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Chapter 34

Kaya

E ach slow, upward stroke of his tongue has me shaking even more. I’m murmuring nonsense. It just feels so damn good. The tip of his tongue swirls through my folds as if he doesn’t know where to settle. He tips his head one way and then the other as he delves deeper. His horns are cool on the flushed skin of my thighs, and I’m losing my mind. His tongue slips deep inside me and pleasure rockets up my spine. My inner muscles spasm as if to capture the wet heat he brings. The tension in me builds and builds and builds as his tongue and teeth nip and tease. He’s teasing me, making me wait for it. Sweat blooms on my chest, in the nooks of my arms, and behind my knees. A curled finger enters me and he focuses his mouth on my stiff bud, tongue dancing over the most sensitive spot. I raise my hips, but he stops and gives me a commanding look. I go still and swallow. With his lips slicked with my wetness, his horns glinting in the dim light, his wings stretched wide, and that expression, he is truly my monster. He resumes his work, now using two fingers inside and his tongue flicking faster. It feels like tiny, hot sparks are traveling up from his mouth, and I look down to see fire magic lighting my body and his face. Ecstasy rises wild and unabashed in me and I cry out as my body clamps on his fingers. Every spasm is more powerful than the one before.

I collapse as satisfaction undulates through my bones, and I’m as limp and heavy as dough with too much water. He pulls away and I reach for him, so he tucks me into his embrace, his wings wrapped around us.

“You’re so beautiful, Kaya. I will never stop telling you. I need a new word to describe you,” he whispers against my ear.

“I love you, Cyrus.”

“I love you, Kaya. Always and forever.”

We spend the next two days in bed, only leaving to find food downstairs. It seems word has spread well enough so that no one tries to come to the bakery and none of my employees attempt to find me. There are bonuses to a small town especially ones with a Betilda, gossip queen and protector of love.

When we are finally washing up and readying to see the outside world again, a wave of anxiety threatens to drown me. I pause in putting my hair up. I can’t voice what I fear. But I must. I’m strong enough. I trust myself to deal with whatever happens here. He is worth the risk.

“You still want to get married, right?” I ask, silently proud that my voice is steady.

Cyrus’s eyes narrow and my heart squeezes. He leaves his boots unlaced to cross the room and sweep me into his arms.

“I will marry you every day until I die if you wish it.”

I laugh, relief filling my lungs with air, and I kiss his handsome mouth. I savor the feel of his big arms around me.

“I do wish it, Cyrus. Propose to me every dawn and I promise to always say yes .”

Needless to say, we didn’t quite make it outside that day either.