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Furies save him, his mind went right back to the moment he’d had her against the tree in the Bloodwoods, plunging his cock into her while she cried out his name, each stroke more intoxicating than the last.
‘You have no idea how much I want you. How I burn for you. You lit an inferno within me and it won’t stop. I can’t stop —’
‘I knew you’d be my ruin,’ Wilder muttered against her lips, his voice thick with lust as he enveloped her with his powerful frame.
‘Spread your legs, Princess.’
‘You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. There’s no coming back from you, no end to this wanting…’
‘I have dreamt of this every night, Thea…’ he breathed, his throat bobbing. ‘Every. Fucking. Night. There is no counting the ways I want you.’
His silver gaze met hers, clouded with lust. ‘Come for me, Thea.’
‘I knew you’d be my ruin, too,’ Thea whispered.
Wilder shifted, his face completely serious as he said, ‘Shall I kill him for you?’
Wilder Hawthorne had never begged for anything in his life, but for her… For her he would beg. He needed her not to disappear into herself. He needed… her.
‘Lay a hand on her, and you’ll die a slow, painful death.’
Room. Singular.
There was only one bed.
‘Look at me,’ he commanded softly, his hand closing gently around her throat and lifting her gaze to meet his in the mirror. ‘I want you to look at me as you come undone.’
Thea was a Princess of Delmira. And he was so deeply in love with her it might just consume him.
‘By now everyone’s heard of the pretty Guardian from Thezmarr who took down a dozen mercenaries in a storehouse.’
‘Can I fuck you now?’ he murmured into the shell of her ear.
‘Use your words, Princess,’ he said. ‘What do you want?’
For as long as she’d have him, Althea Zoltaire was his. And he no longer cared who knew it.
‘Because I fucking love you,’ he said.
‘But it’s more than that, Thea. To love you… is to be free.’
‘Not any woman. There is only one. There has only ever been one.’
‘Fuck everything else. Nothing else exists but us in this moment, Thea,’ he said. ‘And I mean to have you now, here in this spring. For as long as I can.’
‘Spread your legs for me, Thea…’
‘Gods, I love you,’ he murmured desperately into the damp crook of her neck, strumming her mercilessly. ‘This thing between us is endless. Nothing will stop me loving you.’
‘Let go. Stop trying to control it. You are the storm. What does your lightning and thunder tell you?’
‘I am the storm,’
