"Now, listen carefully because I'm only saying this once." Banu leans in conspiratorially. "There are hot springs in theforest, about a quarter mile northwest of here. Follow the path past the silver birch grove, then listen for running water. You'll find a clearing with natural pools heated by underground springs."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because the palace walls have ears, opinions about decorum, and an annoying tendency to interrupt at crucial moments." She rolls her eyes. "The springs are private. Secluded. And the water has certain... properties that enhance physical sensations. Every touch, every stroke, every thrust—" she grins wickedly, "—magnified."
The image her words conjure makes me whimper. I can already imagine the water lapping at my skin while Kaan takes me apart, the heat intensifying every sensation until I can't tell where pleasure ends and I begin.
"And one more thing," Banu adds, her voice turning serious for just a moment. "You deserve this. Deserve to feel good, to forget the horrors waiting back home, even if just for a few hours. So go. Let yourself have this."
She shoves me gently back toward the corridor. "Now hurry before that mate of yours starts destroying priceless Fae antiquities. He getssotesty when he's denied."
I stumble toward the eastern gardens, every brush of fabric against my skin making me bite back moans. The fairy dust has turned my entire body into one exposed nerve, desperate and aching.
I find Kaan exactly where Banu said—standing beside an absolutely obscene fountain featuring sprites in positions that would make a brothel madam blush. He turns as I approach, and whatever he sees in my expression makes his eyes go pure midnight.
"Nesilhan—"
I don't let him finish. I grab his hand and pull, already moving toward the forest exit.
"Hot springs," I manage, my voice rough with need. "Northwest. Now."
His nostrils flare as he scents my arousal, and a dark smile curves his lips. "Did she?—"
"Don't ask. Don't talk. Just—" I can barely form words through the desperate ache between my thighs. "Please."
His shadows wrap around us both, and then we're moving faster than any human could manage, the forest blurring past as he carries us toward the springs.
"There," I gasp, hearing the sound of running water.
The clearing is perfect—a natural pool fed by a small waterfall, steam rising from the surface in delicate curls. Moonlight filters through the canopy, painting everything in silver and shadow. The water glows with a faint bioluminescence, casting dancing lights across the surrounding stones.
"Banu is getting a very expensive gift when we return," Kaan murmurs, already working at the laces of my dress with deft fingers.
"Banu is never allowed to dust me again," I counter, but my hands are equally busy with his clothes, desperate to feel skin against skin.
He laughs darkly against my throat. "Liar. You love what it does to you."
The dress pools at my feet, undergarments following quickly after. Kaan's clothes join them, and then we're stumbling toward the water, mouths fused together, hands everywhere at once.
The water is perfect—hot enough to loosen muscles but not uncomfortably so. And Banu was right about the properties. The moment it touches my skin, every sensation intensifies tenfold.Kaan's hands on my waist feel like brands, his mouth on mine like lightning striking my core.
"Come here," he commands, pulling me into the deeper water until I'm straddling his lap, the heated pool lapping at my breasts.
I can feel him, hard and thick beneath me, and the fairy dust makes even that glancing contact overwhelming. I grind down instinctively, desperate for friction, and he groans. His cock expand, digging into my heat, I’m desperate to have him inside me.
"Fuck, you're dripping already," he growls, one hand sliding between my thighs to feel the evidence. "My needy little empress. The dust barely touched you and you're soaked, aren't you?"
"Kaan, please?—"
"Please what?" His fingers tease through my folds, circling but never quite touching where I need him. "Use your words, hatun. Tell me what you want from your husband."
"I want you inside me?—"
"Where?" He slides two fingers into me without warning, and I cry out, arching my head back. His lips find my nipples, biting it gently. "Here? Or—" he withdraws them, trailing wetness higher, "—somewhere else? Should I fuck this tight little ass while the fae from the palace listen?"
The crude words send heat flooding through me. "Gods—yes—anything?—"
"Greedy thing." But he positions himself at my entrance, letting me feel how hard he is, how much he wants this. "You know what I'm going to do to you? I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk. Until your pussy is so full of my cum it drips down your thighs. Until every Fae in this realm knows exactly who you belong to."
