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Ignatia

“Hey Captain Prettyface …” I whisper into his ear. “You got to wake up.”

I admire the prince's chiseled chest rising up and down.

He fainted after the marking, which is more common than not.

His skin seems to glow under the light of Estrella's sunset, and it contours his muscles perfectly.

He's sleeping against the bettamare flowers he grew during his marking, the ones that both him and I are touching lighting up.

He looks so ethereal. I wish someone could paint him this way.

His lips are curled up slightly. I chuckle to myself. Clearly he had enjoyed the marking.

The mark.

I run my thumb over his neck where the bite mark is. It's perfect. The marks my teeth made are purplish, permanently embedded in his skin.

I wish I had a mark of sorts.

I lean down and nip the tender spot on his neck. It earns a satisfying moan that makes me smile against his skin. Only I can do this to him. No one else gets this satisfaction.

They never will.

I lift my head to meet his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes. “I see you enjoyed my work.”

He furrows his brows before he brings a hand to his neck. For a moment, my heart skips, scared that he's regretting it, but after a few seconds he smiles to himself. “I can't believe that happened.” He says with a deep throaty voice.

“Me neither.” I smirk. “But I'm so glad that it did.”

“Me too.” He reaches out a hand and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “There’s no other woman I'd rather be marked by.”

My cheeks warm up as I stroke a thumb over his cheek. “No other man is worthy of my marking.”

His smile grows. “You really know how to make a man blush.”

“You look adorable flustered. I need tactics to keep you that way.”

He closes his eyes and tilts his head back against the bed. “I refuse to think you're real.”

“I was just thinking that you'd look lovely as a painting.” I stroke a thumb down his arm. “I’d pay to have a nude painting of you. Sleeping whimsically in the amare flowers, with the starshine on you.”

“I'd be honored, as long as I can have you painted.”

“Deal.” I lean down to kiss him again, falling into rhythm as our tongues caress one another’s. They start off slow, then get faster and passionate with time.

Soon enough, I feel hands on my mid back and thigh. Gently but firmly, I'm pushed and turned so my back is to the bed, and he's over me. Then those same hands go to my wrists and pin them above my head. My eyes widen as I meet his again.

“You're not leaving unsatisfied.” He says lowly. “I've had my pleasure.You will have yours.”

His eyes are dilated, showing nothing but love in his eyes. I've never really had someone who truly adores and cherishes me like him.

Here he is. The prince of Amara, in love with me. The same prince that wants to fuck me after he allowed me to mark him.

This is really history’s greatest mindfuck.

“I'm all yours,” I snicker.

Amias smirks as he leans down to my neck.

“Gentle,” I whisper. “Not too harsh.” There's a moment where he hesitates, before giving it a little nip, leaving my own heart to jolt. “That’s it…”

He keeps nipping and my excitement increases with each one. Uncontrollable moans escape my mouth realizing I've never felt this way about anyone else. He's new, still a virgin, but he's trying and succeeding with pleasuring me.

The atmosphere is very different with him. He's someone who's proven to love me. Someone I've loved enough to stay for.

He pulls away before making eye contact again.

“I’m forever yours, my flame.” He goes back down to my neck, before teasing my skin between his teeth.

He takes his sweet time, slowly and lovingly, making my nails turn sharp and my eyes strain.

I've had sex before, but the few times I have, none of them have taken their time.

He's focused on me, as if each nip is a symbol of love.

He pulls away from the nips, giving sweet kisses in the same spot instead.

More.

He pulls away and looks into my eyes. “We may not be soulmates, but there's no other woman that could have me. You're my star. My savior.”

My cheeks could've been tanning under Estrella's star. I've never felt so breathless and vulnerable, and yet so adored.

He continues, “You are freeing me, my flame. Unchaining me from the shame I've been handed. They can call me a monster fucker and ridicule me for loving you, but it won't change a thing. I want you. There will be no me without you.”

I shiver as he stares at my body. He studies me like I were a sculpture made from the finest gold. Completely mesmerized by me

There's something special about being naked under his gaze. I'm not just a thing to have sex with and toss aside. I'm more than that with him.

I close my eyes when he lowers his head to my chest. He's taking his time sucking at my breasts but at a pace too fast. “Slow, Amias…” I murmurs. “Make me hungry for your touch. Make me crave it.”

His rhythm drops to perfection and I tilt my head back at the beautiful sensation, enjoying every tingle going up my back. I tangle my fingers into his hair. “There you go…” I moan. “Perfect…”

I feel his body shudder when my fingers touch his neck, tugging a smirk at my lips. He's under my control like I’m under his. “You like praise, don't you?” I chuckle before he teases my chest again. I moan again only to laugh once more. “You love it when I do that.”

He makes eye contact with me. “So cocky, aren't you?”

“I felt you shudder under me.” I grab him by the cheeks and bring him closer to my face. “Now please me and admit you love it when I praise you.”

His face tints red as his lips part, scrunching his brows together. “How could I not? You're the one I've always wanted.”

A delightful shiver runs up my back at his defeat. “Beautiful, Amias.” I whisper.

His breath quivers. “That's not fair. The power you have over me” He goes back to my chest, leaving a trail of kisses going down my body, going towards my waist, and then beyond that.

I feel him there, at first a little fast like he was at my chest. Then, almost as if recalling my advice, he slows down to perfection after the next lick, striking my body with pleasure.

There's nothing more thrilling and exhilarating than this. Amias has his tongue on me. Pleasing me. I'm weak to Amias in the best ways, yet so empowered by his love. My body is overwhelmed by his touch.

