She takes it all without hesitation, grounding me, pulling me back to her until it’s just us.
Her hand moves between us, and she pauses just long enough to meet my eyes. I nod, and she slips me inside her.My hand moves to her ass as she lowers herself on my cock, and I hold her tighter, anchoring her to me as I move.
She’s gripping me like she’s afraid I’ll disappear. I know exactly how she feels because I’m barely pulling out of her before quickly thrusting back in, afraid of staying out of her for even a second.
Her gasp in my ear on my second thrust damn near has me exploding inside her, my balls clenching painfully.
We move slowly, not rushing, not chasing anything. Just… holding on like we have all the time in the world. The water shifts around us as we move together, steady, unhurried. It’s exactly what we need right now.
One arm keeps her lifted, the other slides between us, tracing slow circles on her clit that make her breath hitch.
“Say you’re mine,” she whispers like she needs to hear it, just like I do.
“Yours.” I move into her, her walls fluttering with every word. “All yours.” Her breath catches, and I know she’s close. “Only ever yours.”
She falls apart with my name on her lips.
I keep moving inside her, keep pushing her over the edge again and again until I’m all she can think about, until she knows how much I love her, until I’m coming inside her, promising to be hers until my last breath.
Epilogue: A home. A family. A future.
Hazel
Two months later
I settle on the steps leading to the death castle, letting the warmth of the sun sink into my skin as I smooth my hands over the soft fabric of my dress.
It’s too early for the streets to be alive, but a few homes nearby are beginning to stir. The distant chatter, mixed with the slow rise of the sun, seeps into my bones until I almost forget winter is creeping in.
Once Anxo stepped into my mind after I killed Tiberius, I knew I couldn’t keep everything buried anymore. Not when it was already breaking me from the inside.
The weeks after I woke up felt… wrong. Like I was floating just outside my own body, watching everyone explain my life back to me, careful with every word like I might shatter if they got it wrong.
What happened in Eldoris… I don’t even know how to explain it. I had no control. The second I saw Tiberius’ memories, everything I had buried for years tore free all at once until I didn’t recognize myself anymore.
Anxo was careful when he told me the truth about how Tiberius had been suppressing my Divine… the siren I was meant to be. The part of me I thought was broken.
I didn’t know I was suffocating on my own magic until it exploded inside me. All those years believing I had nothing… when it was there all along. Trapped. Starving.
Tiberius found a way to block my Divine, but I don’t think he understood what he had done. With no escape, my power turned on me, clawing at my mind all these years.
And the worst part? He wouldn’t have cared even if he knew.
Anxo worked with me for weeks, carefully rebuilding what he could, until one memory finally clicked into place.
I remembered how Tiberius used to bind all his slaves’ magic so they couldn’t turn it against him. Too many of them died when their Divines gave out, but there were always more to replace them.
I think the hardest part wasn’t just remembering what happened to my Divine, but realizing I had lost it long before I even came to the surface.
Every healer Dean brought to help me looked at me like I was a miracle. Surprised, I still had enough Divine left to stay alive after what Tiberius did.
Because I was young when Tiberius brutally fractured my essence, I will never feel that kind of power again. It’s just one more thing he took from me.
Dean tries not to show it, but I see it. The fear. The way his eyes follow me like I’d accidentally push myself too far.
I don’t think he’ll ever forget how helpless he felt, watching me lie there… fading… and not being able to do anything.
Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. Being watched every second of the day, like I was a bomb about to go off.
