I groan again as she toys with me, her tongue finding sensitive spots I didn’t know existed. The sight of her mouth feasting on me so hungrily pulls me closer and closer to the edge in spite of myself.
“Ana,”I growl across the mooring.“Enough playing. I must have you.”
“I’m already yours, my love,”she replies.“But this isyourfantasy, remember? If you want me, take me.”
She releases my cock with a final, satisfied lick across the tip, her smile smug. I wipe it away as I pull her back up toward me, threading my legs through hers, and guiding the still-wet head of my cock across her clit. She quivers in my arms, inhaling sharply as I graze the sensitive nerves.
Even though I’m desperate for release, even though I can feel how ready she is, I don’t take her hard.
When she found me in the dream, when she remade me, I remember how thankful I felt—how thankful I always am for every day I spend with her. She’s a miracle—mymiracle—and getting to touch her like this,possessher like this, is the greatest gift from the gods I could ask for.
I kiss her as I bring us both slowly to climax, her leg hooking over mine, our bodies merging so there’s not a breath of air between us. The muscles roll in her stomach as she lifts her hips to receive me, and I’m aware of every bit of tension in her thighs when I slide inside her over and over again. As our orgasms hit,I pull her against me, her face burying in my shoulder, my cheek nestled against her hair as we ride the wave of ecstasy.
If I spent the rest of my life like this, wrapped in her, sharing her bliss, I would have a better existence than any other man could claim. I wonder why I haven’t yet found a thousand more ways to bind myself to this woman—each one would surely be as wonderful as the rest.
But there isoneway I’ve been neglecting.
“Ana,” I murmur as her cries of pleasure soften into satisfied sighs, and she lifts her hazel eyes to meet mine.
“Yes?”
I brush her hair back from her face, using my finger to trace the line from the edge of her eyebrow down her cheek to her chin.
“I’m a fool for not asking this sooner. It’s unforgivable, but I plan to spend the rest of a long life making it up to you.”
She blinks, pushing her hands against my chest to straighten up and get a better look at me. “What are you talking about?”
“You are all I’ll ever want or need in this world, my love. I intend to make you mine in every way I can. If you’ll let me.” I swallow, oddly nervous as I say the words. “Will you marry me?”
She grins, and a flare burns across the mooring bright as a thousand suns.
“You mean that silly custom that humans make way too important?” she says, lifting her chin up with a cheeky wink.
I don’t remember ever saying thoseprecisewords, but it’s true that fae generally don’t put as much stock in the ceremony as Trovians.
“It’s absolutely important,”I reply.“Because after us being moored, nothing would make me happier than being your husband.”
She tilts her head like she’s thinking, and every second is unexpected torture. I know she’s playing with me, but I’m dying to hear the words from her mouth.
“Yes, Leon. I would love to marry you,” she says, and her eyes shine brighter, a few tears in them. “Being your wife would be the greatest honor I can think of—more than having a thousand crowns or kingdoms.”
My heart clenches at her words. So few people have thought it an honor to be tied to me, have felt proud to be associated with my tainted name.
“My love…” Her eyes widen as she feels the wave of emotion run through me. But there’s no need for questions between us. She understands what this means to me, just as I will forever be changed by the joy I feel answering me, knowing she loves me even a shred as much as I love her.
We fall back to sleep—peacefully this time—buoyed up by our new promise to each other. At least, it’speaceful until a fist pounds on the door, and we’re left scrambling into clothes to answer it.
“What in the gloam to you want?” I grumble as I yank open the door to find Harman, fully dressed and clutching a piece of parchment. His breathlessness tells me he ran here.
“I’ve just got an urgent message from Tread,” he says. “They’ve been monitoring the Temple’s movements in the northeast. We were right—Caledon’s been gathering an army. He’s got hundreds of clerics and citizens he’s recruited from Qimorna.”
“But what are they doing that far north?” Ana asks. “What’s for him up there? The cup? He doesn’t need an army to retrieve that if he knows where it is.”
“He’s heading to the border,” Harman says. “They think he’s planning to invade Agathyre.”
Chapter 28
Morgana
