My heart was filled with love. “Of course, I will.”
He grinned and his armor came off, along with his boots as I tore his shirt over his head, sliding my hands down the expanse of his chest and abs, feeling the way his muscles contracted and tightened.
“Good,” he said, his hand sliding up my torso, cupping my breast.
“What was the other thing?” I asked.
He bent down to suck my nipple into his mouth, one hand lowering to the waistband of my pants. I reached down to his hips, and in seconds, we were both naked.
“This,” he said, kissing his way down my breasts and stomach, until he pressed a kiss between my legs, then lowered his face, licking me from bottom to top. “Do you still want to marry me?”
His mouth closed on the bundle of nerves, his tongue flicking against it.
“Yes,” I said, biting my lip before I cried out.
He hummed against me, the sensation making me buck.
“Was that a yes tothis,” he sucked on me again, his tongue lapping. “Or, yes to marrying me?”
“Both,” I cried out. “Yes.”
He laughed. “We can do both ceremonies together. Declare what we are to everyone.”
“I want that,” I said, breathless. Then he growled, unleashing himself on me, sucking and licking and kissing, until I was writhing under him, sweat breaking out across my body. I cried out, my orgasm rushing out through my fingers and toes.
“One last thing,” he said, crawling back over me, his lips on mine, tongue diving in so I could taste myself.
“You know, since you abdicated the Seat of Power, you’ve become very demanding,” I said.
He gripped his cock, rubbing the head between my folds. “You bring it out in me. Make me want things. Make me feel like I can have them.”
“Well then, state your demand,” I said, my hips moving against him. “And I shall take it under advisement.”
“Marry me here,” he said, his voice low. “In Glemaria. In the mountains. I want to—I want to start our new life together in the place where it ended for Auriel and Asherah.”
“Start again,” I said.
He bit his lip, too overcome with emotion, and nodded.
I reached down between us, and pulled him inside of me. “Yes. Yes. To all of it. To you.”
He started to thrust, slow and gentle. “Once everything’s settled here,” he moaned, “when Glemaria is stable, we’ll do whatever we have to do next.” He placed his hand under my head. “Fight Aemon and Morgana,” he hissed. “Fight the Emperor. And go back to Bamaria. We’re going to take it back for you. Free it from Kormac.”
I rolled my hips, my heels pushing into the mattress to get more friction. “And defeat Arianna.”
“Yes,” he said.
And when the time is right, you will strike and have your revenge. And then you will retake the throne of Bamaria.
Rhyan was panting, thrusting deeper inside me.
“Bamaria will be yours. I swear to you, I will lay it at your feet as your Arkturion, as your husband?—”
I grinned, my heart thrumming and expanding, heat rising between my legs.
“I will personally melt down Arianna’s Laurel of the Arkasva to make you your own.”
I shook my head. “No. I have another request.” And then I flipped us over, Rhyan landing on his back, as I sank down on his length.
