Savine slid his tongue up to her clit. Licking and caressing, he sunk two fingers into her and him pumping in and out of her while she sucked his cock was enough to send her over the edge.
He felt her inner muscles clench on him, and she let out a moan on his cock. The sound reverberated around his erection, and he lost all control. He came into her mouth as she rode the pleasure of her own orgasm. She swallowed him down as he continued to devour her through her climax.
Finally, Savine helped rotate Avery and nestled her into his arms.
“Oh, my flower, I am never letting you go again,” Savine muttered as he caressed Avery’s ear and jaw.
“Can we stay here forever? Forget about Jasper, Rylo, and all the drama waiting for us?” Avery nestled herself deeper beside him, pulling her leg across his as she followed the patterns on Savine’s chest. His whorls had slowed in a sated rhythm.
“If only. Once we are out of here. Once we find a way to dispatch Jasper, we will make love for days on end without interruption. As true soulmates, I promise.”
Avery nodded, and Savine knew she doubted something. He prayed it wasn’t their bond.
“I’m afraid that we won’t get that happy ending,” Avery admitted as her soft brown eyes met his. So close, he thought they would melt into one another and cease having a separate body. The pull to be enmeshed with her was always there, always below the surface of his consciousness.
He’d been a fool to not see it sooner.
Avery’s hand languidly stroked his beard.
“When I’m with you, I feel like I’m home. Even when we said we were just friends. I knew something bigger was coming between us. Like everything in my life was leading me to this moment—to being with you and realizing you’re mine. You’re the one made for me. I don’t want to let that go, and I’m afraid of what will happen if I fail and never experience the depth of our connection.” Avery gave Savine a sad smile.
Savine pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle and soothing. He felt her open to him so easily, and he stroked her mouth with his tongue. Finally, he pulled back and gazed into her eyes.
“We will have that happy ending. I promise. I will do everything in my power to give you—to give us—the happy ending we deserve. But first we have to meet with Rylo. Find out what game he’s playing and play along to get out of here. Then we’ll take care of Jasper. I’ve already weakened him. He knows Althea is playing with our fate, and I have the upper hand. We’ll find a way to end him together.”
Avery nodded. “Fine. But before we face Rylo, can you do that thing with your tongue again? I’d like to live in suspended disbelief that this is our reality for just a bit longer.”
Savine winked and let out a growl. “Let’s see how long we can stay in here before someone comes looking for us.”
Nobody dared knock on the door until early the next morning.
Chapter fifty-three
Savine
The long staircase of the Tower of the Moon wound endlessly upward as Savine and Avery followed Rylo’s guards. Savine was back in his fighting leathers, choosing that over the Nepheli wardrobe offered to him. But he wasn’t concerned about his clothing. He wasn’t concerned about anything at that moment but the woman whose small hand was in his.
He’d been so worried that Avery would reject him. It had been a mistake to not tell her that night at the lake. But the pains of his past still haunted him. Last night, the need to touch her, to give her pleasure, outweighed his own insecurities and fears of intimacy. But what if he continued to struggle with his past? She’d been through so much that he didn’t want to complicate her adjustment to Aeritis anymore than it’d already been. He didn’t want his trauma to hurt her more than she’d already suffered. Savine still was in denial that he deserved this woman.
And yet—she hadn’t rejected him. She felt the threads of their souls tugging and pulling to join. That moment that Avery realized they were soulmates would be the sweetest moment of his life. A long life that he had every intention of spending with his little flower.
But first, they had two major obstacles to get through before they were free to bind their souls as one. The first was underway already,with this visit to talk with Rylo in his private library. The second? Well, that would be more complicated.
As they passed through the throne room, Savine had a flash of memory of the last time he’d been in this room. Beaten. Bleeding out on the floor and humiliated as his father chastised him for the torture and torment that had been pushed upon him for three terrible months. Then his father left him there foryears.Years of mental and soul-destroying torture in the confines of the Tower of Teeth.
His essence swirled, and a chill prickled his skin. Avery gently squeezed his hand, as if she sensed where his thoughts were going.
“You’re safe. I’m here,” she whispered low into his side—the only place she could reach as he stood stick straight and marched to meet his former tormentor.
And there he was. The arrogant prick was dressed all in gold to match his golden wings and his golden hair.
“Ah, Savine. Avery. I see your tryst has satiated your needs for the time being. I do hope you are ready to have an actual conversation without subjecting me to your public affection,” Rylo said.
Savine’s fist clenched at his side. He took a few steadying breaths to face this man. Rylo could lock them in the Tower of Teeth and never let them touch the ground again. There was no way in the Abyss that he was going to put Avery at risk of being locked away and separated from him.
“Your generous offer to give us time alone is appreciated, Your Majesty,” Savine said, loud enough for the entire throne room to hear. The crowd murmured around him. As heir to Latiah, he had no reason to show deference to Rylo’s title. Goddess knows he didn’t do that last time he was in this throne room. Not when he heard that his love for Lilith had gotten her killed. In a strange twist, passing thethrone to Rylo. Yet, he wanted to show his respect to Rylo now. If anything, to keep Avery safe, but more so to get them out of here.
Rylo nodded. He wore a smug smile on his face as he rose from his throne and signaled for Savine and Avery to follow him.
