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At last, I breathe a deep sigh, lean over to press my breasts to his chest, and whisper in his ear, “Your soul harem, Ary.”
One lightning bolt’s worth of a moment, and he’s shifted our positions, leaving me winded, breathless, gaping up at him. “Oh!” I cry from the intensity when he pulls out and plunges into me again, rooting deep to the hilt.
Sweat clings to my brow. All my muscles have weakened to a near boneless state. But I wrap my legs around him, clenching tight. He covers my mouth with his and thrusts my arms above my head so he may taste me again. A pure surge of lustful energy sweeps through my body right before I clamp my hardest.
As soon as my knees give out and I fall back against the bed, the God of Death shoves my thighs wide until I’m practically spread-eagled. Muscles bulging, Ary circles his hips to penetrate my deepest core until I gulp for air, feeling the power in his upper thighs and lower muscles of his stomach as he pounds into me again and again.
Closing my eyes, I receive him, accept him...reaphim.
And once he explodes inside me, pumping icy seed into my hot chamber, I thrash my hair. Then gasp, moan, scream into his mouth. Arching my back, I tighten all my muscles. Heated lightning currents shiver up my spine. My whole body trembles and shudders in pure goddess ecstasy as the currents violently splash my face with glory and paradise.
His shaft spasms, body shivering against mine. With a tender kiss upon my throat, Ary drags his mouth to mine and murmurs against it, “I will release all to their ancestral realm. Except forone.” I snap my gaze to his, lower my brows, and open my mouth to protest, but Ary deepens his eyes, seeking mine. That member throbs inside me, giving little twitches to pump the last of his seed into me. “Will you trust me, Isla?” he questions with a new challenge and traces my lips with his tongue.
I moan.
Not once do his eyes blink. Just a steady, tranquil gaze of fathomless silver. A celestial sea of starlight. Finally, I heave my shoulders back, sigh, and offer him a soft nod.
“Good girl. Now...where were we?”
My mouth rises to greet his, and our desires unite once again.
* * *
History repeats itself.
At dawn after our long night is over, and all but one bride spirit has evanesced to their ancestral, eternity homes as Aryahn Kryach had vowed, I return to the Underworld of Nathyan Ghyeal.
Whatever pain in my body bows to the Isle-sent burning, divine pleasure.
This time, my determination is tenfold. Everything feels stronger as the Cryth River spirits vault me through the water and to the dais. This time, I land on my feet, not on my knees. Raw power courses through my figure as if my Nether-mark surges fire and ice through my skin, my muscles, my blood, my bones, my very heart, and my soul. My body judders from this new force.
It’s too much power. Too much god-essence, and I understand the source. And what I must do with it.
“Isla!” a familiar voice exclaims before the Court.
I posture, lifting my eyes to my leyanyn as she rises from the throne to approach me while cradling the swell of her belly. All around me, countless stewards and servants work to repair the Citadel after the Sleeping Stallion’s damage. But I don’t have time to examine further when Franzy embraces me tight. My breath leaves in ragged gasps.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” she says, her warmth seeping into my body. I battle the urge to wince because my lungs burn with heaven’s light, and my blood burns with hellfire.
The moment she kisses me is when the vision soars into my mind:
Franzy is sitting upon the throne of bones. She is so beautiful wearing the crown,mycrown I love so much, the crown of black crystal and diamond-tipped bones woven with golden vines. The crown of the Queen of the Underworld. The entire court kneels before her while she holds a babe to nurse at her chest. A daughter. The Princess of Talahn-Feyal. Half-Ith and half-human. The first sovereign to truly bring unity and peace?with the guidance of her half-born mother?to the Underworld, to all Talahn-Feyal is Franzy’s daughter! Oh, gods!
And I am not there beside her. The throne next to hers is...empty. For Franzy is strong enough to rule without a King or a Queen.
When the vision wavers, I gasp and face my leyanyn. I clasp her face to mine and kiss her unrelenting and deep. Tears flow, burning down my cheeks because I know...somehow, I know this,thisis our last kiss. Like a firebolt, my pulse hammers blood into my ears, heart ramming against my rib cage with the need to release this energy, this godlypower.
“Where’s Allysteir?” is my first question when I break free, gasping.
She cups my shoulder, concerned. “No one knows. After he defeated the Sleeping Stallion, he was knocked unconscious. But when he woke, he climbed upon Ifrynna, and they left the Citadel.”
I rub my lips, knots forming in my stomach, my chest, my throat from the knowledge I may never see him again. But I can’t deny the need inside me?this overpowering craving, the pull I’ve had all my life?magnified by a hundred-fold, no...a thousand-fold.
I know where I need to go.
“I’ll always love you, leyanyn.” I squeeze her hands with rivers of tears trickling down my cheeks. A firestorm roars up my spine, and I suck in a sharp breath while Franzy narrows her eyes.
“I have something for you.” She summons a nearby steward who brings her the crown which she passes to me. “You left it in the catacombs.”
