“Yes,” Ilyas growled, fingers never leaving my face.
“But I can’t. You have already exacted that revenge, even if he deserved far worse than what he was given.”
“We can either choose to dwell on the way your body was violated and disfigured by his hand—” Ilyas continued.
“Or we can worship the warrior it’s turned you into.”
“Our queen,” Ilyas finished softly.
My breath stuttered in my chest, gaze flying wildly from one man to the other. Resolve and acceptance were written in their harsh gazes.
“You truly mean that, don’t you?” I asked.
Both men huffed twin laughs, Lex’s calloused hands caressing my skin again as my thighs slowly fell open of their own accord.
“Of course,ayaba. And if anyone made you feel differently, including the d’Aelius heir, we will correct their . . . misgivings ourselves.” The dark promise in Ilyas’ voice made me shiver with returning arousal.
“No,” I whispered shakily. “Peytor has always worshipped me for who I am.”
A pang of sadness ripped through unexpectedly at the thought of Peytor, at the idea that he should be here with us.
“Eventually, Folami. He’ll be with us eventually,” Lex whispered with a small half-smile.
“If you’re thinking of other men while we’re in the room, perhaps we’re not doing our best at pleasuring you. Hmm?” Ilyas teased, eyes sparkling with mirth but holding a silent question.
The energy in the air shifted with a quick nod of my head.
“Wonderful,” Ilyas purred, gently pushing Lex away from my thighs. “Now it is my turn,ayaba.”
Chapter Forty-Three
Ilyas
Ishowed Folami nothing but lust and desire as I knelt between her legs, gaze focused on the offering lying so willingly open for me.
So exposed.
Somine.
Internally, it was another battle entirely.
My soul positively raged at the abuse she suffered at the hands of another who was only ever supposed to cherish her, support her.
How long had she suffered? How many agonizing nights was she forced to endure his strikes of both palm and blade? How many times was she forced to carry and abort his spawn?
I ached to exact revenge on those who hurt myayaba, but none were left alive to feel my wrath.
Instead, I needed to channel all of my rage into devotion for the brave woman beneath me who defeated her own demons, clawed out of darkness, who now choseus.
She was a vision, a goddess, a warrior, aqueen,and I would worship her as such.
My palms gripped her inner thighs, her ebony skin two shades darker than my own, and her muscles tensed beneath my hands.
“Relax,” I rumbled, stroking her flesh with my thumbs. “I promise never to hurt you, never to do anything you do not desire.”
Her legs shook in my grasp but relaxed infinitesimally.
“Good,” I said, lowering my nose so it was pressed against her clit. Folamijolted slightly as my warm breath fanned across her swollen cunt, Lex’s cum oozing out and falling to the sheets below.