“Fuck!” I moan. “You feel… so fucking good!”

He takes his time with it, shuddering while keeping my body pleasured until I finish.

Right after, Amias moves up beside me, grabbing me by the waist. I let him, feeling secure in his strong hold, laying my head so he could fit his in the crook of my neck.

I breathe heavily as he kisses my neck. “Are you satisfied?”

“Are you looking for more praise, Prettyface?” I chuckle.

He snickers. “I just want to please you.”

“You did.” My hands grip his at my waist. “You've never done this before and yet, you did better than all the other guys I've slept with.”

“Really?”

“Yes. None of them really took their time with it.”

He huffs. “I plan on doing even better in the future. If you’ve made me faint from pleasure, I need to be on the same level.” He kisses my cheek.

“You want me to faint?”

“I want you to feel how that marking felt. It was unbelievably good. You don't understand.” He sighs. “And your praise. I wouldn't have thought it would have such an effect on me.”

I kind of understand. He's been shamed his whole life for loving dreamscreechers, and is now being scolded by his Grandmother and even more by his kingdom, for simply wanting the truth.

I turn over my body to face him, him sliding his hands to my ass.

“You're in need of it, and the woman you’ve desired gave it to you.”

He sighs. “Perhaps.” His gaze goes over my shoulder, only for him to smile and look back at me. “I’m glad you're my first time.”

“And it won’t be the last time.” I grin back only to lean in his ear and whisper. “I can't wait to explore what other things make the prince of Love nervous.”

He snorts. “You say it like I know.”

“Just know you don't have to be ashamed around me. They might shame you, but I won't. I want to experiment with you with no fear of finding out what you're into.” I scrunch my brows. “Except with my dreamscreecher form. That's off limits.”

He sticks his tongue out in a sneer. “Understandable. Your dreamscreecher form doesn't belong in the bedroom.”

“Exactly.” I nod. “And nothing with crazy health hazards and non consent. I'm not into that.”

“Me neither.”

“Good. But otherwise, sex is supposed to be fun.” I stroke his cheek. “Don't be ashamed to try something with me. Just ask. I'm experimental.”

He smiles and laughs under his breath. “Just as long as you do the same. If you have something you want to experiment with, I'm open to it, even if I'm new into this.”

“You bet I will.” I focus on those beautiful eyes. Blue eyes. How did our paths even cross? How did I meet and fall in love with the grandson of Amara? With Amias? How?

I think back to the prophecies. They didn't bring our paths together, but it certainly kept them together. Without them, I would be off in Caelestia, never experiencing intimacy with Amias. Amias could've been dead.

Godusa. She wants us together. She's the reason I'm still here. She's the reason Amias is still alive. She's the reason we're in bed with each other ultimately. “You know… Godusa gave me many prophecies about you.”

“Many?”

“Yes. That's how I've been able to save you all of those times. Godusa wants you alive as much as I. She wants this .” I narrow my eyes, glancing away. “She hadn't given me prophecies until I met you.”

He perks a brow. “So my estranged aunt hooked us up?”

“Aunt?”

“All gifts are considered sisters by their father Cosmo, so yeah. She's technically my great aunt.” He laughs before taking in a deep breath “Why would she want me alive? I mean blood never really meant anything to either of them.” His eyes bug for a second. “You're not her descendant, are you?”

I shake my head curtly. Ew. “Godusa’s form is infertile. She has no kin besides the Gifts.”

He lets out a relieved breath. “Okay. My first thought was that she wants to ruin our lives but that theory’s out the window.”

I laugh. “I would've told you if we were related. I'd kill you before you made a move on me.”

He throws himself in a fit of chuckles before going back to silence. “I have no clue. She clearly wants something. ”

“Yes.” I take a moment to think. “I mean, you are the grandson of Amara. And you were willing to listen. I think you'll have a lot more influence on this kingdom than you think.”

Amias becomes quiet, taking a deep sigh. “I can only hope. It doesn't seem to be going well. Especially with the whole wish incident.”

“But maybe that's why she wants us together.” I stroke his cheek again. “She believes in us. She believes in you . Whatever happened to Cosmo's wish, it doesn't mean all hope's lost.”

He slowly starts to grin. “I hope you're right.”

I grin under his gaze. I believe in him. He’ll change the kingdom. We both will. Amara won't be a burden to my kingdom and we can heal each other. It will be okay.

There's vibration from his phone. I groan. “Fuck off!”

Amias reaches out for it. He pauses as he narrows his eyes on the phone. “It's Mother. It might be important.”

I groan. This one. So attached to his family, isn't he?

He takes the phone call, turning his back to me. I listen to the muffled sounds of Amorette while Amias makes short replies. He hangs up after a minute or two and turns over. “We have to go. Mother wants to have a birthday redo.”

I scowl. “To make up for the birthday that was almost your funeral?”

He kisses my cheek. “Thank you for saving my life back there. I'm forever in your debt.”

“Pay it up with cuddles and kisses,” I playfully stick my tongue out.

He leans down and nuzzles my neck. “I will always give you cuddles and kisses. That's not a problem.”

He suddenly moves away from me and gets up from the bed. I roll my eyes but reluctantly follow. “When we get back, we're stripping and going back to cuddling.”

“Oh trust me, I won't forget to do that,” As I stand up from bed, he grabs me by the waist from behind and kisses my neck. “I won't leave you unsatisfied forever.”

I cross my arms, resting my head on his. Why can't we just stay in each other's touch forever? “I know you won't.”