Page 76 of Fate of the Sun King

That’s it. I’m laying it all out now. No more hiding my feelings. No more giving her room to run from hers. If she doesn’t want this, then I’ll find somewhere to sink into the dust forever until I pass out of memory.

But she’s right there. I can feel it.

Her eyes fill with tears.

“I knew that,” she whispers. “I think I knew that.”

“Good,” I say, and then we’re kissing again. It’s tender at first, but a storm has been brewing, and we cave to the pressure that threatens to suffocate us both. The kiss deepens, and then I can’t seem to get her clothes off fast enough.

Now I know why she’s always felt so familiar—she was destined for me from the very beginning.

I tug down her boots and then her leggings, and then I push her back so I can slide them off, trying not to tear every stitch, but really, who cares?

She’s so beautiful and perfect, just like the first time I saw her. I can’t believe she’s mine. I hope she’s mine this time. I’m sure this is what Zerra intended for us. How could anything else feel so right?

I stand up and pull her with me, just so I can take her all in. I’m torn between which I need more—my tongue or my cock inside her—but so help me, before we’re done, I’m going to do both many times over. She tugs at the button on my pants and then slides her hand in, palming my cock, which feels like it’s about to explode.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as my head tips against hers. “You have no idea how much I want you, Lor.”

“I want you, too,” she says as she arches her head and sucks my neck, her hand tightening around me, pumping me with slow, firm strokes. My moan vibrates through every cell of my body, my orgasm already cresting, but I don’t want to let go. I’m not even close to done with her yet.

She tugs at my waistband with her free hand, and I help her out, stepping back before I shove my pants down, stripping down to nothing. For several breaths, we just watch one another. I file every piece of her into my memory. The dusting of freckles on the swells of her breasts. The softness of her thighs. The mole on her left ribcage. The birthmark on her hip and the brand from Nostraza charred into her shoulder.

Her eyes drag over me, from my face and over my chest and down to my stomach, resting on my painfully erect cock.

She looks up slowly and then licks her lips, and I remember vividly what it was like to have her mouth wrapped around it. That was still the single hottest moment of my life. Tonight I have every intention of leaving that day in the dust.

But I’m trying hard not to take over. Though every primal instinct roaring through my veins wants to throw her down and claim her, I don’t want to scare her again. I want her to feel like this is her choice and take exactly what she needs.

When she presses herself against me, my entire body shivers at the contact, every muscle tightening and melting at the same time. Her mouth hits the curve of my collarbone, her lips searing into my skin. Slowly, she trails them higher, up the column of my neck, stretching onto her toes, and I tip my head down until our mouths are an inch apart.

We hover there, breathing in each other’s space, and this is the moment when I understand there will be no going back.

She’s not just my mate. Not just the woman I’ve fallen in love with. She is every star in the sky and every wish I’ve ever wanted. This moment right now will define every single one that comes after it from now until eternity. I feel it in my bones. This isn’t just true love. Lor has a destiny to fulfill, and I am sure that I am a part of it.

This is something so much bigger than either of us.

“Nadir,” she whispers before she closes the distance, her mouth sealing against mine. She pushes me back until my legs hit the divan under the window. I collapse, taking her with me as she straddles my hips. With her hands gripping my shoulders, she slides her swollen, wet pussy against me, and I moan with the absolute exquisite ecstasy of every sensation.

Finally, I can’t keep my hands off her anymore, and I grab her hips, grinding her down against me for more friction. My fingers dig into her soft skin as I cling to her for dear fucking life. More of my magic releases, twisting around my limbs. I see the faint crackle of red lightning dance at the edges of her body.

“Nadir,” she gasps again.

“What do you want?” I ask. “Do whatever you need. Take me inside you. Use me. Fucking ride me, Lor. I’m here at your feet, ready to give you everything.”

Her head snaps up, and I worry it’s too much. Have I made the same mistake again? But she smiles, the corner of her mouth lifting in a way that makes me want to bite down on every inch of her.

She reaches between us and takes me in her hand, stroking me before she lifts herself up and then positions me at her entrance. I hold my breath as my entire body vibrates with want and need and everything I’m trying so hard to hold back.

Slowly, so slowly, she sinks down, gasping as her mouth forms a perfect “O.”

“Gods, you’re so fucking tight,” I whimper.

My forehead falls against her as I groan. I can tell she needs a moment to adjust, so I give her that, holding back with all my strength instead of thrusting into her like I so desperately want.

“Look at me,” I demand, and her gaze hits mine as her head comes up. She doesn’t look away as she slowly takes me inch by glorious fucking inch. “Gods, you feel so good. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.”

Her mouth parts, and she leans in to kiss me, our tongues slicking together as she rolls her hips. Finally, she’s fully seated, and our twin shudders practically ripple the surrounding air like it was also holding its breath.