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"If that was the case, you wouldn't have told me."

If he's about to spout shit about tradition right now, I'll slap him silly and I don't care if he's a king or God himself.

"You're correct. I shouldn't have told you."

"But you did."

He attempts to turn his back on me and I grab him by the shoulder.

"Why?" I ask.

He looks into my eyes and I can't help but feel uneasy. It's like my biggest dream and my biggest nightmare are mixed into one and staring, calling me home, to Lofy's arms.

Even if we weren't alone I know that I'd feel as if it were just the two of us right now, even though I've never had that feeling with anyone in my past.

"Because I respect and admire your career," he says. "And I hate the idea I may have ruined it for you."

And there he is. The real Lofy. Not the one beaten into shape by Vyperion and its unconventional ways, but the real man beyond all that.

The one that loves me and wants to please me and wants to give me everything, no matter what. The man that branded himself with me knowing what that would mean for his future.

"And what are you going to do about it, my Lofy?" My voice is all but a whisper. My pussy pulsates as a result of his presence, his gaze. And my heart? Well, even that one is going so fast I don't know how I'm still standing and not going dizzy.

He gives me the once over as if he's taking me all in for the very first time and clears his throat.

"The only thing I can for you not to hate me for life."

CHAPTER 8

LOFY

I've lost my mind. I've lost my fucking mind. If anyone finds out what I'm doing...if it reaches Atraxius...

I should have known choosing Ayla Kyle as my mate would be risky, too risky for a man in my position, but did I heed any warnings? No, I hadn’t.

Which explains why I'm in a private jet on my way to Earth with my captive bride in tow. This doesn't just break tradition. It shatters it. Into a trillion little pieces. But I don't have the power to resist her. I don't have the strength to say no to her. And I know if I'm the reason her career is ruined, there's no chance she'll ever say yes to me.

So kingdom and crown be damned, I do what any man should be doing, whether it's customary or not.

"Not to sound ungrateful, but...what's the point of going back to save my reputation if my career is over anyway?" she asks from the co-pilot seat although I'm doing all the flying necessary.

"What do you mean?"

She lifts a bare shoulder and leans her head on it, looking so perfect it's as if I'm looking at a photograph of her. One of those from a high fashion magazine done to promote her next movie. How can she be so flawless? She doesn't feel real. Sometimes I can't even believe I've touched, kissed, licked the real Ayla. It’s like I've been treated to an augmented reality coma due to a broken heart and this is all just artificial.

But it is real. Her taste, her scent, her gaze. It's all real, as is the fire they set inside me.

"Well, we're going back so I can convince them I'm not dead and can finish my shoot, but...what's the point? If I marry you my life on Earth is over anyway," she says.

She leans back in the chair giving me such a gorgeous view of her naked body, her beautiful tits, the love handles I can't wait to hold onto while burying myself deep inside her. The trail of hairs on her groin that I know lead straight to heaven. It's incredible how quickly she's grown used to the Vyperian way, how unembarrassed she is being in her true skin. It's as if she's already my queen and this is one of our regular trips back to Earth. I could definitely get used to this.

"But your career won't be over, my iblis," I tell her. "I'm not a monster. You may still work. I won't come between you and your talent."

She frowns.

"How's that going to work, Lofy? What am I going to do? Take leave for a couple months and shoot the next movie only to leave everyone behind again?"

"No!" I say sharply, a hiss escaping me before I can stop it. "You will come home to me every night. I will not spend a day apart from you."

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