The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 95

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Chapter 95: Almost His

EIRLYS’ POV

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I stirred with a soft groan. Not from pain, but from the strange, luxurious feeling of being… rested.

My limbs didn’t ache. My head wasn’t pounding. I felt warm, comfortable. And safe.

I stretched slowly, lazily, curling onto my side beneath the blanket. For a moment, I didn’t

remember the attack, the bindings, or the rain of flame that had fallen on me. It all felt distant-like

a half-remembered dream.

“How’s your head?” came Kierygan’s low voice.

My eyes snapped open. He was sitting beside me, back against the headboard, a book resting in

his lap. But his gaze wasn’t on the pages. It was on me.

I blinked, still groggy. “Fine. I… I actually feel fine. Like nothing happened.”

“Good,” he said, and only then did his eyes return to the book.

I pushed myself up on one elbow and sat beside him. Silence stretched between us, and I fidgeted with my fingers in my lap, uncertain what to say-or if I should say anything at all. Finally, I decided to head to the bathing chamber so I could go down for breakfast.

But I had barely shifted when Kierygan’s hand came down gently on my lap, stopping me.

“You should stay in bed,” he said. “I’ll have your breakfast brought here.”

“I really do feel fine,” I murmured, though my body didn’t exactly protest the warmth of the

blankets.

He didn’t look up from the book. Didn’t say another word. But the stillness in him said enough-it

hadn’t been a suggestion. It was an order.

I let out a slow sigh, hugging my legs to my chest and resting my forehead against my knees.

Then I felt his fingers, gentle and slow, brushing through my hair.

“Where were you hit?” he asked, his voice softer now.

I lifted one hand to the crown of my head. “Here,” I murmured, then let my fingers drift lower, stopping just above the nape of my neck. “And here”

He followed my gestures without a word, his hand moving to the spots I’d shown-gentle, as if trying to chase away a hurt that no longer existed.

It was a simple thing. Quiet. Barely a whisper against my skin. But I felt it all the way down my

spine.

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Goosebumps rose along my arms. A breath hitched in my throat.

If he kept this up, I was going to glow again. I just knew it.

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I heard the soft snap of his book shutting, followed by the muted thud as it landed on the wooden

nightstand.

His fingers stilled in my hair.

Then came the warmth. Not from his hand this time, but from his lips. A feather-light kiss on the

crown of my head. Another near my temple. Then one more, just beside my brow.

Heat bloomed up my neck, reaching the tips of my ears.

His weight shifted on the bed, just enough that I could feel the press of him-solid and close. He was hovering above me now, his presence almost overwhelming in its intensity. I slowly lifted my

head, and our eyes met.

There it was again. That look in his eyes, storm-dark and unreadable, yet so achingly gentle.

He leaned in slowly, and my heart skittered.

His breath mingled with mine.

But just before his lips met mine, I reached up and cupped his face drawing into a faint frown-confused.

in my hands. He froze, brows

I swallowed hard. There was something I needed to ask before I let him kiss me, before I let myself be swept up in him. I didn’t quite have the courage but after everything I’d endured last night, I felt

a little braver.

His gaze searched mine, and I hated how easily it made me question that newfound courage. Still,

I pressed on.

“Why are we doing this?” My voice trembled, but I forced the words out. “The kissing. The touching. And you… being so nice to me.”

Silence stretched between us.

“Do you not like it?” he asked quietly.

Heat flushed up my neck, and I looked down, too embarrassed to meet his eyes-but I couldn’t lie.

“I do,” I whispered. “I… like it very much.”

He tilted my chin with his fingers, coaxing my gaze to meet his. “I like it too,” he said, voice low and rough at the edges. “More than I should. And every time I kiss you… I don’t want to stop.”

My heart stuttered. I swallowed hard. “But we’re not… we’re not mates,” I whispered. “We’re not even a couple. Or… lovers.”

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Something shifted in his eyes-blue darkening like a sky before a storm. His fingers tightened

slightly under my chin. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to steal my breath.

Panic flickered. Had I said the wrong thing?

Then he leaned in, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear, his voice a whisper that felt like a flame.

“Do you want us to be?”

I froze. “W-what?” I breathed, barely trusting my ears.

He pulled back just enough to look at me fully, his voice clearer now, steadier. “I said… do you want

us to be lovers?”

The word hit me like a jolt. Not because I didn’t know the answer-I did. Every part of me

screamed it. I wanted this. I wanted him. Whatever this was between us, I wanted more of it.

But my voice caught, tangled in disbelief and the sheer weight of the moment. I blinked, lips

parted, but no sound came.

He studied me, gaze unreadable. “I’m waiting, little star.”

I exhaled shakily and gave a small nod, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.

But it wasn’t enough.

“I want to hear you say it,” he murmured, his voice law and rough, laced with something raw. “Don’t

just nod. Tell me.”

My pulse fluttered. My mouth was dry. I swallowed, trying to find my voice. “Yes,” I said, barely more than a whisper. “I want us to be lovers.”

Something shifted in his eyes. The tension bled out of him-but something else took its place. Something hungry. It was terrifying. And exhilarating.

His hands cradled my face, thumbs brushing gently over my cheeks. Then, slowly-reverently-he kissed me across my face: my temple, the bridge of my nose, the corner of my mouth. Each one was soft, unhurried… yet every touch made my breath hitch and my heart ache.

He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes.

“Let me warn you, little star,” he said, his voice low and roughened with restraint. “You agreed to this-so no one else gets to be this close to you. No one else kisses you. No one touches you like

this. You understand?”

I nodded quickly. “Yes. I won’t,” I said. “I wouldn’t want to.”

His gaze held mine, searing. Something feral flickered in the blue of his eyes.

“Good,” he said. “You’re mine now.”

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“Yours,” I whispered.

That word-just one word-seemed to undo him.

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His mouth crashed into mine again-rough, hungry, stripped of patience. His tongue coaxed my lips apart until I gave in, melted into him, letting him take the lead-to explore, to claim, to conquer.

My hands fisted the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. One arm wrapped tightly around my waist while the other slid up the length of my spine, fingers tangling in my hair as he kissed me deeper. We moved as if the world beyond us had fallen away, lost to flame and breath and heat.

But just as the fire threatened to pull us both under pressed a palm to his chest and gave a gentle push.

He slowed, teeth grazing my lower lip before he stilled. His breath came hard against my mouth. Then he leaned back just enough to meet my gaze, brows drawn tight.

“What is it now?” he asked, his voice low, laced with restraint.

My breath shook. I looked into his eyes. “Does that mean… you can’t be close to anyone else either?” I asked. “Like Mirael?”

He slapped a hand to his forehead, exasperated. “Gods, Eirlys,” he said hoarsely. “You’re the only

one I want near me. The only one who’s ever gotten this close.”

Before I could respond, he suddenly lifted me, settling me astride his lap. His hands slid firmly to

my hips, holding me in place with quiet possessiveness.

“Listen to me,” he said, his voice low but steady. “It was over with Mirael long before you ever came

along.”

I frowned. “You’re lying. The day you brought me here… you kissed her.”

His eyes didn’t flinch. “She kissed me. I didn’t kiss her back.”

“But why did it end with you?” I asked, my voice more fragile than I meant it to be.

He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “Mirael and I… it was never love. Just an arrangement. Maybe some lust,” he admitted, pausing. “She offered to give me an heir, because I didn’t want to be the last dragon.”

Then he gently tapped the tip of my nose. “Clearly, that didn’t work out.”

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