Page 67 of The Demon King's Destiny

“Where did your mind wander to just now?”

“Nowhere.” He shook his head, upset with himself for allowing Melena into this space, into this intimate moment.

He could tell Evelyn wanted to argue so he kissed her quiet. So easily she softened under his touch.

“Now, tell me all the right things to say to your father before I send him a missive.”

Evelyn’s lips twisted. “I’d rather not talk about my father while we’re still … joined.”

Marrok smirked. “Fair point,moj draga.”

He flexed his cock and her channel tightened in return. He rolled to his back, pulling her with him. His hands settled firmly on her hips as he thrust upward.

Evelyninhaled, rocking with him. Her knees tightened against his sides.

“So tell me, shall I continue with this,” he thrust again, “or shall we talk?”

She replied by kissing him breathless.

* * *

“Wake up!” Nora panicked, shaking Evelyn by her shoulders.

Her older sister’s skin was flushed, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She should probably go and wake Mara or Eden. Her instincts told her to stay put.

“Stop shaking me,” Evelyn griped sleepily.

Nora released Evie’s shoulders, waiting for her to fully come to. She scooted a little further down the bed, making sure she wasn’t in striking range from one of her sister’s slaps.

A series of rapid blinks and Evelyn shed the remnants of slumber. Nora was chewing the inside of her cheek. Her hands fidgeted in her lap.

Evelyn pushed herself upright. “What’s happened? Are you unwell?”

“Am I unwell? Really? You’re the one moaning and fussing about.”

“What?”

“I got up to get a drink from the kitchen. When I passed back by your room you were thrashing around so much I could hear it. Then you cried out so I came in to check on you.”

Evelyn covered her face. She could still feel traces of Marrok’s powers, like electric currents running up and down her limbs. She knew exactly what Nora had heard. She’d still been in his arms when she’d been pulled away from the dream.

Anxious to return, she told Nora, “Just a weird dream. I’m fine.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. Go back to bed.”

Nora didn’t move.

“Really, I promise I’m fine.”

“Okay. Yell for me if you need me, though, alright?”

Evelyn’s embarrassment disappeared, filled with appreciation for her little sister. She heaved Nora into a tight embrace.

“I will,” she said into Nora’s blonde hair.

“Can I get you anything before I go?” Nora asked, rising and stepping towards the door.

“No. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Evie.”

When the door clicked, Evelyn got out of bed and entered the bathroom. She filled the basin and splashed her face, trying to cool down.

As she dried herself with the hand towel, a cool dampness tickled between her legs. She lifted her gown and gasped.

Small smears of red lined the creases where her inner thighs met her trunk. Despite Marrok being a kingdom away, he had most assuredly taken her virginity while they slept. Dreamworld or not, what they’d done was real.

Evelyn smiled to herself, finished cleaning up, and returned to bed. When next they met, she’d need to tell him how best to approach the King of Gwydion.

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