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“Take me in,” he demanded, his voice rough.

I didn’t need more encouragement than that.

I rose up and slid down, my moan almost embarrassingly loud as he filled me, as my body tightened around him.

Jet groaned, his hands tightening on my hips.

“You feel so good.” His hips bucked up into me, creating a delicious little pinch. “Ride me,” he demanded.

And so I did, my movements slow at first, full of the relief at being with him again and the admissions that we didn’t want to be parted again.

It wasn’t long before the need took over, making me move faster, harder, as Jet’s hands slid up and down my sides, cupped my breasts, then squeezed, circled, rolled.

“That’s it. Come for me,” he groaned as I tightened around him.

Then I did, the pleasure washing through me in waves, stealing my voice and my breath as I collapsed forward into him.

Jet’s arms slung around me as his hips started to rock up into me—a fast, steady rhythm that had my body climbing again. This time, my cries were muffled against his neck as he relentlessly drove me to that edge, then sent me flying over, crashing down into the pleasure once again.

Before I could even catch my breath, Jet rolled me under him and was moving again. But the movements were once again slow, gentle, sweet.

His lips sealed to mine, kissing me deeply as our bodies moved together, as our breaths and hearts synched.

Something ballooned in my chest so big it ached.

Jet pulled up, looking down at me.

“I love you, Serin,” he murmured, voice rough.

My arms tightened around him.

“I love you too.”

And I did.

In a way I wasn’t sure I even understood before him. In a way that was overwhelming, all-consuming. As real as the love I felt for my lake. Not an external thing, but a part of me. Like Jet had sunk into my bones and blood, like he was a part of me that could never be extracted.

Jet surged deep and pleasure bloomed, taking us both with it.

He pulled me close afterward, pressing a kiss to my temple.

“My king,” I said, feeling a rumble move through him at that title.

“My Lake Girl.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Jet

I battled back the uncertainty I felt about using my powers publicly, needing to remind myself that there was nothing to fear anymore. My father was in his bed, unmoving, no longer a threat. He couldn’t use them against me anymore.

There wasn’t a reason to keep it under wraps.

If anything, I had every reason to let it be known.

Because powers, while not rare, were always respected. A king who could wield them, and did so with restraint, would be admired and honored.

Even if those powers were going to be used to punish threats to the crown.