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I smile, knowing my final wish is now even closer than before.
Krane kisses my sweaty brow and holds me close.We will enjoy each other again once we catch our breath.His fingers shift through my hair just like he always does.Our racing heartbeats twin together.
“I love you, Scarlett.”
I smile against his birthmark.
“I love you more.”
EPILOGUE
KRANE - ONE YEAR LATER
My wife is as beautiful as ever.
Every year, I watched her grow more and more lovely.It seems impossible, yet after another year together, I can say that her beauty will never wane.She is kind and compassionate to the people of our land.She is a wicked and tempting lover to her duke.
She sits across from me in our dining room.Her pale blue gown makes her eyes glow.Long, silvery blonde hair spills down her back.The heart-shaped neckline of her dress highlights the swells of her breasts.For some reason, they seem larger lately, and I’m not one to complain.I watch her finish her meal, her goblet of wine untouched.The image of her starving body will stay with me forever.As I take in the fullness of her face, I fill with happiness.
Leaning back in her chair, a secretive smile curves her lips.
Mischief gleams in her eyes as she stares across from me.The servants have been dismissed; I can tend to my wife's needs.We don’t have an extensive staff anyway.My magic does most of what we need, and it’s best if not too many people see me.I am not a human man.Scarlett and I have had enough rumors spread about us over the years that we don't need to add any more.
To the king’s credit, he doesn’t check on us very often.Last week was the first time he had stopped by in months.Once he was satisfied with how we were keeping the land, and even more pleased with the tithe we paid him, he was off.
I have no great love for the life of nobility.Taking care of our tenants and minimizing squabbles between farmers is tedious work.However, it is a small price to pay to keep Scarlett safe and happy.I would give anything to have her just as we are now.
I gave my soul to have another chance with her.Being a duke is nothing by comparison.
There are days when I still feel like that creature.My monstrous nature has never truly gone away.My need for my wife is a testament to that.I take her roughly—our lovemaking is primal to the point I’ve burned countless bed linens and tablecloths.We have dozens of replacements stored around Fog’s Nest Manor.Additionally, I don’t believe the maids are persuaded by tales of faulty candle usage anymore.
My wife’s wicked grin stirs more heat to life inside me.
“What brings a smile to my darling wife’s face tonight?”
“You know why, husband.”
I have a few guesses.Especially when I can still feel her nail marks along my back and know she has my seed drying on her thighs.She had a nice dinner prepared for us tonight, that’s why she insisted on dining formally.If it were up to me, I would’ve brought the feast to our bedroom to be enjoyed between bouts of lovemaking.
My desire for her never wanes—I dare say it’s gotten worse over the past year.
Ever since I was a boy, I have admired her from afar.The earl’s daughter with the shining hair and beautiful face.The one who was quick to laugh at my childish jokes or sought me out with day-old bread when I had gone hungry from the night before.I’ve loved her for as long as I can remember.It shocks me that she feels the same.Her adoration burns as hotly for me as mine does for her.
There isn’t a day that passes that I’m not certain of our eternal love.It hums between us during quiet moments like this.Our bond is so intense sometimes I think I can see it dancing between us.We rarely get visitors, and that suits me just fine.I want my wife’s sole attention, especially on a day like today.
Our anniversary.Technically, our second wedding, but the only one to be made official by a priest.The two of us married on Samhain—an ode to the old gods who blessed our handfasting.I had gifted Scarlett the sapphire necklace that decorates her delicate throat this evening.It had brought a smile to her face, and I had enjoyed it even more when it was the only thing she left on while I bent her over our bed.
She had said she had my gift with her and she would bestow it on me tonight.I could hardly wait.
“You’re looking at me funny, my love.”
Her soft voice sends all the blood rushing to my cock.It strains behind the lacings of my trousers, begging to find itself back in her tight pussy.I roughly adjust myself below the table and take a sip from my wine glass.Food tastes good again, but nothing will ever compare to Scarlett’s incomparable sweetness.
“How am I looking at you?”
“Like you want to devour me whole.”
“I do.”
