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SILIA
Who knew I would still be using weapons during my gift training?
Lars had conveniently shared that he could teach me how to channel my energy into a dagger and use it like a third hand. He has much more knowledge of gifts and how they work than I’d realized; I wonder who taught him these things.
As I gripped the dagger, I listened to Lars’s instructions and imagined my power flowing out of my hand and into the weapon. A burning sensation emitted from my brand, down my arm, and into the hilt. My body froze with this new sensation, but my brand seemed to be pulsing with excitement, coaxing me to continue.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood, and after a few moments, I opened my eyes. When I did, I found Rein and Lars had backed away from me, and my entire arm was covered in green flames. I took a step back myself, unsure how to proceed.
My arm did not feel hot, and neither did the dagger. My eyes followed the trail of flames down to the weapon in my hand, only to find that the dagger itself glowed with a gold flame. This was a new addition to my abilities.
I flipped the dagger over in my hand, utterly confused at what the gold flame meant.
I turned my head to Lars, trying to sound as calm as I could. “Am I doing this correctly?”
He slowly walked over to me and closely examined the two flames. He reached for my arm, and the green flame burned the tip of his fingers. He pulled back his hand and examined the black soot. He looked back at me, and I shrugged my shoulders. “Sorry?”
He let out a low chuckle and eyed my hand. He made sure to be more cautious this time as he reached for the gold flame. His fingers touched my hand, and he did not burn. Our eyes shot up to look at one another. He took it one step further and slowly rested his hand atop mine, grasping the weapon with me.
My eyes widened in shock, and my brand began to cool as if his touch prevented me from overheating, my body relaxing. All the noise and worry in my brain were silenced, and a blissful nothing took over. A small glow emanated from the back of his neck. I saw the muscles in his shoulders relax, and his jaw unclench.
He did have a brand.
As we held the weapon longer, the gold flame on the dagger doubled in size and seemed to pulsate. Lars quickly removed his hand, and the gold flame completely died out.
I stopped focusing on the dagger, and the green flame quickly followed suit and disappeared.
Lars took a step back and glanced between Rein and me. “Training is finished for today. Great work.” Without another word, he turned and headed toward the palace.
This happened half an hour ago. I left training and headed straight for my bath, the only place in the entire realm I can genuinely think and relax.
I replayed this moment in my head at least ten times. I’ve grown accustomed to the green flames, but the gold flame? I have no idea where this had come from and how Lars could connect with it.
I need some answers.
I pull myself out of the bath and head to my wardrobe to find the least conspicuous dress I have. I rummage through the closet and pull out a black lace dress with long sleeves that flare out at the ends and a turtleneck that reaches to the bottom of my jaw.
Perfect.
Blending in with the shadows is already second nature, thanks to my training, and this dress will help.
I twist my long hair into a bun at the nape of my neck and slide in a few long pins to secure it.
I need to go to the library and research what my brand means. I have been so swept up in training that I haven’t made any progress on the God who blessed me for quite some time now. At the very least, I know what the symbol looks like, thanks to Hila.
Until Father instructs us with plans to find Diana, I can at least research the gold flame.
It’s now later in the night, only a few hours after dinner, so the staff in the library should still be awake. I am hoping they can help me find what I need.
I emerge from my bedroom and carefully shut the door behind me. As I quietly make my way to the staircase, I peek down the hall at Diana’s door. A nauseating feeling enters my body as I remember I had gone through these exact motions the night before.
So much can happen in such little time.
I shake away the feeling and begin my descent on the staircase. Once I reach the bottom, I am greeted by silence—not a single person is walking the halls. I follow the path of statues and busts that line the walls in front of the staircase and approach the library doors. The throne room and library have comically large doors that reach halfway to the thirty-foot ceilings, and I need to use two hands to swing open the doors.
I manage to pull the doors a few inches back, and then they glide the rest of the way open without my assistance. How ominous. I walk through the entrance, and I’m greeted by the smell of stagnant books and the soft glow of candles that line the walls. I spot the head librarian sitting at her desk.
“Good evening, Your Highness. What can I do for you?” Vex quickly adjusts her posture and pushes her glasses up her nose. She is not Fae like us, but a spirit of the palace who has worked in the library for centuries.
“Good evening, Vex. I am hoping you could help me locate a book on a God.” I close the gap between us and approach her desk.
