“Fuck,” Merrick swore as her pussy swallowed him, sucking him so deep he knew he’d always feel it in his soul.
Lessia’s hand moved to his face as he stilled for a moment, just taking in how perfectly they fit together, and he focused his gaze on her golden one as she replied, her voice steady, “Thankyou, Merrick. Thank you for leading me out of the dark. Thank you for being my friend when I needed it, my lover when I wanted it, and my everything when I chose it. I am the one who is honored to be your wife and to call you my husband.”
He could fucking die again when her pussy emphasized her words, coating him with more wetness and softness and so much heat it shot through him like lightning.
Lessia’s hand remained on his face as he began moving again, slowly and deliberately sliding in and out of her, keeping his eyes on her face, watching every emotion and sense cross her features.
Her breasts pressed against his chest, and he moved his hand from her hip to run across her hard nipples, his mouth catching every moan and cry leaving her.
It was as if there were too many emotions within him—all the love he had for her rushing through his body, driving them both to the brink of crazy. He felt as if he could cry and laugh and scream at the same time, everything in him wanting to love and protect and care for this female more than anything in the world.
Merrick’s nerves lit on fucking fire when she lifted her hips, allowing him to slide that final bit into her as her walls clamped down around him, and he growled, “I’m going to love you forever if you let me,” as he started thrusting harder—deeper.
Her fingers wove into his hair as she nodded. “And I you.”
Her pussy contracted as he groaned, pushing up into her again and again, and he knew she’d come undone soon.
So would he. Merrick growled as he pressed both his hands into the mattress beside her head, looking down as he drove into her, watching his cock slick with her wetness slide in and out of her perfect fucking pussy.
Her eyes followed, and he saw damned stars when she whimpered at the sight, her walls strangling his cock, making him work even harder to thrust into her, his name tumbling from her lips as she came apart.
Heat filled his gut, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, and Merrick growled again as he pounded fiercely into her. Again and again until that heat made his blood rush and he spilled deep inside, her eyes keeping his until he could breathe again, until he could see just one Lessia lying beneath him—happy and content.
Gently shifting off her, he pulled her to him, nestling his face into her damp neck. Turning toward him, Lessia kept her arms loosely around his neck, her eyes dartingbetween his own, and something surged in his gut when her face twisted with a serious expression.
“What is it?” he asked, fear tensing his muscles so much that Lessia’s eyes dipped to his stomach before coming back up.
“Do you think people will start calling me Mrs. Death Whisperer?”
He stared at her for a moment, and while he realized she was serious—that it genuinely was a worry of hers, and that the cute wrinkle between her brows deepened with every silent second—Merrick threw his head back and laughed like he’d never laughed before.
Chapter 25
Frelina
Frelina watched the red-haired Fae warrior stalk around her in the training ring, but it wasn’t his curved blades reflecting the white sail above them that had her stomach surge.
Something was different about Raine. Sure, he’d saved her when those idiots had decided to question Loche and Iviry, and he had said some things that made her heart leap. But it had been in the heat of the moment, just like that moment they’d shared during the last battle.
Still, when he’d come to her room this morning, there had been something about him…
There was a fire in his hazel eyes—and not one that came from the sun blistering above them. There was a change in his gait, an almost purposeful shift of how his feet moved, and when he’d touched her…
The way he’d placed a hand on her lower back to help her up the stairs… it had raised the hairs on her entire body, and not in an unpleasant way. Frelina shivered despite the warmth beating down on them—the indication that they were coming closer to the border of Vastala—which had forced her to remove her jacket and let her pale skin shine as bright as the sword she held in her hands. As if he noticed, Raine’s grin stretched.
“Scared, sunshine?” Raine teased as he circled her, spinning his blades in his hands.
She rolled her eyes. “As if I’d be scared of you.”
I’ve seen you at your worst, Raine,she added silently when he continued grinning.Nothing you do would ever scare me.
While her tone had been playful, his smile wavered for a second, and it was enough for a knot of worry to form in her gut, and Frelina was just about to apologize when his smile snapped back into place.
I know you have,he responded softly.And I’m so grateful for it.
For some reason, it became difficult to continue holding his gaze, and while she tried to blame the heat spreading across her cheeks on the sun, the soft chuckle Raine sent through her mind told her she was fooling no one.
“Are you ever going to start? Our enemies aren’t going to dance around, showing off their skills by spinning their swords, you know.” Frecco’s playful quip broke the sharp tension radiating between her and Raine, and Frelina laughed when Raine’s eyes darkened and the Fae hissed at the blond soldier.
