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Caelia lay in his arms like a ragdoll, watching as a blur of the surroundings passed by. She felt the last dregs of energy drain from her, wondering how much longer she could stay conscious. It had been an endless day: her father had her woken before dawn to be scrubbed and slathered with lotions, all to prepare her for meeting her elderly fiancé. The journey from Dunsmore’s desert estate had only taken a few hours, but she’d been starved since the night before to keep her belly flat. After Dunsmore had groped her, the head maid had stripped her, examined every inch of her body, scrubbed her down again, and disciplined her for good measure.The escape had drained her further, and after trudging through the desert and enduring the teasing of this strange man, her strength was nearly gone. Yet his embrace was oddly soothing—his strong arms held her close, against his warm chest, the slow rhythm of his heartbeat and the sway of his strides almost lulling her to sleep.With a heavy sigh,

He paused, maintaining eye contact and causing her breaths to come out in short gasps. "Does it hurt?" His voice was low and dangerous.Caelia took a few deep breaths before responding, "No...but please…wait." Her grip tightened on the bench beneath her as she tried to adjust to the intense pressure, feeling the pulse between her legs and the tight clenching sensation around him.His fingers dug into her hips as he repositioned her, gently pulling until she arched her back once more. "Stay open for me," he commanded, moving one hand as his fingers reached for the sensitive nub between her legs.She nodded, feeling less scared and more aware of the warmth radiating from his thick member as he rocked back and forth. His focus shifted as his patience ran thin and he locked eyes with her again before slowly pushing further inside, stretching her walls."Ah!" Caelia's mind went blank as pleasure mixed with pain, both sensations overwhelming. She trembled and turned her head to hide her fac

"Revenge?" Caelia blinked in surprise.Gerda tilted her head, one brow raised thoughtfully. "I assume someone led you to Dunsmore?" she replied, her tone growing sharper. "The peace here is thin, especially with that arrogant—" She stopped, taking a measured breath. "That man built his estate on our lands…And, your husband will almost certainly retaliate." Her words were so casual, they might as well have been about the weather.A chill settled over Caelia. Her father’s estate lay just beyond the desert, vulnerable. Images of innocent people—the household staff, her mother—filled her mind, each at risk from a conflict they had no part in.“No! But—he can’t—” she stammered, panic blooming in her chest. Gerda rested a hand on her shoulder, steadying her.“Calm yourself,” she said gently. “Perhaps you can guide his anger to those who deserve it.” She gave Caelia a reassuring look.Yet doubt gnawed at Caelia. She had barely had a choice in joining Rhyzar’s side, but in her rush to escape

Caelia’s heart pounded as she scrambled backward, fingers slipping in the damp sand. The creature’s dark, beady eyes locked onto her with a terrifying, primal hunger. Its serpentine neck arched as it slithered forward, towering above her, slipping slightly as it climbed the sandy incline.Leathery wings, scarred and torn, unfurled to reveal hooked claws digging into the sand. Paralyzed with fear, Caelia couldn’t scream or flee as the creature hobbled closer, its winged front limbs dragging awkwardly. Gray-green scales covered its gaunt frame, and its large jaw hung open, lined with razor-sharp teeth—teeth that could pierce straight through any part of her body.She trembled, clutching her chest as tears welled in her eyes. A thought pierced her terror: was this Rhyzar? She hadn’t truly believed in dragons or in Rhyzar’s supposed shapeshifting abilities, yet here was a creature so monstrous that it couldn’t be anything but proof. Her heart raced as she looked at the dragon again, its b

Caelia's breath caught in her throat as she felt Rhyzar poised at her entrance. Her body trembled with need, every nerve ending aflame with desire. She gazed up at him, eyes heavy with lust, silently pleading for him to continue.Rhyzar's lips curved into a devious smile as he slowly pushed forward, stretching her euphorically as he entered her inch by tantalizing inch. Caelia gasped, her back arching off the bed as she tried to welcome the strange and unfamiliar pressure. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and the slightest hint of pain. Her fingers were still trapped around the thick, solid pillar as she felt it push forward, piercing her depths. The size seemed insurmountable, but she was determined to take him in.She couldn't help but moan, completely entranced by his tense, sculpted muscles that rippled as he began to move inside her. His jaw clenched tightly, the obvious pleasure on his face stirring something in her core as she listened to his heavy br