“I certainly can help you with that. Which one in particular?” She furrows her brows and reaches under the desk to bring out the book catalog. It's an enormous book itself, listing the hundreds of volumes we have in the library by category and location.
“Well, that’s the problem. I don’t know who I’m looking for. Could you tell me whose symbol is a pair of flaming green torches?” I peek over the desk at the catalog and watch Vex’s hands freeze over the pages.
Her eyes dart back and forth between me and the library door before she leans in and whispers to me. “I am sorry, Silia, but your father has banned any text relating to the Goddess Hecate.”
“Hecate?” I ask a little too loudly. Vex hushes me, then hops out of her chair and moves around the desk to where I’m standing. Her long, ghostly fingers reach into a pocket inside her long purple robe and pull out a small, black, palm-sized journal with a tiny lock at its side.
“I know why you are searching for answers. The Fates have entrusted me with your journey.” Her voice is so quiet that I can barely make out what she’s saying. Vex reaches around her neck and removes a necklace with a miniature key dangling from it.
She hands me the notebook and necklace. “You will find everything you need to know in here. I have sworn an oath of silence. I cannot help you any further.”
I take the notebook and examine it more closely. Its black leather casing has been worn beyond repair, and I could easily rip the lock off the side if I genuinely wanted to. It’s titled Journal of The Gods, and it has a gold-flecked embossment of an open scroll and a harp in its center.
As I reach for the lock, the notebook begins to emit a low glow and becomes so warm in my hands that I’m afraid it’ll melt. My eyes shoot up to Vex, but she only nods in approval.
“We have waited a long time for you, Silia Hecate. May the Fates favor you in this tireless journey.” She places her hands atop mine and bows her head.
Vex’s figure begins to slowly dissipate into thin air, knocking the breath from my lungs. I try to reach out to her, to stop her from leaving, but my hands just swipe the air. “You can’t leave yet. What does this mean?”
Just before she vanishes completely, she leans in and whispers in my ear, “When you find Diana, tell her the Council is very excited to meet her.”
I open my mouth to ask her why I need to pass along this message, and what the Council is, but before I can get the words out, she’s gone. A shiver rakes down my spine as the air chills in the wake of Vex’s disappearance.
“What the Hel?” I whisper to myself. I look around to see if anyone else is in the library. It seems all its occupants have made themselves scarce.
I fumble with the tiny key and lock until it opens. To avoid losing the key, I unclasp the necklace and drape it around my neck. Once secured, I scan the library for a more secluded spot where I can study this notebook. I’ve put off my Hecate research for long enough.
I snake around the bookshelves until I spot a couch in the far-right corner beside a small table with a candelabra. I walk to the couch and collapse onto its velvety red cushions. I don’t think I’ve ever spent more than ten minutes at a time here. It’s lovely. The ringing of silence fills my ears, and I sink further into the couch.
I glance around one last time, ensuring no prying eyes are present, then carefully peel back the cover of the ancient-looking notebook and begin to read.
“Holy Gods.” My eyes scan the notebook so fast that I’m afraid they may fall out of my head. For such a small notebook, it leaves out no details.
I skim the stained parchment until I find the section I’m searching for—Hecate, the Goddess of the Afterlife. So I was on the right track when I suspected necromancy.
My hands freeze, and I squeeze my eyes shut. My neck heats and my head throbs as a strange, feminine voice enters my thoughts.
“ Keep reading .”
I throw my eyes open and search the library. Nothing has changed. No one is here. I bring the heel of my hand to my eyes and press down hard, trying to shove the voice out of my mind. This is probably a trick embedded in the text to prevent overly interested people from reading its contents.
I shudder and flip to her page number.
“ Hecate, scorned lover of Zothos, and daughter to Minoa and Laldir. ”
What is this journal? Why has Father banned this information?
I scan the table of contents again looking for the name Zothos, but I come up empty-handed. I flip back to the pages about Hecate and continue reading.
“ Hecate, Personal Life:
When Hecate was at the age of nineteen, she encountered Zothos at a meeting of their parents. It is rumored they fell in love at first sight and began their whirlwind romance. Zothos promised a beautiful life away from the Temple where they could live the rest of their days in peace and without responsibilities. Hecate instantly accepted this promise, as her parents’ strict plans for her to become a Goddess on The Council did not align with her own wishes.
