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March 31 - April 3, 2024
You are not your kingdom, Deya.
“Pain manifests in strange ways,
“We may be out of Ironbalt, but you and I are both far from being free of what imprisons us.”
“Are you kidding?” she laughed. “This is the best training you’ve given me all week.”
“Revenge is always a heavy motivator,” he said, and nodded to her. “We will make Praiton pay.”
“Fine,” she said coolly. “We won’t talk about it . . . even though you nearly gave me frostbite.”
“Why,” he snarled with a tone of tortured frustration that made the words die in her throat, “does it have to be you?”
He pulled her hands away from her body, shaking his head. “Don’t you fucking dare. Have you not learned yet that you don’t have to hide from me?” he murmured,
She was so desperate to have him, to feel him fill her, that her legs hooked around his waist, driving him all the way into her. The moan they both let out was instantaneous.
the rare opportunity to gaze as long as he wanted at this Praitonian girl and every small, beautiful feature that he’d tried to ignore. But there he was, throwing it all away just for the chance to look at her . . . to touch her.
“I did. But I think it was because I always saw a bit of myself in you. It was strange. I hated how you would look at me sometimes. It was always like you . . .” “Understood?”
Caelum froze, his eyes taking her in greedily. Gods, he had never been more conflicted in his life. Here they were, on the cusp of starting a war on a whole kingdom, and all he wanted was to fuck this girl silly until he couldn’t think anymore.
Glaring at her, he turned away before he did what he wanted to do, which was seize her by the throat, push her back into that cave, and teach her a lesson for constantly trying to goad him.
In fact, he was pretty sure he had the softest, doughiest, most pathetic expression on his face when looking at her.