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Lilith freed a hand and gently moved his dark blue hair out of his piercing blue eyes. “You defended me at the encampment. Where others try to change or control me, you see me as I am, and accept me.” He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers .

“You give yourself too little credit,” he quietly whispered. “You defended yourself.”

“I want this. I’m tired of holding myself back.” Lilith stated. He tilted his head and touched his lips to hers. “I want you.”

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He pressed his lips to hers again. This time she sank into the kiss. His tongue pressed into the seam of her lips. She parted them, giving herself over to him.

“I’ve never done this before. You’ll have to show me,” she said as she went in for another kiss. He let out a moan and explored her mouth with his tongue.

“All this time, I didn’t think I’d ever have this.

I’ve been searching for so long and you came to me.

My goddess, let me worship you.” He massaged her ass, rubbing his hard length against her.

They moved slowly, savouring each kiss and exploring their hands along each other's bodies.

They bared themselves to each other, pausing to study each other's form.

He studied her runes, kissed them. She expected a prince to be pristine.

No hard lines or scars, but she drew her fingers over his raised scars.

Scars littered his chest and back. There was a long pale scar that ran from his left side of his stomach down towards the hard v of his hips.

Yes, he was a prince, but also a warrior.

She licked the small scar that ran from his jawline down his neck.

He groaned and then moved to give her a deep kiss.

He lifted her thighs and wrapped them around his waist. Moving her to the center of his bed, he leaned over her.

“So soft,” he said gently, placing small kisses on the runes between her breasts.

He took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked.

She let out a soft cry and rolled her hips.

“No rush,” He said as he switched breasts.

One of his hands travelled down towards her centre.

He slowly circled her, making her buck against him.

“You’re so wet.” He raised his finger and gave it a lick.

He slowly inserted his finger into her. Curling against her.

She spread her legs wider, giving him more access.

His kisses trailed further down her body until it reached her core.

Every lick felt like fireworks exploding. She felt alive.

“More,” she whimpered. He smirked at her and inserted another finger.

“Yes. Find your release.” She lost herself as she rode his fingers.

The pressure built in her core, as she felt a different fire building within her.

He sucked her and she felt the burst of sensation.

An explosion of ecstasy pulsated out, and she cried out in pleasure.

He raised himself above her and kissed her on the lips, pressing his weight into her.

“Guide me in.” She reached between them and wrapped her hand around his length.

She gave him a tug, making him grunt. His ice blue eyes locked with hers.

“I want to be inside you, but if you want to stop we can.” He gave her control.

She parted her legs wider and guided him into her core.

Inch by inch he sank into her. Torturously slow.

She felt a small sting of herself tearing and stilled.

He waited for her to relax, kissing her deeply.

His hand travelled down and found her bud, his attention fixed to her sensitive spot.

She arched and raised her hips to allow him to push into her deeply.

His movements were gradual and tender. She felt the build of another climax as he fully seated himself within her.

“More,” she begged. It was all that was needed before Demetrius let loose and started pounding in and out of her with fury.

They moved as one. A dance of passion. She felt that peak of rapture as they moved in a frenzy.

Pure ecstasy released, consuming her soul.

She moaned into a kiss. He found his release soon after, pulsing within her.

They were covered in sweat as their breaths calmed.

There was no rush to part, no pressing demand that got in the way of their connection.

“So beautiful,” he said as he kissed her, pulling out of her.

He walked to the table, to a tea set. He filled the cup with his water and fire magic and then opened a tin of tea leaves.

He passed her a cup and then disappeared into the washroom.

The tea tasted like the one she drank at Skilhiem, but there was a peculiar after taste, a note of sweetness.

She gulped it down as he returned with a cloth.

He cleaned her up and then collapsed into the bed, eyes already drifting off to sleep.

“I'm tired of fighting myself.” His words were barely audible as his eyes closed and his breathing became steady.

Lilith watched him as he breathed slowly in and out.

Although she was exhausted, she felt too charged to find sleep.

She tiptoed to open a wardrobe and found a long clean black tunic and walked to the other side of the room, pausing to hold out her hand.

As she chanted, her pack was summoned to the center of the circle.

She dove into her bag and pulled out a black diary. Andishmand’s diary.

She sat on the couch and began to read.

Every mage in this realm will gather together to form a barrier, sealing in the darkness.

I’ve felt its magic, the force is unlike anything made from this world.

It has to have come from the gods. I vividly remember the shadows, its scent from a different lifetime.

There are other mages that sense its familiarity.

A memory that sits at the front of the mind, but is too obscure to see details.

I can feel its longing and anger. We meet at the edge of Brandybrooke. I hope we can end this madness .

She flipped to the next page, reading the next entry.

King Gaius has sent three mages and a group of soldiers to find if there is a source to darkness seeping from this chasm, a last effort before we create the barrier. His father, King Marcus had sent many to their deaths in search of some answers.

We went into the Void and heard a voice that beckoned us to come closer.

Its voice was otherworldly, dark and dangerous.

I’ve heard this voice before, though I can’t remember when.

There are creatures here that stick to the shadows.

Soldiers of the night. Hulking beasts that stalk and devour.

They don't sense us watching them, or maybe they’ve been ordered to stay back.

The voice calls out, it says it’s pleased by our presence.

A fellow mage asks it to reveal itself. It manifested in a mist, shrouded by whispers.

‘Find her,' it asks. ‘Find her.’ Its echoes repeat the phrase over and over, in a tone that bleeds the ears.

We cast it away from us and fled. Was that the source? Who is it looking for?

Lilith felt her eyelids drop. She wanted to keep reading, but her body protested.

This diary held secrets that Andishmand wanted only her to find.

Her hands carefully enclosed the diary in a dirty tunic and wrapped it with a belt and a stone tied to it.

She chanted the summoning spell and sent the package to a safe place.

Lilith looked over at the prince, his brows were furrowed as he was lost in slumber.

She crawled in next to him and surrendered to sleep.