A Simple Truth (The Freckled Fate #2)

by Tetyana Walker

“A stupid phrase a day brings more death threats your way,”

Here, amidst the lifeless desert, the midnight sky and the silver moon, amidst the infinite red dunes now laid a clear fact. One that I could no longer deny, that I no longer wanted to deny. A simple truth. I was in love with Finnleah. Deeply, wholeheartedly, entirely.

She left. My mind choked on the agony. She. Left. Me. She left. My eyes narrowed at the burning candles, at the food and the wine. Without hesitation, I incinerated it all, marching away from the ashes, down to the camp, where everyone celebrated while my soul slowly died.

Oh this hurts

“Why?! Are you truly too damn blind to see why?!” I tried to keep my voice cool, yet it was pointless; my eyes met hers as her brows furrowed with scorching silence. I let out a painful scoff. “Fine… if you truly want to know why, then I will tell you why.” My heart raced, or perhaps it stopped beating all together, I wasn’t sure, as the words poured out of me between ragged breaths. “Because I fucking love you, Finnleah! Because my whole soul trembles in your presence, my heart bleeds when you are away, and air burns like acid when you are not close. Because there isn’t a price I wouldn’t pay for you. I’d start a million more wars for you. I’d burn this whole fucking world down if it meant you’d be near.” My hands were shaking as I ran them through my hair. “Do you think I planned any of this?” I took a step away from her, unable to bear the pain of her silence. “The moment I learned I wielded raw fire I spent my life looking for the woman who was supposed to rule with me, who would be my companion, my wife. Year after year, I had longed for her, dreamed of her, hoped that soon she’d find me, and I’d find her. Years, Finnleah, I spent years. And then I had given up. I had mourned the life I dreamed of, and I’d moved on. I’d long accepted the idea of never finding her, of being forever alone.” I rubbed my face with both of my hands, letting out a heavy sigh as my voice calmed. “Do you think that when I saw a half-feral slave that day in Inadios’ manor I had any clue…that I...

GOD this is one of the longest declarations of love, and I loved every minute, get it gilly.

His balls stroked my swollen clit as he held my hips tight against his, pounding me from behind.

Wait something is upside down here LOL

“Thanks for what?” he managed to say between pecks as he kissed my legs, not willing to let go. “For this,” I replied pointing with my chin at his ripped piece of cloak in his hand. “You speak as if it’s a favor.” “Is it not?” I managed to reply, as air caught in my lungs once more when he kissed me there, my hands running through his ruffled hair. But he paused, raising his eyes up to mine. “No, it’s a fucking privilege and honor,” he answered, looking practically insulted at my words.

Yes, this is the yearning and adoration we need in life.