Loving the Dragon King

Chapter 7: Breaking a Piece of the Wall

Cianan’s POV

The nerve of this girl, my so-called “wife”. If I could go back to that ungodly conversation with her mother, I would have been more wise about my choice of bride.

What was she thinking? I could throw her in the dungeon for the things she says and the way she speaks. Why didn’t I?

I could feel my body temperature increasing. My blood was boiling. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. My breathing became rapid from the rage she bestowed upon me. How dare she speak of my mother and father with that filthy tongue.

“Answer me, dammit!” My patience was thinner than ice with her.

I felt this softness on my lips, cool and slightly wet. Her lips were on mine! What was she doing?!

I let go of her wrists and pulled back towards the door. Her body laid there still as a rock. Why did she do that? It was a tease. Almost as if I… wanted more of it.

Why did she do that? What was she trying? I… wanted more. This weird energy ran through my body… electricity, a spark maybe? What was I feeling? Was it for her? Was it an in the moment feeling? All I could do was stare at her, unsure of my next move. She sat up gingerly, taunting me with those lips she had just pressed against mine. The saliva was building in my mouth. Do I stay? Do I run? I wanted to take advantage of this moment, but how? She was right. I treated her like an animal. God, what is this feeling?

“Cianan?” She finally broke the silence.

I wasn’t sure how to respond. Should I continue what she started? Maybe I should leave. Even as a king, I wasn’t worthy of her. She was difficult, but she knew her worth. Why did I treat her the way I did?

“F***” I groaned. “Why did you do that?” I briskly walked towards her again, gripping her chin, staring into those bright blue sapphire eyes. “What are you doing to me?” I whispered confusely. First, we were arguing, digging into each other’s skin, then she kissed me. Sweet like vanilla, those rosy pink lips shot a current through me. We never kissed at the altar. She shied her face away so that her cheek was the only thing I could access.

“What are you doing to me?” I repeated softly.

“I thought it might calm your temper. I don’t know your Grace; I’m sorry. I should not have done so. It felt right in the moment.” She looked away, ashamed, like she had done something wrong. I knew I was hurting her. She was trying to be better… better than I was. I was failing, failing her. How did we go from hating each other, all of the fighting and bickering, to this gentle moment?

I needed to leave. I needed to clear my head. I gently pressed my lips to her forehead and ran for the window. Of course, as the dragon king, my wings came in handy when I needed a swift escape. I jumped out of the window and set my wings free. My head felt foggy; I couldn’t think straight, and I wasn’t about to make another mistake without thinking.