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“If you put her in a cell,” Dacre snarled, his voice thick with something dark and dangerous. “If any of you lay a single finger on her, I will burn this city to the ground.”
“When shadow swallows the golden throne, and rivers run dry where magic has flown. The cursed shall rise with fate-bound hands, a tethered soul to shifting sands.”
“Born of ruin, blood, and war, bound to take yet cursed to mourn. The tideborn’s gift, bound in chain, to break the bond or bind again.”
“The rest of the kingdom will fall to their knees before you, Verena.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss just below my belly button before he stared up at me. “But please allow me to be the first.” Another kiss, this time on my right hip bone. “Allow me to show you how you should be worshipped.” The next kiss was on my left hip bone, and my hips surged forward, desperate for more. “Allow me to show you where I will gladly spend the rest of my days if you let me.”
“Take anything you want, love.” One of his hands snaked around my hip until it pressed against my lower stomach. “Take from me until I have nothing left to give. I am devoted to you. Everything I have is yours to take.”
“I am drowning in my want for you, and there is no room inside me for fear. Take from me, touch me. Feed your body with what yearns for you. I would ruin every part of me to give to you.”
“I am yours, and you are mine. There is nothing beyond that. No fear between the two of us.”
“I have never feared you, Verena. And I never will.” His voice was rough, steady, a vow carved from stone. “You are mine.” His grip on me tightened. “And I will not let you go another second thinking you are anything different.”
“I love you,” he murmured, the words slipping from his lips like a promise. “I don’t care about the prophecy. I don’t care about the kingdom.” He pulled back just enough to cup my face, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You are all that matters.”
“I told you to ride me,” Dacre growled against my flesh. “That means my face too, love.”
“You’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you?” he asked, and I nodded my head, even though I had no idea what he was asking. “That’s right. Be a good wife and come again for me. Come on your husband’s cock with this pretty pussy.”
“You are mine," he whispered against my lips, his hands shaking where they held me. “I’m yours,” I murmured. "And you are mine.”
"In this life and every life after."
"Let me remind you that you are more than this crown. More than what they expect you to be. That you are still mine."
“I should have known,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her skin, “that even as my queen, you would still be a little traitor.”
