“Surrender,” he whispered as he kissed up her neck. He could take her in this field among the asphodel, but as he met her gaze, she offered the faintest smile. “No,” she said in the headiest whisper. Then she was gone again, and he groaned in frustration as he followed, determined that wherever she ended up would be the place he took her—he didn’t care who watched. He could not maintain this any longer, and then he appeared before her as she sat on his throne, and he almost knelt at her feet. She was a fucking dream. “My queen,” he said and took a step toward her. “Halt!” He had not expected
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