Page 99 of Wind and Water
Tipping her chin to look at me, she says, “Maybe, but she did attack me. Not to mention the underlying plot to do away with your mother and brother so that she could become queen. I’m pretty sure she deserved what she got, but you didn’t. I know it was difficult for you to bait her.”
I let out the breath I’ve been holding. “Thank you, Wren.”
“You should bathe and get dressed for dinner. I sat for an hour while three of the maids fussed over me to get me to look like this.” She steps out of my arms and holds the gown’s skirt out for viewing.
“As beautiful as you look, you were perfect before they fussed over you.”
Her cheeks grow pink at the compliment. “Just a bit of a glow up. In all the important ways, I’ll be the same.”
I kiss her forehead. “Truer words were never spoken. What were you working on when I came in?”
“Nothing, just a bit of braiding. Lila brought me some pieces of cloth. I find that I miss my craft.” She shrugs.
“I’m sorry. I thought we’d have made it back here months ago.” I should have done more, been better, and protected her from harm. I’ve failed in every way.
“It’s not your fault, Liam. As much as it pains you, you don’t control everything.” She taps my chest, then lets her hand linger on my skin. “I suppose it would be terrible if we were late for an important dinner.”
As I pull her close, my cock has already alerted to the invitation in her voice. “What did you learn today when you went to the mountain?”
She presses her center tight against me and makes a little feline sound. “I learned how to make wind without the danger of death surrounding me. I almost made a portal, but it collapsed.” There’s fire in her eyes and excitement that has nothing to do with the way she’s rubbing against me.
“You like the magic lessons?” I grip her ass and lift her, but miles of fabric bunch between us as she wraps her legs around me. Another woman might worry about her clothes getting wrinkled, but not my Wren.
“I do like the magic growing inside me. I’m forever amazed that I have power after a lifetime of being small and soft.” She kisses my neck and runs her tongue to my ear. “Do you have magic that will whisk these clothes away?”
Calling my magic, I send our clothes into a neat pile on the chair. “You have always been the strongest person I’ve ever known, with or without magic.”
She presses her arms on my shoulders and lifts herself so my cock is precariously close to paradise. As she eases down, my head slips inside her soft wetness. “We’re going to be so late for dinner.”
Backing up to the bed, I sit and thrust deep inside her. “Gods, you’re perfect.”
Wren pushes me to my back and rides me hard and fast. “If we’re quick, no one will notice.” She pants and digs her fingers into my chest while lifting and lowering her core to take me, over and over.
I grip her hips and lift my knees and press my feet against the footboard so that I can push us to the center of the bed. “I don’t care who knows as long as you come so hard, you’re smiling all through dinner and still thinking about this while we’re dancing later.”
Staring at me with her mouth and eyes wide, she bursts out laughing. “I hope none of the guests are mind readers.”
I lift my hips and slowly fill her. “If they are, they’ll know I love you. I want you. I’m never going to get enough of you. You are the other half of me that I didn’t know I’d been waiting my lifetime for.”
“The things you say.” She grips her tits and throws her head back. Those adorable curls come loose and bounce around her head as she lets me fuck her from below.
I press my thumb to her clit and rub until she’s screaming my name and meeting my thrusts by slamming down in time.
As my orgasm takes control of me, I rub faster, bringing her with me. Her sheath tugs and pulls at my cock, drawing out the last drop and leaving me saying her name over and over as she collapses on my chest.
“If I promised to go back to the human world with you, would you agree to be mine for the rest of our lives?” For a second time, I’m compelled to beg her to marry me.
With a long, satisfied sigh and our bodies still connected, she says, “I was thinking…”
“What?” Having expected her to say no, or that I had to ask after we defeat the witch queen, I’m buoyed by hope. My heart races. “What were you thinking?”
“Just that if I can learn to make portals that don’t feel like death, and I can make them reach Earth, maybe I would like to stay here in Domhan and visit home a few times a year.”
The shock of what she’s saying is so thorough, I must see her face. I roll us so that she’s on her back, and I’m on my elbows hovering over her. “Do you mean that?”
“I don’t think I could go back to never using magic or hiding my magic all day, every day, for the rest of my life. I can’t bear the notion of you pretending to be something or someone you’re not. Here we can be ourselves, and I think we could be happy.” While I’m too stunned to speak, her expression becomes guarded. “Unless you don’t want that.”
What is she talking about?
