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Ellyn fell silent, a minor miracle in itself. “Yes, I… Does yours?”
Draven’s words regarding his and Noemi’s friendly relationship came back to me, and with the manner in which Ellyn smiled at her, it appeared as though I’d found my next pair to match.
Arin rented a room, organized our scant belongings be brought in later, and key in-hand, he invited me inside, then locked the door behind us. I didn’t make it another step. Arin’s arms came around me, dragging me into his embrace. He nuzzled my neck from behind. “Tell me what you want, I’ll do anything… just so long as it involves loving you.”
“Love me then, Love’s prince. Tell me a story with your body, and take me away,” I said.
“I will.” He laced his fingers with mine. “I’ll take you to wherever you wish to go. Although, I’m not the most skilled of storytellers here.”
“You’re a better liar than juggler.”
“I’ve been practicing.”
“Hm, then will you show me how you juggle balls?” I asked, and with a smirk, Arin dropped to his knees. Yes, I’d found my happy ever after with the Prince of Flowers, the Prince of Hearts, the Prince of Honey and Sunshine. And perhaps, with his help, I truly did deserve it.
CHAPTER58
Arin
I madesure to treat Lark as though he were the most precious thing in all the shatterlands. More precious than any gem or jewel in Pain’s vaults, more precious than all the flowers in my meadows. His every shudder rippled through me, and every moan was a delight to hear. I laid him on the bed, ordered him to stay, and undid his clothes, taking off each layer to reveal the prize beneath.
His eyes tracked my every move.
It didn’t seem real, he and I, here with no threat hanging over our heads. Love was a heady drug lifting my heart and soul, entwining both with Lark. He laced his right hand with mine, fingers missing, and I drew it to my lips for a kiss. Of all his stories, his poems, and fantasy tales, ours was the most amazing of all.
I straddled his hips, the both of us now naked. He stroked my thighs and skimmed my navel, making my breath catch. With a laugh, I leaned forward, trapping him under me, and reveled in the feel of hot skin and firm muscles. “Did you ever dream people like us would get a happy ending?”
“No,” he admitted. “All my dreams were nightmares, until you showed me hope was a real thing.”
I rose up and clutched his erection in my grip, caressing his slick length. His eyes turned to dark pools of lust.
“Are you still mad at me?” he asked, biting his bottom lip.
“Perhaps.” I gave his cock a squeeze and he bucked, then laughed breathlessly.
“I was about to ask if you’d punish me, but I see you have that covered.”
“Oh, I’m going to punish you, Prince of Storms.” I smiled, dropped his cock, climbed off him, gripped his thighs, and shifted him higher, placing his ass onto my lap. His legs spread, bracketed around me, and now I had him where I wanted him. “And you’ll beg for more.”
Pleasure danced in his beautiful eyes. “Prince of Contradictions.”
We were slick enough to begin with, and as I stroked my cock over his hole, his cock jumped, eager for touch. I’d give it—give him—everything and anything he desired. I was wholly his, in every way. I’d die for him, live for him, and as I stroked in and out, lighting a spark to the tinder of passion, I knew he’d do the same for me.
“Marry me,” I said, gasping, thrusting. I clasped his cock again, making him arch and moan. His lips parted and his tongue swept over them. “Join with me, be mine, and I’ll be yours.” I scooped him up, clutched him close, chest to chest, breathless and dizzy. My cock throbbed within him, while his leaked against my abs.
His smile danced. He draped his arms over my shoulders. “You could have a thousand others, any man or woman you desire.”
I brushed my thumb along his bottom lip, then dragged it down and kissed him. Our tongues teased. I nipped and blinked away. “You are worth a thousand of them. More. I want only you. So will you?”
He lifted a shoulder in a weak shrug. “I’ll think about it,” he lied. He’d already made his choice. The yes was in his eyes, in his body and how he quivered around mine. His body never lied.
“Yes, of course yes, a thousand times yes, fool.” He laughed.
I laughed too and kissed him harder, then there was no more laughter, just taste and touch, tremors and hisses, until we moved as one, colliding in love. I was his fool, and he my prince, and nothing had ever been more real in my life than this moment.
This true love.
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