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Reyla

I believe I dozed. Or passed out from the pure bliss of what we’d shared. I woke still in the tub, sitting on his lap with my back to him, him tilting my head back gently while he slowly trickled water across my hair.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“Washing your hair. I love it. It’s the sweetest sunshine lit with the brightest moonbeams.”

It was hard to miss his stiffening cock.

“Do you always get aroused while washing a woman’s hair?”

“Only yours,” he said with a low laugh. “You’re not complaining, are you? I believe you enjoy my cock as much as you do my ass.”

“I do like your cock.”

“See?”

Oh, how smug he sounded. How conceited. Although, I had to admit that he had good reason to feel that way. “I screamed your name. That’s such a cliché.”

He curled around me to nibble on my earlobe. “I’m going to make sure you do it again.”

“You are, huh? What makes you think you can state that as if it’s a done deal?”

“Because you love me.”

So much. I couldn’t argue with that.

He finished rinsing my hair and ran his fingers through it, easing out the snarls.

Then he lifted me away from his stiff cock and stood us both, tapping my ass. “Out of the tub.”

Grinning, I waved to his cock bobbing against his ripped abs. “I think that needs attention.”

“All in due time.”

“I could practice nullification on it if you’d like. Then you’ll be more comfortable until you find the time to give my body the care it needs to bring out my next scream.”

He growled and reached for me.

Laughing, I slipped away and climbed out of the tub, standing on the rug with water sluicing down my body. “I’m not sure I remember how good it was between us.” Frowning, I tapped my chin. “My memory may need to be refreshed.”

He climbed out of the water, his body more beautiful than one of the high fates themselves, and after wrapping a drying cloth quickly around his waist with his cock poking the front of the folds, he grabbed another cloth and advanced on me.

Squealing, I backed away. “No teasing now. I don’t think my heart can take it. ”

“Take it you will.” He latched onto my arm and held me in place while he proceeded to stroke the fabric across my body. He took special care of my breasts, and after my nipples poked forward and my breathing was ragged, he parted my thighs and started rubbing there.

“Fuck,” I moaned, tipping my head back. “You don’t fight fair.”

“Fair is for the throne room, love. Here, it's just you and me, and when it comes to you, I will always play dirty. And you'll love it.”

He had that right.

I slumped against him, cupping his shoulders to hold myself upright.

Straightening, he tossed the cloth aside and swept me up in his arms. He flitted, and we landed in bed, me beneath him with him caging me in place with his palms on either side of my shoulders.

“Now I have you where I want you,” he growled against my throat.

“I thought you already had me where you wanted me. Me riding you and then you riding me from behind. “

“There are more ways I’m going to love you tonight.”

A myriad of emotions swirled inside me as I gazed up at my husband. His gaze held so much intensity, such profound need, that it stole my breath. Here, stripped bare of everything, it was just the two of us, lost in a world that was entirely our own.

“How will you love me next?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips. My heart pounded, each beat showing the depth of my feelings for him.

He traced a finger down my cheek, his touch feather-light yet charged with a current that sent a ripple of anticipation through me. “Everywhere, Wildfire. Every bit of your body.” A promise that held no hesitation, no second thoughts. Only the purest, deepest desire .

“Prove it,” I whispered.

He leaned down, capturing my mouth with a slow, languid kiss that sent jolts of sensation through me. It was tender yet full of a fierce, possessive need that made my heart flutter wildly.

When he pulled back, his eyes held a mix of adoration and raw hunger.

He curled his body around mine and pressed a tender kiss to my temple as our legs entwined. The heat of him pressed me down, into the blankets, and the solid strength of his thighs held me in place. We'd been designed to fit together, pieces of a puzzle finally forming the perfect image.

My heart swelled with a love so vast, so profound, that for a moment, I couldn't breathe. This was what I had been searching for, what I had been missing for much too long. Not a man of light or darkness, but a united whole. A single soul, shattered into two, then miraculously rejoined.

“You,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion, “are every desperate prayer, every fractured piece of my heart.”

He searched my face. “And you, my wildfire queen, are my reason for existing.”

His lips brushed mine in a kiss that was achingly tender and endlessly intimate. I poured every bit of my love into that kiss, every part of me, until I was utterly breathless and trembling.

Pulling back, he rested his brow against mine, and in the near darkness, I could feel his steadying breath, the thrum of his heart.

“What we have is more than passion,” he said in a voice rough with emotion. “More than desire. It's destiny, Reyla. We are worth fighting for.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He nuzzled my neck, his lips trailing a path of heated promises along the column of my throat. “My love. My heart. Forever yours.”

