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Love’s heart scatters into a million stars, a solar system forming within her. No one will ever come close to this.

To him.

Andrew changes their position, seizing her thighs and looping them over his shoulders. This alters the slant of his cock. He strikes a narrow spot that makes her shriek, her body jolting under the magnitude of his thrusts.

Beneath the surface, her wings thrash. Pleasure ripples through the fringes, vibrates along the feathers’ stems, the wild sensation is beyond comprehension. She’s never felt it reach the panels before, hadn’t known it was possible.

She hunches, pressing her forehead to his own while her hips flay against his. Andrew straightens, bands one arm around her middle and dives his fingers into her hair, securing the roots.Anchored, braced like two branches of a fortress, they pound into one another.

Love’s limbs drape down his back, thighs falling wider. Her breasts rush against his chest, her pussy clings to his cock, and her spirit flies into the ether. Ramming together, they hurl themselves after the climax, fucking into each other. Her cries build, pleading, demanding.

“Come for me,” she cries.

“Come with me,” he grunts. “Come like a goddess. Come on.”

Then he slams his mouth onto hers. A dozen rapid strikes of his cock, and her world goes black. Love bellows into his kiss, their tongues entangled, her body rupturing.

Andrew’s mouth quakes, a growl of release wracking his frame, the noise shattering through Love. The muscles of his cock convulse with her pussy, both pulsating and pouring into one another, cum streaming inside her.

Her wings bat against her skin, the plumes frantic to rip free. Somehow, Love finds the fortitude to repress them, all the while howling to The Stars. Mutinous sounds of ecstasy amplify through the wilderness, where they shall remain, echoing for eternity.

Andrew sweeps his hips, tenderly plying her cunt, drawing out the final orgasm until she’s depleted. Love collapses into his arms, which encase her like iron, their hearts thumping in tandem.

For a while, they regain their breaths. So now Love knows. This is what she’s been missing.

This mortal caresses every inch of her skin—other than her spine, which is blocked by the quiver and longbow. Yet Love feels the touch down to her plumage, the feathers quivering just under the surface. While she came, the wings had nearly burst free. And for the first time, Love wishes she had let them.

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“Do you like being a goddess?” he murmurs against her jaw.

Love pauses. No one has ever asked her that.

“Deities aren’t trained to consider such a thing,” she whispers into his shoulder. “I do like having authority and wielding a bow. Or rather, I used to like matchmaking, but now I merely favor the archery part of it—not the manipulation. But while my mindset has changed, I’m not skilled at anything else. There’s no alternative for my kind.”

Now that they have filled the woods with shouts, the world has fallen silent. Basking in the aftermath of fucking, neither of them are willing to move. Andrew had hissed when Love attempted to wiggle away, offering him the option to retreat indoors. Instead, he’d yanked her back to him, his cock still erect inside her.

He arranges the fur blanket around their waists, leaving their upper bodies naked. Wrapping her in his arms and sneaking one hand beneath the cover, he draws fine lines over Love’s ass. “There’s more to you. Matchmaking fuels your ego, but when you let your guard down, I hear it in your voice and see it on your face, how much you want people to feel their bonds. You could do countless other things with that kind of passion.”

The question sounds small to her ears. “You believe that?”

“What matters is whatyoubelieve.” His free thumb skims her cheekbone. “Don’t doubt yourself.”

Love swallows against his shoulder. Except she’ll never have the opportunity to find out. Sadness overcomes Love as she straightens and regards the dome of celestials beyond the treetops.

Andrew follows her gaze. “Show me which one is yours.”

The Star that birthed Love doesn’t shine. Yet she points east to a gap between four specks of light.

“I don’t see it,” Andrew says. But when she points again, he muses, “It’s dark.”

“It’s stubborn,” she replies.

Chuckling, Andrew twines his fingers into her hair, his tone husky from mating. “No. It’s rare.”

Astride his lap, Love snuggles deeper into his chest, as if she’ll find the answer to every mystery in his embrace. And this is what it’s like to feel safe.

They spend endless minutes touching, exploring, wandering. Their hands move of their own volition, as do their lips. His mouth feasts on her neck, and then his tongue trails along the ledge of her ear, until Love has dissolved into a boneless heap.

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