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The king sucked in a breath. “Speak plain, maiden. What do you want?”

“To spend midnight in your embrace.”

Our breaths were as uneven as our heartbeats. That must be the point of sharing a heartbeat with him. How could we ever lie to one another? I could feel the shifts in him.

I tilted his face upward, for he remained on his knees. “Will you spend midnight in my bed, sir?”

“I cannot fathom any creature who would turn from such a prospect, and certainly not I.” He stood, and I could see the ridge of his hardness straining against his trousers.

“Does the unevenness of our power bother you, See?” I asked quietly. “Might I do something to alleviate it?”

“I would hope not.” His low voice curled around me, as tangible as his arm that curled around my waist. He drew me tight, and then hissed when I stroked my fingers over his cock.

“Do you see a king who was robbed of his title and power? I was a king who was meant to possess great power for a time so that I might eventually tend to a queen who possessesultimatepower. I had to understand her, and now I am richer in immortality than ever before.”

Truth.He did not begrudge the differences in our power as I had sometimes done.

I hooked my fingers in his trousers, then pressed my lips to his chest through his black tunic. “Then take me to my chambers, sir. Midnight calls us to finish what we have started.”

King See lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He could have unfastened his trousers and taken me right there.

I would have let him. This was my queendom after all.

But there was something deadly important about what we were about to share. This was crucial in the whole scheme of how we would survive immortality together. This moment must be perfect.

We would explore and share in one other.

King See hoisted me higher to kiss and bite up my neck. I granted him access, moaning.

“Hurry,” I urged.

I felt his body coil to break into a blurring run.

Except ancients were unmerciful, and they must vastly anticipate small amusements such as delaying the daylight activities of a queen and her conquered king.

“Where are you going?” called an annoyed monster. He was often annoyed, King Take. “You can fuck each other later!”

ChapterSeventeen

Stompings

Shacklings

Stitches

Cacklings

King See hastily placed me on my feet and blurred back, as if he expected a violent outburst. I could not blame him, but this was the second time madness had not kicked me into a blinded obsession.

I hummed. “My power now exceeds the power of kings, and so there is naught to fear, and so no reason for madness in obsession. I feel the same reassurance in obsession that you recently felt, sir.”

His brow cleared. “So I witness.”

There were other bodily matters that King Take had interrupted, however, and I stomped three times, unable to stop the outlet of frustration.

“Did she just stomp?”King Take exclaimed from somewhere outside the gate.

I gritted my teeth.

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