was with her.
When he caught the guards looking at her with lust in their eyes, it was all he could do not to smash their faces in. Kyndra wasn’t for them.
She’s not for you either.
It was a fact he knew well enough, but he could fantasize. He’d been doing that since before their first kiss. And after the kiss, after he’d tasted her, his fantasies only increased.
No, Kyndra had chosen the dragons. He would not put her in a position where she had to choose him or her vows, because he knew, though she might like his kiss, he didn’t stand a chance against a dragon.
He couldn’t deny that, if she gave a hint of wanting him, he would throw caution to the wind and make love to her until they were both too exhausted to move.
Her fingers grazed his leg, causing him to look down at her hand. She had moved closer to him, as if seeking his protection. He could promise her safety, but without his powers his vow was nothing more than words.
He had told her earlier not to speak about the loss of her powers because it had been affecting him more than he liked. All he could think about was how much easier he could protect Kyndra with his magic. He felt the loss of his magic like a kick in his ballocks. And he hated it.
Kyndra, however, seemed to be adjusting well. There were times she fisted her hands as she if she compared their situation to how it would be if she had her magic. Yet she never complained. So far she had kept a level head. Aimery didn’t think he could say the same. With the lust burning his blood for her and the frustration of his loss of magic, he was on the raggedy edge. Not a good place to be in their present situation.
“Will it ever end?” Kyndra whispered.
Aimery looked into her eyes, her face in an orange glow from the torch held near her.
“Soon enough.”
Her brows furrowed and, her fear of the lift forgotten, she placed her hand on his chest as she faced him. “Are you all right?”
Nay. “Aye.”
She stood up on tiptoe until her mouth was near his ear. Aimery bit back a groan and fought to keep his hands at his side instead of wrapping around her.
“It’s the magic,
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