Zothos, blessed with many gifts, convinced Hecate to run away with him. While packing for this new life, Hecate’s parents discovered her plan and tried to put an end to it. Her father, Laldir, threatened Hecate with a lifetime in the underworld if she did not stay and accept her duties as a Goddess.
Late into the evening, Hecate heard a tapping noise come from her window. When she opened the curtains, she saw Zothos crouched and motioning her to open the window. She did as he asked, and he slipped inside.
Hecate confessed to Zothos that her parents knew of their plan and what they had threatened to do with her. Zothos wiped her tears and assured her no harm would come, and they could still start their new life.
Zothos offered her a glass of wine to ease her growing worry, and decided to stay the night in case her parents tried to act on their threat.
Hecate abruptly awoke to —"
The text ends here.
No, no, no. This couldn’t be right. The following few pages were blank, as if the author had suddenly stopped writing. I frantically flip the pages, hoping the rest of the words will magically appear, but the sound of the library doors creaking open startles me. I quickly shut the book and tuck it underneath the pillow next to me.
“Hello?” I call out.
The tall bookshelves obscure my view of the doors, but I don’t dare get up to look. I can’t leave this journal alone, but I don’t want to take it with me for fear someone may see me carrying it. Did Vex come back?
I spy a dark figure weaving in and out of the bookshelves. I snatch the pillow not concealing the journal, and aim it to throw at the shadowy stranger. I hear the sound of a book falling, and I close my eyes and hurl the pillow without a second thought.
A moment of silence passes, and I crack open my eyes. As they adjust to the light, I see a large hand wrap around the cushion, almost engulfing it entirely.
“Not the greeting I was expecting, but I’ll take what I can get.” That familiar voice seeps its way into my skull.
“Lars, why are you sneaking around the library? Shouldn’t you be sharpening your toys or scrubbing one of the two shirts you own?” Of course he would be here. There’s not a place in the damned palace I could go to escape him.
He removes the pillow from in front of his face, and his beauty smacks me right in the gut. His hair is slightly damp and hanging in its usual spot. He’s wearing a loose black tunic tucked into tight black trousers, the epitome of shadow. I can smell his freshly cleaned body from here, and I realize I’ve begun to grow quite fond of sandalwood and jasmine.
“I could be asking you the same question. I stopped by your room, half expecting you to be passed out in the tub again, but Hila said she saw you heading down here.”
Damn you, Hila . I need to have a serious talk with her about sharing my whereabouts with anyone who asks, especially Lars.
I’m curious how Lars knows I like to spend my evenings in the bath, or why he’s looking for me in the first place, but that would be a conversation for another time. Either way, I can’t help the jolt of excitement that pings in my chest at the fact he’s seeking me out.
“Well, lucky for you, I am dressed and awake.”
Lars tosses the pillow back to me and approaches the couch.
He clears his throat, “Yes, how… fortunate for me.”
“Is there something I can help you with?” I ask as my palms begin to sweat, and I catch myself studying every inch of his face. The peppered freckles on his nose deepen with the shadows from the candlelight, and his brows raise with anticipation. I look away, knowing he just caught me staring at him. Heat boils up my neck and onto my face.
He strides to the couch, sitting so close to me that our knees touch. He brings his index finger under my chin and turns my head to look at him. “There may be something you can help me with, if you feel so inclined.”
Lars brings his thumb up to my lip and pulls it down, exposing my gums. “You are absolutely devastating, Silia.” His eyes flick down to my lip as he releases it.
I swallow.
Hard .
I meet his gaze, and my desire intensifies, almost suffocating me. Sure, I have always found him attractive , it would be hard not to. But at this moment, my attraction to him transcends its basic meaning, its intensely carnal.
He moves his hand from under my chin to cup my face as his thumb lazily traces along my cheekbone. I close my eyes and lean into his touch. Warmth floods my body, and my brand hums in delight.
I cannot seem to snap myself out of this trance, but I am perfectly content not to. I slowly open my eyes and peer up at him. His face is so close to mine that I can feel his breath on my lips. He takes his other hand and pulls out the pins securing my hair, then tucks the fallen strands behind my ear and off my shoulder, exposing my neck. I let out a strangled breath that comes out more like a moan, and Lars purrs in response.
“I’ve dreamt about doing this ever since I saw you my first day in the palace.” His breath tickles my ear as he lowers the high neck of my dress an inch or two, places a kiss just below my ear, and then lingers for a moment.
