Page 472 - Fourth Wing

me, through me. Andarna’s golden light is there, too, but it’s softened from

having been drained yesterday, and high above me swirl the inky-black
shadows I know represent the connection to Xaden.

“Problems?” Xaden asks, as if he feels my inquiry. “And what are you

doing so far away?”
“Training with Carr.” My cheeks heat at the sound of his low voice.

“And how do you know how far away I am anyway?”

“Get stronger in wielding, and you’ll be able to do it, too. There’s
nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.” The

promise should be a threat, but it’s not. It’s too damned comforting for that.

“Right now, I’d settle for wielding some lightning. Carr is staring at me,
and it’s about to get really fucking awkward if I can’t figure out how—”

Images of…me flood my mind. It’s last night, except I’m somehow
seeing it through Xaden’s eyes, feeling the unmistakable burn of insatiable

desire. My control slips—no, it’s Xaden’s control slipping as I moan

beneath him, my hips riding his hand, my nails biting into his skin with a
pain that borders on pleasure as I writhe. Gods, I need—no—he needs me.

His hunger walks the line of starvation to know my touch, my taste, the feel
of—

Power floods my entire system, crackling along my skin, and light flashes

behind my closed eyes.
The images stop, and my feelings are once again my own.

And fuck if I’m not so turned on that I have to shift my weight to ease the

ache between my thighs.
“Good job!” Professor Carr nods, jotting something down.

“I can’t believe you just did that.”

“You’re welcome.”
My cheeks are flaming hot as I lift the backs of my hands to my skin.

“See, I told you.” Carr lifts the notebook. “The last lightning wielder said
it made them overheat. Now do it again.”