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Or the size of him?

I don’t even know...

I can’t picture it fitting...

But because I also know there’s only one way to find out, well—

Mmph.

My eyes automatically drift close at the same time my lips close around him. I have no idea if I’m doing things right, but I think I am, if the sounds he’s making are any clue, and the way he’s gripping my hair so tightly, and he’s started directing the movements of my head.

I can barely breathe as the pace picks up, but I don’t care. I really don’t. All I want is to make him happy because that makesmehappy, and the way his big, strong thighs are trembling—it makes my own body tremble and my senses reel. I can’t believe I’m affecting him this way, and I just...I just...oh, please, please, I just want him to—

“Samira!”

A powerful shudder rocks his big, hard body as he grits my name out, and then he’s coming inside of my mouth, and his essence is both nothing and everything I expected, pouring down my throat so, so fast that I almost choke.Almost.But I manage to swallow every drop, and when he pulls me up, the look on my king’s gorgeous face...

Oh, Hexius, my love.

He’s completely undone, and the way he’s staring at me—

Oh, please, please, please.

Am I allowed to think that he’s started falling in love with me, too?

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THE DAYS EVENTUALLYturn into a week, and this time, oh this time, I think I finally have the courage to tell my mate that I’m in love with him.

Just thinking about it makes me feel like throwing up, but at the same time, it also makes my heart flutter with wild hope. I guess this is what it means to be crazy in love?

I’ve just stepped out of the shower when I see him in our suite, but the smile on my lips falter at the look on his handsome face, and my stomach starts cramping out of the blue.

“Is...is something wrong?”

I ask this even though I already know.

“Is it the treaty—”

Even though I don’t want to face it, and a part of me desperately wants to stay blind—

“The treaty has been signed.”

A part of me already knows the truth, and all I can do is swallow hard as I look into the eyes of the man I love, but all he does is gaze back at me like he never knew me. “Then...what’s wrong? I d-don’t under—”

“This is about you and me.”

I know the truth is always meant to set us free.

“I’ve changed my mind about marrying you.”

But why, oh why does it have to hurt so, so much?