His warm breath sent ripples of pleasure across my skin. He paused at the hollow of my throat, pressing a sweet kiss there before continuing his descent. My heart pounded, each beat echoing the depth of my feelings for him. His touch was more than physical; it was proof of our connection, a bond that surpassed the boundaries of flesh and bone.

He lingered at the curve of my breasts, his lips brushing against my skin with a reverence that made me shiver with need. His hands cupped them gently, his thumbs tracing circles around the peaks. Each caress was a whisper of his love. I arched into him, my body responding to his every stroke, craving more of his warmth, his passion.

“You're lovely,” he murmured against my skin, his voice a low rumble. “But it's more than just your physical beauty that draws me in. It's who you are inside. That part of you calls to me, and it always will.”

His words ignited a fire within me, a hunger that matched his own. I tangled my fingers in his thick, deep brown hair, pulling him closer. His eyes met mine, the rich color reflecting the love that burned inside him.

He moved lower, his lips trailing a path of fire across my belly. His hands explored my every curve, every dip, as if I was sacred ground. I felt cherished, adored in a way that I’d never experienced before. This was more than desire; it was worship.

When he reached the apex of my thighs, he paused, his breath warm against my most sensitive places. He looked up at me, his gaze intense. My breath hitched, and he smiled, a slow, sensual curve of his lips, before lowering his head.

The first touch of his tongue on my clit sent bliss crashing through me. I gasped, bucking my hips up against his mouth. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he continued his delicious torment. Each stroke of his tongue was a promise, a vow of his love, his devotion. I moaned, my fingers tightening in his hair, urging him on.

He took his time, exploring every sensitive nerve ending that throbbed for him alone. He knew my body better than I did, knew exactly how to touch me, how to drive me wild. The tension within me built, a coil of pleasure that was going to snap at any moment.

“Lore,” I cried out. “Please…”

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with his heat. “Tell me what you want, Reyla.”

“You,” I breathed. “I want you.”

He smiled, a wicked curve of his lips, before rising to claim my mouth in a searing kiss. I could taste myself, and it sent my senses reeling. He positioned himself between my thighs, his hard length pressing against my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him down on top of me.

He entered me slowly, bit by bit, giving my body time to adjust to his size. It was more than physical; it was a joining of souls, a merging of two halves in a way that could never be defined. I ran my nails along his back as he buried himself deeper within me.

“Reyla,” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel incredible.”

I could only nod, my voice stolen by the intensity of the moment. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm that drove me feral. Each stroke showed his caring, his love.

His hand roamed my body, touching, caressing, exploring. He kissed my lips, my neck, my shoulders, his mouth moving in sync with his body. It was overwhelming, all-consuming, a force that would soon sweep me away in its current.

“I love you,” he said against my skin, his voice tight with emotion .

Tears pricked my eyes, the sheer depth of his feelings consuming me. “I love you too. Evermore.”

His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. He devoured me with his mouth and his body. I matched his rhythm, my hips rising to meet his, our bodies moving in perfect synchrony. Pleasure built within me, a coil of heat that made me crave him even more. His heart pounded against my chest, and his breath was hot against my skin.

When his hand slid between us and he stroked my clit, I almost came on the spot.

“Come with me, Wildfire,” he groaned, his voice a desperate plea.

His words and his touch were my undoing. The coil snapped, and the blaze roared over me. I cried out, my body giving way, my nails digging into his back. He shouted his pleasure, his body tensing as he found his own release. His cock jerked deep within me.

We collapsed together, our bodies still joined, our breaths coming in furious pants. His arms wrapped around me, and he tumbled to the side, taking me with him.

“That was…”

“Perfect.” His voice was soft in my ear. “Just like you.”

I smiled, my heart swelling with love. “Just like us.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, his arms tightening around me. “I'm never letting you go. You're my fated one. My only one.” He held up his arm, and the symbol of our fated love blazed for the world to see.

“Hold me forever.”

“Forever and a day,” he promised. “Evermore.”

“We’re going to break the rest of the curse,” I croaked, desperate not to lose him. “I’m going to figure this out. I know you can’t tell me how, not even if you know. I’ll ask all the right questions. Dig into any clue. I’m going to end it, because I’m not losing you, Lore.” I rose up on his chest and locked my gaze with his. “Never. I’m fighting for us and there’s no battle I won’t win. Do you understand?”

With a smile, he blinked.