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“Memnon!” I sob out.

Est xsaya, he corrects.Say it, and you’ll get something besides just my mouth on your clit.

“Est xsaya,” I gasp out, hoping for a brief respite from the almost unbearable amount of stimulation coming from that nerve bundle between my thighs.

“Good woman.”

Again, I feel him smile against me, and his mouth moves down from my clit. If I thought, however, I’d get a break from the immense sensation, I assumed wrong. Memnon’s magic merely replaces his tongue, and it’s just as cunning, the blue power circling that knot of nerves again and again.

The sorcerer’s tongue circles my core before dipping inside.

He groans. “Missed the taste of your pussy.”

I’m writhing beneath him. I throw my head back. “Need you inside me.” It’s less a demand and more a plea.

“No,” he breathes against my skin. “Next time I come, you’ll be wearing white and I’ll be your husband.”

My breath hitches. Our unbreakable oath to marry—now that I’ve fallen for Memnon, it’s been enacted once more.

“But right now,” he continues, “you’ll come for me against my face like the good little witch you are.”

Maybe it’s Memnon’s confidence, or maybe I’m quite suggestable, or maybe I’m finally overwhelmed by sensation, but all it takes is another searing kiss of his and my orgasm shatters through me.

I cry out as I come, my fingers tightening in Memnon’s hair. I feel his grin as he greedily continues to eat me out through the aftershocks of my climax…and then beyond.

“Why aren’t you stopping?” I nearly weep the words out when it becomes clear he won’t.

There’s one more thing we’re going to do every day,he says down our bond as he feasts on me.I’m going to tell you I love you more than life itself, and you’re going to tell me those three magic words as well, starting today. And if you don’t,he continues,then I’ll simply eat you out until you do.

You are such a bastard.

He laughs against my pussy, causing me to cry out.

Yes, he agrees wholeheartedly.I am.

I gaze down the line of my body toward Memnon’s bowed head. “Look at me,” I command.

There’s no power behind the order, but still, my mate lifts his head, and his eyes meet mine.

“I love you, Memnon. I love you so much. And you don’t need to hold any part of me hostage to get me to say it.I love you.”

His bourbon eyes glitter as he bathes in my words. Finally, he releases my hips, and they drop limply down to the bed.

As I stare at him, I feel a tightness in my chest. I rub my sternum, but the pressure doesn’t go away.

Memnon notices.

“The magic from our unbreakable oath is taking root again,” he says softly. The sorcerer moves up my body. “I feel it too.” He dips his head and presses a kiss against my sternum. “Do you remember what that means?” he asks.

It feels like my heart has lodged itself in my throat. “It means,” I say softly, “we’re getting married today.”

CHAPTER 53

Memnon leavesthe room to make us coffee and tea and—judging by the sound of the gas burner igniting to life—a surprise breakfast. I feel like the emotions in me are too light and expansive to be contained beneath my skin.

So this is love.

I let out a happy little laugh that probably sounds like I’ve lost it just as Nero prowls into the room then unceremoniously hops onto the bed.