The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Drunk Kisses and Dark Desires

KIERYGAN’S POV

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I carried her down the silent halls, her body warm and limp against mine. Her head lolled against my chest, strands of her hair brushing against my jaw with each step.

She smelled faintly of lavender… and that damned wine. Every few steps, she stirred, her fingers curling weakly around my collar, as if anchoring herself to me in the spinning dark.

At last, we reached her chambers. I nudged the door open with my foot and stepped inside. The

fire had been lit, casting a soft glow across the room’s carved stone walls.

Her eyes fluttered open, heavy–lidded and glassy. She gazed up at me as if seeing something she

hadn’t noticed before.

“Beautiful,” she murmured, almost incoherently.

I looked down at her, brows drawing together. “What is?”

Her hand rose, trembling slightly, until her fingertips brushed the line of my jaw. I froze. Her touch

burned through me like wildfire. Slowly, her thumb traced the edge of my cheekbone, lingering at

the corner of my mouth.

“You,” she slurred softly. “You’re beautiful.”

I swallowed hard, my jaw clenching beneath her gentle fingers. “You don’t know what you’re saying,

“I said quietly. “It’s the wine talking.”

“But it’s true,” she whispered, her brow creasing as she struggled to keep her eyes open. “I always

thought so… but I was too scared to say it.”

Then she giggled, a soft, breathless sound that made my chest clench. “I don’t know why I’m

saying it now.”

“That’s because you’re drunk,” I told her, my voice rougher than I intended.

Suddenly, she made an abrupt, uncoordinated jerk. stumbled slightly and sank down onto the

edge of the bed, still cradling her in my arms. Her eyes widened, glassy with indignation, as if I had accused her of a grave crime.

“I am not,” she insisted, her words slurring together. “How can you say that? I’ve never touched wine in my life.”

“That goblet you were drinking from earlier,” I began, trying to keep my voice calm as I shifted her weight against me. “It wasn’t juice, Eirlys. It was-”

But I didn’t finish.

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Because just then, I felt her lips press against mine. A soft, fleeting peck. My heart slammed

painfully against my ribs. She pulled back slightly, only to kiss me again… and again, each touch light and unpracticed, each one stealing the breath from my lungs.

I pulled my head back, gripping her face gently between my hands to still her. “What are you doing? “I asked, my voice rough with restraint.

She blinked up at me, her eyes heavy with intoxication, her lips parted. “Kissing you,” she whispered simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Stop,” I said firmly, though my resolve was already cracking. “You need to stop.”

Her brow furrowed, lips trembling into a pout that nearly undid me. “But… I really want to,” she said,

her voice small and earnest, like a plea. It shattered whatever defenses I had left.

I closed my eyes, fighting for control, my thumbs brushing across her flushed cheeks. “You don’t

know what you’re doing,” I whispered harshly. “You don’t even know what a proper kiss is.”

She went silent for a moment, then tilted her head, staring straight into my eyes with a clarity that

made my chest tighten painfully. “Then show me,” she breathed.

Her words snapped the last fragile thread of my restraint.

I knew it wasn’t right. She was intoxicated, vulnerable, her judgment clouded. Every rational part of

me screamed to pull away, to wait until she understood what she was asking for. But her

insistence… the way she gazed up at me with those wide, pleading eyes… and the mate pull

thrumming deep in my chest–it all coiled tight inside me, making it almost impossible to resist.

There was only so much a man could bear.

“F**k this,” I muttered under my

breath.

Guilt and something dangerously close to relief burned through me as I finally closed the space

between us and crashed my lips onto hers.

Her mouth was soft and warm, parted slightly in surprise. She made a small, breathless sound–a

whimper caught between shock and wonder–and the sound went straight to my gut like a brand. I

angled my head and kissed her deeper, slow at first letting her learn the feel of it.

She tasted faintly of honey and the siren’s spirit she drank. Her movements were clumsy and

unpracticed, her lips fumbling against mine, but every hesitant press was filled with something

pure and unguarded that nearly undid me.

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She tried to mirror my movements, her lips parting wider as I teased her lower lip between mine. A soft, desperate sigh escaped her, and I couldn’t stop the low groan that rumbled in my chest in

response.

My hand slid up to cradle the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair as I deepened

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the kiss, guiding her gently. Her little sounds–the tiny gasps and sighs as she tried to keep up- drove me insane. I flicked my tongue against the seam of her lips, and she shivered in my arms, her fingers curling around my shoulders.

Gods, I could drown in this.

But then, just as I felt myself losing control completely, she pulled away abruptly. Her brow furrowed, lips kiss–swollen and parted as she paused, blinking at me with glassy eyes.

“I… I think I’m going to be sick,” she slurred.

Before I could react, she doubled over and vomited all over my chest.

I froze as the warm, sour mess soaked through my shirt. She slumped forward, her forehead resting against my collarbone, her chest pressed against the vomit–stained fabric. Her body trembled as another wave of nausea rolled through her, and she gagged again, the rest splattering across my stomach and thighs.

For a moment, all I could do was stare at the top of her head in stunned silence, feeling her small body shake with each retch as both of us sat there, drenched and reeking.

I closed my eyes and let out a long, ragged breath through my nose.

Perfect. Just perfect.

She sagged against me, her breathing evening out, lashes fluttering softly against flushed cheeks. She’d passed out, completely unaware of the mess she’d made or the havoc she’d just wreaked on

my sanity.

Slowly, I gathered her in my arms and stood, ignoring the warmth seeping through my ruined shirt. The smell was nauseating, but I barely registered it All I saw was her–small and fragile as she clung unconsciously to my chest.

I carried her into the bathing chamber adjoining her room and lowered her gently onto the marble

bench by the tub. She lolled forward, her forehead resting against me, eyes half–open and

unfocused.

Her dress was a disaster, soaked through and plastered to her skin. I tried to peel it off delicately, but the fabric tore at the seams. A frustrated grow rumbled in my chest as I ripped it apart and tossed the shredded pieces aside.

“Gods, Eirlys,” I ground out through clenched teeth. Why are you doing this to me?”

My restraint splintered as I looked down at her–her pale skin glowing softly under the lantern light, delicate curves I hadn’t realized she hid beneath her dress, now bared completely to my gaze.

Every protective instinct in me warred violently with the primal hunger burning at my core.

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Before my eyes could trail any further down, I forced them away.

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The tub was already half–filled with steaming water I lifted her carefully and set her down inside.

She let out a soft sigh as the warmth enveloped her her head falling back against the edge. Her

hair fanned out like silver ribbons around her shoulders, her skin turning rosy under the water’s

heat.

I looked down and realized I was a mess myself, vomit and sweat clinging to my skin and clothes.

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