All Chapters of Where Ashes and Oaths Collide: Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

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Chapter 71: Eager

The scent of Amelia was a torture and a salvation all at once. “Amelia,” Luz breathed his hands sliding from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. “I have spent six years thinking only of survival. Of duty. Of how to keep my soul from being swallowed whole.” He pulled back just enough to look at her, his amber eyes burning with a quiet, desperate hunger. “And now?” she asked, her hand trailing down his chest to his lower abdomen. “What are you thinking now?” his breath hitched, a sharp, jagged sound that tore through the quiet of the room. His muscles locked under her hand, every fibre of his body reacting to the touch like a soldier caught in an ambush– only this time, there was no instinct to fight.“Now,” Luz said, his voice dropping into a register so low it was barely a whisper. “I am thinking that I do not want to be anywhere else in the world.” His hands tightened

Chapter 72: Slower

Luz was not rushing. He wanted to see this– wanted to savour the moment as if it were the only thing that mattered in a world that was falling apart outside those walls. “You are going to be the death of me,” he murmured, his voice thick with a mixture of adoration and raw desire. Once all the binding of Amelia’s dress was loose, she brushed the dress off her left shoulder. The dress hung loose down her chest and showed the outlines of her breast clearly. His breath hitched, a sharp, audible sound in the quiet room. His amber eyes dropped to where the fabric hung loose, tracing the soft curves revealed by the loosened bindings. The amber in his gaze deepened, darkening with a heat that made the air between them feel heavy and electric.Luz did not move immediately. He stayed poised above Amelia, his arms braced on either side of her head, simply taking her in. his jaw tightened, his throat working as he swallowed hard. “Amelia,” he said aga

Chapter 73: Mmmm

Luz’s breath came in ragged, heavy bursts as he moved between her thighs, his body a sold, burning weight against Amelia. The heat radiating from him was intense, a feverish warmth that seemed to seep into her very bones. His hands were everywhere– on her waist, on her thighs, pulling her closer as if he could merge their bodies into one. He paused for a single moment, his forehead resting against hers, both of them gasping for air. His eyes searching hers, the amber glowing like embers in the dark, and for the first time in years, they were clear– no crimson, no shadow, just the man who had loved her before the world broke. “Amelia, I love you. O never stopped,” he whispered, his voice cracking with an emotion he could not name.“I love you too,” Amelia murmured, her hands moving to the hem of Luz’s shirt. His hands came up to meet hers, his fingers catching the hem of the light fabric. he did not wait for her to pull it off; h

Chapter 74: The Only One

“I am the only one,” Amelia repeated her hips grinding against Luz, so his hardness rubbed against her thigh. His amber eyes blew wide, the friction of her thighs against him sent a violent jolt straight through his spine, and he let out a sound that was half-growl, half-sob. “Amelia,” he choked out, his fingers digging into the mattress beside her head. “You have no idea what you are doing to me.” He could not hold back anymore. He surged forward, his body pressing into hers with a sudden, heavy urgency. His hands slid down her sides finding the curve of her waist and pulling her up to meet him, his hips rolling against hers in a slow, agonizingly perfect rhythm.Every point of contact– the heat of Amelia’s skin, the scent of her hair, the way she moved against Luz– was a strike against his remaining willpower. “I know exactly what I am doing,” she said seductively. “I want you.” His head fell back

Chapter 75: Steamy

Luz pulled Amelia closer, his arms wrapping around her as if he could shield her from the very world, he was a part of. His fingers brushed against the greyed white ribbon on his wrist. “But we can’t,” he murmured into her red hair. “Mestre Escuro… he is not patient. And I have things have to do. Things I have to finish.” He opened his eyes, and for a moment, the amber flickered– just once– before settling back into a steady, warm glow. He kissed her temple, a lingering, aching touch. “I know,” she said understandingly. “But one day maybe, right?” he did not answer immediately. He just held her, his chin resting on top of her head, his breathing finally levelling out into something steady and calm.The room was quiet, the only sound that occasional crackle of the dying fire and the distant, muffled echoes of the Corrompido army outside. “One day,” Luz finally said. He said it like a promise,

Chapter 76: Too Hot

A decorative tapestry hangs on the far wall. Its heraldic design suggests the bath chamber might have belonged to a wealthy merchant, or noble family. The tapestry also helps insulate the room by covering the cold stone surface. “There,” Luz said, turning to face Amelia. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and looked at her, his amber eyes softening. “Thank you very much,” she praised with a genuine smile and pocked up one of the buckets with cold water standing against the wall and poured it into the tub. She used a wooden spoon to mix the water in tub. He leaned against the stone wall, watching her work. The way she moved– so domestic, so normal– was almost painful to witness.It was a world Luz had forgotten how to live in, yet here Amelia was, rebuilding it with wooden spoons and buckets of cold water. “You are very efficient,” he remarked, his voice low and warm. He stepped closer, reaching out to take the wooden spo

Chapter 77: Even

Luz moved around the tub, kneeling in front of Amelia so he could look directly into her green eyes. The steam curled between them, softening his features, but the hardness in his jaw remained. “No one touches you,” he said, each word measured and final. “Not while I am breathing.” He reached out, his large hands framing her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the steel in his voice. “I know,” she said with a steady look. “So, we are even. I treat you like a person and you do the same for me.” Her hand moved to his chest. “Now will you join me in this tub already? There is plenty of space.”Luz let out a short, huffed breath– something close to a laugh, though his expression remained soft. He looked down at Amelia’s hand resting against his chest, his heart eating steady and strong beneath her palm. “Even,” he repeated, the word tasting

Chapter 78: Ancient Symbols

Mestre Escuro stood on one of the watchtowers near the burned and collapsed cathedral. He looked out at the city below, the smoke still lingering in the air. As the sun set, the lights coming from some of the houses and the embers from burned down houses became clearer to see. His gaze was distant and unfocused, as he recalls the past.“You must be Escuro,” Estela Astuta said cheerfully. “It is very nice to meet you.” She shook his hand. Escuro smiled shyly at her cheerful tone and shook her hand. “Thank you, I am glad to be here,” he said with equal friendliness. “I look forward to working with you.” She pulled her hand back, her hazel green eyes bright with excitement as she gestured toward the crumbling stone pillars surrounding them. Vines snaked around the weathered masonry, and the air smelled of damp earth and old dust. “I have already made some progress with the eastern corridor,” she said, stepping close

Chapter 79: Flow Water

The humidity inside the cave was thick, pressing against their skin like a warm blanket. Estrela led the way, holding a flickering lantern aloft. The light danced off the damp walls, revealing slick surfaces and jagged formations that dripped with slow, rhythmic water. “The river is deeper than I expected,” she said, her voice echoing slightly off the low ceiling. She stepped carefully over a cluster of smooth stones, her boots squelching in the shallow water that pooled around their ankles. “But the markings her– the match the ones in the northern corridor perfectly.” She paused, holding the lantern high to illuminate a series of carvings etched into the cave wall just above the waterline. They were fresher than the ones in the ruins, almost as if they had been maintained. “Escuro, look,” she whispered, beckoning him closer. The carvings showed an image of the river flowing into the cave. The lines were detailed and artistic. There was

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