“You smell like salvation, like the very thing I’ve been chasing after my entire life. I wonder if you taste just as sweet.”
I squeeze my thighs together at his words. No one has ever spoken to me or touched me like this.
Panic. I’m panicking. I have no clue what to do next. Do I touch him back? Do I tell him that every time I close my eyes, his are the ones that stare back at me?
No. I don’t want to embarrass myself. It's quite clear this is not Lars’s first time touching a woman like this. As for me, I've never gotten past an awkward kiss Rein and I shared as horny teenagers. It was unpleasant and weird, and we never spoke of it again.
As if sensing my embarrassment, Lars stops kissing me and slowly leans back from my neck. His eyes lock on mine, and they’re so beautiful, I almost scoop them out with my nails and tuck them in my pocket.
What has gotten into me?
“You’ve dreamt about this? Why are you acting on it now?” I don’t know why I’m asking this question. I don’t want anything to stop him from devouring me whole. But a lingering thought in the back of my mind can’t help but question his timing.
“Well, our busy schedules rarely align. I figured I should take advantage of every moment we have alone together,” Lars whispers into my ear. “Silia, if this is not something you want, please tell me, and I will stop.”
I look down at his lips, then up at his gaze again. His eyes dart all along my face, searching for any sign of regret.
He would not find it here.
I close the gap between us and slam my lips into his. He is quick to match my rhythm, and we fight for dominance. His tongue pleads for entry to meet mine, and I open for him. He tastes of mint and sugar, my new favorite combination.
He snakes his hand into my hair and grabs a fistful at the back of my scalp. He tugs and I moan deeply into his mouth. He follows suit and releases his own straggled whimper. It feels like jolts of lightning are coursing through my body every time his tongue glides across mine. I’m trying to gasp for air as we eat each other alive in this kiss, but I think that if I stopped breathing altogether and died, I’d at least do it happily.
Needing to be closer to him, I climb on his lap and straddle his hips as he leans back against the couch. To my dismay, he breaks away and pulls my hair hard enough that I’m forced to look up at the ceiling. I can feel his eyes roam my body as he lets out a growl of disapproval.
“Are we going to a funeral? Silia, darling, as much as I adore all your clothing choices, there is far too much fabric on this dress.”
Before I can answer, he grips the lace collar by my neck and rips it down. I shudder as the cool library air hits my chest, and he lowers my head back down.
Lars’s lips twitch up into a ravenous smile, like he wants to ravage me entirely. “Much better.”
His eyes are hungry, and his pupils pulse for a moment. I wonder if mine are doing the same. I move my hands behind me and rest them on his thighs to balance myself.
He releases the grip on my hair and slowly peels back the torn fabric. His other hand snakes around my waist and pulls me closer. His entire arm wraps around me, and I mold perfectly into him.
My breath hitches as my bare flesh rubs against his tunic. All the built-up tension we’ve shared over the past year has led to this moment. Each sarcastic joke, each roll of the eyes has led to him ripping my dress in two and devouring each other on the library couch.
Not the best place, but also not the worst.
His eyes dart back and forth between mine again, silently asking if this is all right. I give him a slow nod, approving his request.
His eyes crinkle as he gives me a devilish smirk and angles me away from his chest so he can fully inspect me.
“Earlier, you didn’t want me to even touch you. Why the sudden change of heart?” I breathe out. He chuckles and eyes my body again.
My chest is now completely exposed, and my nipples have hardened to a point from the chilly library air. He licks his lips and leans down to run his tongue up my sternum and between my breasts. My body shivers with delight as I remove my hands from his thighs and bring them to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he tastes me.
Yes, please more.
“It was unexpected. I did not know if you felt the same hunger, and now that I do, I am not losing this chance.” His words vibrate against his chest as I throw my head back in pleasure.
I run my fingers over his brand, and I feel a thick scar running along the top of his spine. I pocket this discovery for later and move my hands up to fist his hair.
I afford him the same tug he’d given me, and a loud moan escapes his lips, vibrating my entire body from the inside out. I grip his hair harder and harder as pleasure builds in my core.
“I’m still your princess, you know. This is very indecent.” I curse myself the moment the words leave me. My mind is trying to rationalize this sudden shift in our dynamic as my body begs for more of him.
