Fourth Wing

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.

“Killing you wouldn’t be any trouble, Violence. It’s leaving you alive that seems to cause the majority of my trouble.”

“Stop being so fucking honorable and fuck me, Xaden.”

He’s the worst kind of addiction, dangerous and impossible to sate.

“You walk into a room, and I can’t look away. I get anywhere near you, and this is what happens. Instantly hard. Fucking hell, I can barely think when you’re around.”

“Because I only want you, Xaden.”

In this moment, Xaden Riorson is mine.

“Fuck, that stubborn, feisty look always makes me want to kiss you.”

“I know how to handle you on top of me,” I challenge quietly.

Xaden Riorson is now in the business of keeping his mortal enemy alive.