Page 512 - Fourth Wing

“I love you.” The words are so incredibly freeing, even if he doesn’t say

them back.
His eyes flare and his control snaps as he pounds into me, and that coiled

pleasure explodes as my powers whip out again, cracking through the room,

shattering like glass as he throws his weight to the side, bringing me with
him as he drives toward his own release, groaning into the side of my neck

as the last waves of my orgasm leave me shuddering against him.

Long minutes pass before our breathing steadies, and a light breeze kisses
my thigh that’s thrown over his. “You’re all right?” he asks, brushing my

hair back from my face.

“I’m great. You’re great. That was…”
“Great?” he supplies.

“Exactly.”
“I was going to use the word ‘explosive,’ but I think ‘great’ covers it.”

His fingers tangle in my hair. “I fucking love your hair. If you ever want to

bring me to my knees or win an argument, just let it down. I’ll get the
point.”

I grin as the breeze rustles through the brown-to-silver strands.
Wait. There shouldn’t be a breeze.

My stomach drops as I push myself up on an elbow to look over Xaden’s

shoulder. “Oh no, no, no.” My hand covers my mouth as I glimpse the
destruction. “I’m pretty sure I blew your window out.”

“Unless there’s someone else throwing lightning around, then yeah, that

was you. See what I mean? Explosive.” He laughs.
I gasp. That’s why he threw himself sideways, to shield me from my own

wreckage. “I’m so sorry.” I scan over the damage, but there’s only sand on

the bed. “I’m going to have to get that under control.”
“I threw up a shield. Don’t worry about it.” He pulls me back in for a

kiss.
“What are we going to do?” Repairing a window is on a whole different