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That's it, grind yourself against my face. I don't need air when I can simply breathe you in.

"You are going to come on my mouth," he says against me, "then twice again when I'm inside you."

"Not when it comes to you." He takes my hand and laces his fingers between my own. "I would've given up more if that's what it took to get you back. I would follow you to the ends of the earth —into the very afterlife if I had to. Do you understand?" His eyes search mine. "This palace, my power, my people—it all comes second to us."

"You will not leave me," I tell her. "I forbid it."
The girl who entered my mind and woke my magic. Who saved my life and owns my entire godsdamned soul. She cannot leave me alone in this world.

His magic leaves him then, tugging my horse as close to his as he can get it. He places his hand on me and murmurs, "Make her skin impenetrable. Protect her body from all harm."
“You don't need to add another ward, I tell him. You've already placed a dozen or so on me.”

“Such a good wife, he praises. So good. So obedient—“
"You're about to get a foot in your face.' He laughs against me.
“Fine, he concedes, rarely obedient. Highly vicious.”

Deliberately, Memnon lowers himself to his knees, then presses a kiss to my lower belly. "The only one I bow to is you."

"This is yours. All this is yours," he says.
I turn back to Memnon, and his eyes shine a little too brightly as he watches me.
"I will conquer the world," he vows, echoing his long-ago words to me, "just to lay it all at your feet."

"I swear the stars look different since you've been by my side," Memnon says.
"Different how?" I ask, bumping his shoulder playfully.
He bumps me back. "Less lonely. And far more beautiful."
"Is that right?" I say.
He turns to me. "Everything is more beautiful since I found you—the sky, the grass, horseshit, all of it."

“All will be well, little witch”, he says, adoration tinging his words. “I am right here with you. Always with you.”

"So beautiful," he murmurs, his gaze moving languidly over my face. "So godsdamned beautiful." He strokes my cheek.
"It wouldn't have mattered what form you came in, as my heart has always been yours, but still, you are perfect."

"I cannot believe you are here in my arms." He smiles again, it lights up his entire face, crinkling the skin around his eyes and softening that scar he wears. "I am sure I am the happiest man who's ever lived."
His eyes search mine and carefully, so carefully, he brushes back the strands of hair that have slipped free from my braided updo. "My wife. My Roxilana."

I kneel before him and reach for his face, only pausing a finger span away. "Can I touch you?"
He makes an amused sound. "I rode for two months so that I might feel your em-brace." His eyes dance like fire. "Of course you can touch me."

Memnon's grip on me tightens a little.
"It is a wonder, finally having you in my arms," he breathes against my ear. "Do you feel how perfect we fit against each other?" he says. "You were made to be here."

"I have crossed rivers and kingdoms, I have fought armies and bandits to be here before you. For you are mine and I am yours, and those are my soul's deepest truths."
He reaches out, his palm extended in invitation. "Be mine before all the gods and live out your life as my queen and the ruler of my people.”

"Hello, my amage," he says in Sarmatian, the sound drawing out goose bumps. When he speaks to me, the roughness in his voice gentles. "My eyes have waited years to see you." His gaze deepens. "But it was worth the wait."

“I have waited years to hear these words from you and to tell you how I truly feel.”
“How do you truly feel?” I ask timidly.
“Like I could conquer the world just to lay it all at your feet.” His voice turns serious. “Roxi, you are my first and last thought each day. I have longed for you more than I care to admit.”

“I had a bad day, and I wanted to hear your voice.”
I sense devotion and another sweeter, deeper emotion from him, one I've also refused to name.
“I wish I could give you more than my voice.”
Memnon hesitates, then continues. “I wish I could be there and hold you in my arms until all your pain and sadness were gone.”

I wish it so strongly, my heart aches from it. I envy the sun that gets to touch your skin. And the bread that gets to kiss your lips. I envy the air that shares space with you and the ground that gets to hold you.
And my only fear when it comes to teaching you my language is that you might learn my secrets before I'm ready to share them.

"Ride my face," he demands, digging his fingers into my thighs and pushing me forward.
And well, who am I to argue?
So I let him move me until my pussy is hovering above his mouth, his hot breath cascading over my center.
He grips my ass in his hands and then smacks one side hard enough to sting.
A sharp jab of arousal slices me in half before settling between my legs.
"Sit on my face, baby. Suffocate me."

"I can see that. Is this your new girl?"
He smirks, and I expect him to say no, because how bad would it look for him to be seen with me when he and Aria were the it couple, and very media friendly, for the past year? But he surprises me by wrapping his arm around my waist and tugging me into his side, pressing a kiss to my temple.
"She's the only girl."

"I am serious." My hands move to her hips, and I lean into her, whispering in her ear. "Now be a good girl and let me eat."

"She can come in whenever she wants, Jessica. In fact, anytime you see her face, assume I need the rest of the day to myself. I expect you to clear my schedule, treat her like she owns you, and get her anything her heart desires. Do you understand?"

I love her.
It's fast, but I don't give a fuck. In this life especially, you never know when your time is up, and I'm not willing to waste another second without her. Sometimes things happen beyond explanation, beyond what we believe to be realistic. The universe doesn't give a fuck about any of that.
Laughing, I press my palms to my eyes. I sound like Venesa with her woo-woo shit.

I'm fucking gone while I watch her.
The world could light itself on fire be-
hind us, and I don't think I'd care.

She reaches into her cleavage, and my eyes follow the movement, wishing I could be those hands. Touch her skin. Cup her tits and feel the weight of them in my palm.
When she steps into me and puts the blade up to my jugular, a laugh pours out of my throat.
She's fucking wild. And I'm not 100 percent sure she won't actually kill me.
"Take off your shoes, or I'll slit your throat," she threatens in a joking tone.

It's the same solution every time: I offer a new trinket for her to add to her collection of gizmos and gadgets, and she melts.

You can't ever count on a man, but you can always count on the poison that will kill him...or whatever that saying is.

"I didn't fall in love with a version of you, Elle," he says. "I fell in love with every you."

"Thank you."
I turn to face him. "What are you doing?" I ask, my question turning into a yawn.
He just looks at me, like it's the most natural thing in the world. "I'm thanking the universe that we got to be here, at the same time."