Page 131 of Chosen By the Fae King

Nox and I found solace in the cocoon of our lovemaking. The events of the past days seemed distant as we reveled in the simple joy of each other's company.

Feeling so connected to him eased the pain of Sofiya’s decision to return home. I knew I’d see her, but it would never be the same.

Then, the decision to shelter Raina in Greenhollow and the revelation of the Heart of the Fae had left me contemplating the weight of responsibility and the depth of trust Nox had placed in me. The scars of my recent challenges began to fade, replaced by the healing balm of his touch.

As the moon ascended, casting a gentle glow through the windows of our shared sanctuary, Nox whispered words of reassurance and promises for the future.

Eventually, I was awarded a brief respite. When I exited the bathroom, my insatiable mate pounced. I found myself pinned, bent over the arm of the sofa.

As he pistoned in and out of me from behind, at the height of an erotic—and patently unromantic—moment, he shocked the hell out of me.

“Gods how I fucking love you,” he gritted, swelling, nearing his climax.

Unable to process his declaration, my limbs locked in a stupor.

“Oh no you don't,” he said threateningly, reaching around my hip and pinching my clit. “You don't get to question my love,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

My body went electric and I arched back against him. Feminine muscles clenched around his cock, pulling him deeper, as jolts of ecstasy wrought a hoarse scream from my mouth.

“That's my naughty queen,” he praised excitedly, pounding into me and finding his own completion while continuing to laud me with lewd phrases.

I couldn't help but laugh, a mix of shock and awe. Nox withdrew and spun me around, picking me up so we were eye level.

“You laugh?” he grinned slyly. “I declare my love for you and you laugh?”

This time I cackled, unable to stop myself. His eyes narrowed and I wrapped my limbs around his big frame.

“I'm sorry,” I panted. “You caught me off guard and I thought you'd meant to say that you loved fucking me but it accidentally came out as you fucking loved me.”

“Do not question my love, little menace. I meant what I said.”

Suddenly, it didn't seem so funny.

Nox carried me back towards the bathroom.

“Where are we going?”

“To the shower, where I'm going to show you that I not only fucking love you, but I also love fucking you.”

We were silent as he worked the shower and stepped inside with me still in his arms. I kissed his neck, the smell of his skin mingling with the scent of sex.

“I love fucking you,” I admitted sheepishly under the spray.

Nox's shoulders shook. “Yes, I came to that same conclusion after the first dozen or so rounds of driving into your deliciously tight cunny.”

I pushed my face into his shoulder, both turned on and totally embarrassed. What was I supposed to say to that? My baast nudged me from within.

Oh, hell.

Lifting my face, I found the courage to look him in the eye. “And …” my voice shook with a mixture of emotion and arousal. “I fucking love you, too.”

He smiled triumphantly, swooping down to take my mouth. Instead of impaling me as I'd assumed he would, he merely held me tight and drew out our kiss.

The warmth of his embrace under the hot water and the familiar scent of his skin surrounded me, making me feel like the queen he saw within me. In that moment, all the doubts and uncertainties melted away, replaced by this all-consuming thing between us.

“I'll do anything to keep you Aeryn, to make you happy,” he spoke in that magical whispery voice.

“And I you. Well, no, actually,” I shook my head.

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