Page 96 of Too Dangerous To Die

I press my mouth to his first—soft and tentative at the edges—but the moment he exhales against my lips, the kiss deepens. His hand finds my waist, anchoring me to him as our bodies relearn each other not through urgency, butgratitude.This isn’t a battlefield. Not anymore.

It’s a beginning.

I crawl into his lap, knees bracketing his hips, my cloak slipping from my shoulders as his hands slide beneath it. His touch is reverent, mapping every inch of skin like it’s a language he once forgot and is now relearning syllable by syllable. The warmth between us grows—slow, steady,earned.He kisses the side of my throat, the hollow between my collarbones, the curve of my jaw, and I feel myself open to him like a prayer.

“I almost lost you,” I breathe, hands in his hair, pulling him closer. “Don’t make me say goodbye again.”

“You won’t,” he swears, voice trembling. “Not in this life. Not in the next.”

His hands slide along my thighs, my ribs, my spine. Everywhere he touches, magic sparks—gentle and golden, soft like the first morning light. I arch into him, breath hitching when his mouth returns to mine, deeper this time. More desperate. But still gentle.

Stillus.

Clothes fall away like mist.

No rush.

No command.

Just hands and mouths and gasps shared in the cradle of sacred earth. The runes carved into the surrounding trees glow faintly, echoing our bond—lighting in response to every whispered vow, every murmured name. He lowers me onto the moss, his body covering mine, and for what feels like lifetimes, there is no fear in being touched.

Only awe.

His weight is comforting. Real.

I trace the cracks still etched along his shoulders—remnants of the death that nearly claimed him. They shimmer under my fingertips, silver and warm, like rivers of starlight carved into flesh.

He shudders.

“Nora,” he says, broken and raw. “Tell me this isn’t a dream.”

I wrap my arms around him and hold him close.

“It’s not,” I whisper. “It’s finally real.”

When he presses into me, I don’t break.

Ibecome.

His cock fills me slowly, achingly, stretching me in a way that makes my breath hitch and my body arch toward him. The sensation is overwhelming—not just the physical fullness, but the way his presence seems to seep into every part of me, as if our souls are entwining as deeply as our bodies.

I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders, and he stills, giving me a moment to adjust, to breathe, to feel.

“Nora,” he murmurs, his voice rough with restraint, his forehead pressed to mine. His breath is warm against my lips, and I can feel the faint tremble in his arms as he holds himself above me.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper, my voice trembling too. “I need all of you, Rhaegar.”

He obeys, his hips rolling forward with a slow, deliberate thrust that makes me moan. My pussy clenches around him, and he groans, low and deep, the sound vibrating through me like a second pulse. He pulls back almost completely, teasing me with the loss of him, before sliding in again, deeper this time, his cock hitting a spot that sends sparks shooting up my spine.

“Yes, Rhaegar, take me, my mate. Brand me,” I urge him to give his everything to me. To own me. To crave me. To make me his for all eternity and the lifetimes to come.

“Gods, you’re the best thing that happened to me, Nora,” he murmurs, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His warm breath brushes against my skin, and goosebumps explode all over me.

The rhythm builds between us, slow and deliberate, each movement a promise, a vow. His hands grip my hips, guiding me as I rise to meet him, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every thrust is met with a gasp, every withdrawal a plea for more. The heat between us grows, a steady, building fire that threatens to consume us both.

He worships me like I’m the last thing in this world worth believing in.

His mouth finds my breasts, his lips brushing against my skin as he murmurs my name like a mantra. His teeth graze my collarbone, and I shudder, my nails raking down his back. He doesn’t hurry, doesn’t rush. He takes his time, savoring every sound I make, every shiver that runs through me.

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