He licks the peaks of my breasts and flicks his tongue back and forth against my nipple. I suck in a breath and hold it. The sensation is so overwhelming that my mind can’t focus on anything. All I can think about is his tongue exploring other places on my body.
I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
“That you are. Would Your Highness prefer me to stop?” He lightly bites my nipple as he asks his question.
“No! No, I would rather die.” The boldness in my words startle me for a moment, but they are true. I drop my hands to grip his shoulders, needing to hold on to something to keep my balance. My head begins to feel fuzzy as my nails dig into his flesh, making sure to draw blood, and he slips another moan.
“Careful, Silia. Unless you want me to take you right here in the library, I suggest you retract those claws.”
Lars is a masochist, noted .
To further taunt him, I grind my hips back and forth, dragging one of my nails down his back. Holy fuck, I can feel how hard his cock is under his trousers. I try to count the inches in my mind as I slowly grind up and down, but the friction is too distracting.
I lose concentration at inch six.
He releases my breast from his mouth with a pop and his gaze crawls up my body to meet mine.
“Fine. As you wish, Your Highness.”
His pupils have enlarged completely, just like they had in Diana’s room. Just two black, entrancing orbs staring back at me. He lifts me, then throws me back down on the couch like I weigh nothing. He reaches down and rips the rest of my dress in two, revealing my black lace undergarment. He licks his lips and palms himself through his trousers as he takes in my half-naked body.
Yeah...there were definitely a few inches I’d missed.
“How did you guess my second favorite color?” he smugly asks.
Just before I can ask him what his first favorite color is, Lars climbs on top of me and kisses me deeply. His hands trail down my stomach as he presses his hard length into me. I need more; I’m five seconds away from incinerating both of our clothing if he doesn’t take me right now. My body aches with the need for more of his touch. I need to find my release now, or I’m certain I will die.
“Please,” I whisper into his kiss, reaching between us and hooking a finger in his trousers.
“Please, what?” he growls into my mouth, never breaking our kiss.
“Please touch me, I—I need you.” I stumble on my words as his tongue tries to find its way deeper into my mouth.
He pulls back from my lips and eyes me with frightening dominance, tearing my hand away from his throbbing length. “Ask nicely, and maybe I’ll concede.”
I shoot him a pleading look as I try to find my words. “Please, Lars, I need you to touch me.”
His grin widens to a concerning size, and he quickly reconnects our touch by kissing down my neck. His hand snakes further down my navel and finds the sensitive spot I’ve been needing him to touch. He rubs slow, tantalizing circles, and I go lightheaded.
“Like this?” he groans into my neck. I am unable to find words; I can barely even process this is happening right now.
He brings his other hand up to snatch my face in his grip. Without stopping his rhythm, he jerks my face to look at his. “Answer me, Silia.”
I slowly open my eyes, and my mouth parts, still unable to form a complete sentence. A loud moan escapes my lips instead.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Lars humbly accepts my broken words.
My head lolls to the side, but he keeps his grip on my face as he moves his other hand beneath my undergarment. His motions quicken as he slips a finger inside me. My back arches slightly, and my walls clench around him.
“That is a definite yes.” He quickly pumps in and out of me, still caressing my bundle of nerves with his thumb. “You are so wet for me, Silia. Did you know that?”
“Y—Yes,” I try to respond, but the words come out more like a strangled cry.
He angles my head back to face him just enough so I can manage to look down and see what he’s doing. I watch as his hand moves quickly under the lace, and I bite my lip to stop from screaming with pleasure. Beads of sweat begin to form on his brow, and I think it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
“Do you enjoy the sight of me touching you?” His pace quickens, and my breath gets caught in my throat.
“ Am I the first person to touch you like this?” His voice deepens, and that silky tone caresses my mind. I must be imagining things, because I swear his lips did not move.
“Oh, Gods.” I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel my release quickly approaching, and he grinds his thick erection against my leg in response.
“Look at me, Silia. Look at me when you come.” I shoot my eyes open, and my entire body tingles, my spine arching so high that Lars has to let go of my face and hold me down with his forearm on my stomach.
“Squirming won’t get you anywhere. Enjoy the sensation, Your Highness.”
My vision fills with black specks, but my gaze does not leave him as I ride my high.
“That’s it, Silia. You’re doing so well. Let me hear those beautiful cries.” His praise sends another shiver throughout my body, and his gaze flicks down to where his fingers are still inside of me.
