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Tears blurred my vision as I gazed down at this man, thisKing, who had shown me what it was to truly be loved, to beseen.

In that moment, the world fell away—the realms, the mating bond, the obligations that weighed so heavily upon us both. There was only me and him and the life that we could have.

“Yes,” I breathed, the word escaping my lips in a joyful sob. “Yes, Landers, I’ll marry you.”

Landers’s lips split into a grin that was the very reflection of untainted happiness as he slipped the ring onto my finger and rose to his feet. I flung my arms around his neck, our lips meeting in a kiss that seared into my soul.

“I love you,” I whispered against his lips, my heart so full it felt as though it might rip from my chest. “In this life and every one to come, I am yours.”

A growl vibrated in his throat at the sound of my words, like they had unleashed a carnal need in him. Before I knew it we were tethering, tearing through the darkness, a mess of twisted limbs as our hands clawed at each other in desperation.

Chapter thirty-one

HYACINTH

Myeyesopenedaswe landed back in the stables and my hands tore at his tunic, ripping it from his body as his own fingers worked to undress me. Leaving a trail of clothing in our path, Landers slid his hands against the back of my thighs, his fingers gripping into my muscle as he lifted me from the floor and strode toward the bench on the far wall. A gasp left my lips as I felt him pressed against my stomach—how hard he was for me.

His lips crashed against mine, our tongues battling for dominance as he sat down and I straddled his hips, readying to feel every inch of him fill me.

Just as I lowered myself down, he adjusted his hips and the head of him collided with my clit. A moan escaped my throat at the contact and a bolt of pleasure rippled over my skin. He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he guided my movements, rocking me against him.

He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh as my head fell back, giving him better access while my fingers tangled in his dark hair. His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples into hardened peaks.

“Landers,” I gasped, desire coiling tightly in my core as he ground his hips upwards.

I needed him,cravedhim.

As if reading my thoughts, his hand slid between our bodies, his fingers delving into my center. A cry rolled from my lungs, my back arching as his thumb stroked my clit in small, delicate circles while his two fingers slowly pumped into me. I pushed my hips down against his hands, grinding on his fingers, desperately begging for more.

“Greedy are we, Goddess?” he whispered into my neck, a chuckle rumbling in his throat.

“I need you,” I breathed out, my voice thin and wanting as he pushed into me again.

“You are so wet for me,” he growled against my skin. The words sent lightning crackling through my veins and I watched as he slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them up to his lips and sucking my arousal from them, his tongue lapping off every last drop of my essence.

My thighs tightened around him at the sight as a beautifully wicked smile slid onto his lips.

In one swift movement, he lifted me up and positioned himself at my entrance as a shudder wracked my body. With a sharp thrust of his hips, he buried himself deep inside me, stretching and filling me completely as an unholy, animalistic moan vibrated in his throat.

I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he set a fast, punishing pace, each powerful stroke hitting thatperfect spot, colliding with it as waves of pleasure radiated through my body.

Every nerve in my body screamed for him, begging him to devour me.

His hands slid possessively over my curves, feeling every inch of my skin as I panted against the pleasure exploding in my veins. His fingers knotted in my hair, pulling my head back as his mouth claimed my throat.

Warm breath flowed from him, seeping into my flesh as his tongue and teeth dragged over the curve of my neck. A loud moan dripped from my lungs, lost to the carnal sensations overwhelming my senses. My hips rocked wildly against him, demanding more of him.

“Fuck,” he rasped against my ear, punctuating the word with a sharp snap of his hips. “You are mine, Hyacinth.”

Another moan kissed my lips and rang into the air as his hands dragged down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

“Do you hear me?” Landers asked, his voice deep and riddled with need. I met his gaze, drowning in the intensity I found there.

“Yes,” I breathed, grabbing hold of his face between both palms, my eyes staying locked on his. “Let go,” I whispered, sliding myself up his shaft.

He stared back at me, fear and desire coiling in his irises. My chin dipped, a gentle nod, a silent assurance that he was safe, thatIwas safe.

“Let go.” It was a command this time and a roar left his throat at the order.