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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

JORGE

C harlotte crashed into me. I caught her as if I’d been waiting my whole life to do just that. Because I had.

She felt exactly as she should—like warmth, like home, like a part of me. I buried my face against her neck, breathing her in. The scent of crushed petals and battle-sweat settled into my bones.

She was here. In my arms. And I would never let her go.

Then a whisper. Low at first, but growing. The sound of shifting weight, of murmured dissent. A voice finally rose above the rest, its tone dripping with disdain.

“She can’t expect us to bow down to a human.”

I’d known it wouldn’t be easy. I’d spent years plotting, scheming, fighting just to be near Charlotte again, let alone stand at her side in the open. And now, as her people—our people—watched with wary eyes, doubt and judgment swirling among them, I realized something.

I was done hiding.

I was done waiting.

I would not scheme or crawl or pretend I was anything less than what I was: a man who loved her. A man who had fought through blood and fire to stand beside her.

I began to set her on her feet, ready to step forward and face the challenge head-on.

Charlotte beat me to it.

Steel flashed.

The noble fae male barely had time to react before Charlotte’s dagger was pressed to his throat.

“I may not be a money-grubbing, social-climbing snake like my mother.” The snarl curled from her lips, carrying through the crowd. “But I am a warrior, and I will gut anyone who comes for what is mine.”

The fae male swallowed hard, his throat bobbing against the blade .

“Make no mistake that I protect what is mine. The man who has my heart as well as the people under my care. Stay under my rule or leave now. Those are your choices.”

Silence. Heavy. Unrelenting.

Charlotte pulled the dagger away, stepping back. Before she could say another word, I grabbed her wrist. I yanked her to me. And then I kissed her.

Right there, before them all. I kissed her slow, deep, and claiming.

The merchants chuckled, murmuring approval. The servants whooped, delighted. The nobles? The nobles still looked uneasy.

I grinned against Charlotte’s lips. We’d manage them later. Right now, there was a more pressing matter. It was pressing hard against the front of my pants into Charlotte's belly.

I don't remember leaving the town square. Sometime later, we arrived at the path that led to the manor. I'd come to this place twelve years ago, not realizing it would be the one place in the world that I would find love and acceptance.

As the grand edifice of the manor loomed before us, I felt Charlotte's hand in mine, her grip firm and assertive. She had always been the flame to my moth. Any time spent away from her had been nothing but darkness—a vast, empty night where the cold gnawed at my bones and every breath felt hollow.

With her, there was light. There was warmth. She burned bright enough to chase away the shadows that had haunted me for years, and I would follow her into the fire without hesitation, even if it consumed me whole.

She tugged me toward the manor instead of the stables, and my steps faltered.

"No more sneaking around in stables. Well, not unless we're role-playing. You're the master of the house now. We'll fuck in the master suite."

We stepped inside, the heavy wooden door closing behind us with a resonant thud. The familiar faces of the servants greeted us. Their features were expressionless, but there was still a knowing as they bowed their heads in respectful acknowledgment.

The moment the door to the master suite clicked shut behind us, Charlotte's fingers tore at the buttons of her gown. The material parted, revealing swathes of pale purple skin that drank in the daylight.

I had only ever seen her body by candlelight, in the dead of night.

Her wings, the pride of her fae heritage, unfolded with a whisper of dark purple elegance.

She stretched them wide, the delicate membrane fluttering like the petals of a night-blooming flower.

My mouth watered like a faucet turned on full blast. There was the sight of her bared breasts, the ripe swell of desire between her legs, and those magnificent wings making my cock even harder.

I shed my clothes in haste, discarding them without care as my gaze remained locked on the vision before me. The distance between us vanished as she reached out, her hands finding purchase on my shoulders and pulling me down onto the bed atop her waiting form.

"Let me taste you, starlight."

"Not this time. I want you inside me first."

With a lithe twist of her hips, Charlotte flipped us. Now atop me, she positioned herself, her fingers circling the base of my arousal. A languid smile played on her lips as she guided me to her entrance, and then, with a single fluid motion, she descended upon me.

As Charlotte took control, riding me with an insatiable rhythm, I let her. She was always welcome to have her way with me. It was just the way the gods made me.

My hands roamed over the silken expanse of her purple skin, tracing the contours that I knew so well yet could never tire of exploring. Her wings quivered with each thrust and swivel of her hips.

I gritted my teeth, fighting to hold back the tide of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. Her body enveloped me completely. The sensation of her working me, sliding up and down, sent shivers through my thighs on down to my toes.

Her pace quickened, breaths coming in short gasps, signaling the approach of her release. With a sudden arch of her back, Charlotte's climax tore through her. Her inner muscles clenched tightly, milking me with a fervor that pushed me past the brink.

My patience was no match for the tight sleeve of her intimate muscles.

I came at the first involuntary clench. The feeling I'd had on my tongue, on my fingers, was multiplied immeasurably with her muscles squeezing the life out of my cock.

Together, we crested the wave of ecstasy, our cries mingling in the air.

Spent from the force of her orgasm, Charlotte's strength waned.

She collapsed down onto me, a cascade of dark purple tresses framing her flushed face.

Her weight was a welcome comfort, grounding me as aftershocks of pleasure pulsed through our entwined bodies.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, savoring the lingering warmth of our connection as we both fought to catch our breath.

"Hunh," she said, her lips pursing against my chest.

"Yeah." I agreed with the assessment I knew was forthcoming.

"That was too quick."

"Far too quick," I echoed. "Can I fuck you with my tongue now? "

"I heard there's a way you can lick me while I suck you."

I raised a brow. "Heard?"

"I saw it in a book. Want me to show you?"

I flipped her body around, placing us in the position she was referencing. I felt her grin against the tip of my cock as I took my first of a million licks at the center of my love.

Her taste was divine, a blend of sweetness and desire that made my head swim. I took my time, teasing and tasting, committed to drawing out her pleasure just as she had commanded mine. Charlotte's moans vibrated through me, fueling my own ardor as her mouth worked wonders below.

We feasted on each other, lost in a world where only sensation mattered. Each caress and lap pushed us closer to the edge of bliss once more. But neither of us was in a rush to get to the end. I was going to take a long time with her. I was going to take forever with her.

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