His eyes darken as he adds a second, then a third finger, filling me beyond comprehension as my orgasm hits its peak. I bring a hand to my mouth to stop the loud moans ripping from my throat, but he removes his hand from my stomach and tears my hand away.
“Scream all you like. It’s just me and you, princess.”
Following his instruction, I let out one last, gut-wrenching moan as my body spasms.
“Fuck, Lars, I can’t take anymore. It’s too much.” Pain and pleasure begin to mix as I edge the line between too much stimulation and not enough.
“Oh yes you can, Little Flame. I’ve just gotten a taste of you unraveling for me. I’m not done with you yet.” He blinks, and my undergarment disappears. My eyes find his as he adjusts his position so he’s hovering over my body, fingers still deep inside of me.
I look down and see his trousers and undergarment have also disappeared, his thick cock on full display.
“Holy Gods.” The words leave my lips before I can stop them. There is no way that is fitting inside of me. His cock is almost the length of my forearm.
“No Gods in existence can save you from me now.”
He positions himself in line with my clit and grinds into me again. The friction sends me into a dream state, like my soul has left my body and is watching this unfold from a third-party perspective.
“You’ll come for me again, and you’ll scream louder this time. Understand?”
“Mm-hmm.” I bite my lip as he picks up his pace and pulls his fingers out of me. He grabs both my legs, hoists them above his head, then rests them on his shoulders.
“Do you see what you do to me, Silia? Do you feel how my cock throbs at just the sight of you? You’re fucking perfect.”
I look down to see where his cock moves faster and faster between my legs. Pre-cum drenches his tip, and my mouth waters. I wonder what other parts of him taste like.
“Not so fast. You’ll taste me soon enough.”
I let out a frustrated breath and plead with him. “I need you inside of me, Lars…”
Without his fingers, I feel too empty. I want him touching me everywhere all at once, and I’m close to coming for a second time in one night—a new record for me.
“Oh, you’ll have to beg much nicer for that one, princess.” Lars leans down and takes one of my breasts in his mouth as he rams his fingers back inside of me. My walls clench around him as that familiar feeling returns, and I tumble over the edge of my second orgasm.
“Come.”
He curls his fingers.
“ Now .”
I don’t hold back—per his request—and I let my orgasm take control of me. Lars lets out his own strangled moan as hot liquid lands on my pelvis and stomach. I look down to find the evidence of his orgasm as he tilts his head back and digs his nails into my thigh.
Our chests heave up and down in quick succession as he opens his eyes and flashes his signature smirk.
“Good girl. Open.” He gently pulls his fingers out of me and runs them across my abdomen, mixing our juices.
I open my mouth, and he places his middle and forefinger on my tongue.
“Taste us, Silia.”
I close my mouth around his fingers and taste the salty, sweet mixture of us both.
He bites his lip and drags his fingers out of my mouth, then brings them to his. Heat floods my cheeks as I watch him taste the most intimate part of us both. I may come undone again at the sight alone.
“You taste just as divine as you look. Positively hypnotizing.”
A lazy grin appears on my lips, and he leans down to plant a kiss on my temple.
Lars flicks his wrist and his trousers reappear, then he scoops me up and cradles me in his lap. After a few minutes of sitting in silence while Lars strokes my hair, I stretch my legs out and look up at him.
“Is this what you imagined would happen when you found me tonight?”
A light chuckle escapes his lips. “I had no preconceived notions with my intentions tonight. But fortune favors the bold, does it not?”
I playfully smack his shoulder and try to leave his lap. He pulls me back down just as I try to move, and we fall back onto the couch, now lying beside each other. The couch is a bit cramped, given his size, but I scoot back into him so we both fit. His chest molds perfectly against my back, like two puzzle pieces coming together to form a beautiful picture.
I’m feeling drowsy after the largest orgasms of my life, so I allow myself to close my eyes for just a few minutes. I fully intend on returning to my room to sleep for the rest of the night. I don’t want anyone to find us here like this.
Lars snuggles into the crook of my neck and hums a soft tune in my ear, continuing to stroke my hair. The sensation is relaxing, and I can feel myself dozing off.
Just before I drift off into oblivion, I feel Lars kiss the brand on the back of my neck and whisper, “I’mblessed to have found you, Silia Hecate.”
I hum back in response, and then swept into yet another dreamless sleep.
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