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“When we return home, you will not be leaving my knot until you give me a baby, Rina,” he warns against my lips. “I’m going to fuck you and breed you until my cum no longer burns and your belly swells.”

He bares his fangs as I shudder violently and gush over his vines. He forces them deeper.

“Faster, Searon!” he barks when I fist my fingers into the roots across his chest and cum again.

The beast thunders through the trees while his master holds me and fills me with his vines. The pace and motion should make it hard to hold on, but his entire hand expands across my back, pinning me in place while I enjoy the ride.

“I’m getting a covered carriage,” he gripes when I snuggle my face into the side of his neck, content.

I giggle. “Tell him to pull over,” I tease into his ear. “Take me behind one of these trees. Put me on my knees.”

Vaelith groans a tortured sound that makes me tighten around the squirming bulge lodged inside me.

“I miss how much you love being on your knees for me. They were always bruised.”

I believe that.

If there’s anyone I want to get on my knees for, it’s him.

“But we’re here,” he mutters almost petulantly.

He takes a painfully slow time dragging himself out of me. Unfurling each knot and slipping each vine free until I’m empty.

“If we were alone, I would make you clean your mess.”

I follow his gaze down to the shiny puddle I’ve created across his crotch. And laugh. Head back, lungs heaving, laugh.

He gives me what he probably thinks is a stern frown.

“You did that,” I tell him, planting a kiss on his mouth.

His massive hands cross over my back and pull me tighter to him. “Did I? Did I make your pussy leak?”

I nod and kiss him harder. I circle his neck and hold him with enough strength to kill a normal man, but he only scoops me up and holds me tighter as he dismounts.

“We’re here, my love.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve never been this ... insatiable. This needy. I can’t even find the will to care about anything, but this beautiful monster ... this demiurge. It makes sense now why I want to be on my knees for him.

And not because he can destroy me in a hundred different ways with just his finger, but because I need to be with him. I need him. Need to feel him.

“I love you,”my mouth begs to whisper with an overwhelming wave so intense I start to cry.

He kisses me, licks the tears from my lips. He doesn’t ask why, but simply holds me until there are no more tears.

“Okay?” he asks when I sniffle and raise my face to his.

I nod. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so happy and scared and ... I’m feeling so much and...”

He cups my face between his hands. “You’re remembering. It’s going to be a lot. Humans think remembering is just images and moments. But there are emotions to those moments. Thoughts. Sadness and happiness. When you remember an entire life, it’s going to be overwhelming.”

I wipe my eyes, grateful that I don’t have to explain what I don’t even understand.

“I didn’t want to leave,” I confess, fingertips touching the aching pang between my breasts. “It hurts so bad.”

He holds me while I’m pulled under the weight of that singular realization. He stands rooted, solid and still as if he’s planted to the spot. A solid blanket of security keeping me grounded. He doesn’t tell me it’s okay. He doesn’t try to assure me that it will pass. He just digs roots into the earth and lets me feel it all.