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She moans and slowly lets me out of her mouth which is when I gain back the ability to speak.

"Please have mercy," I tell her.

She smirks and wraps her other hand around my length too.

"My darling king, I'm only returning the favor of your kindness," she says and takes me again.

This time she doesn't choke on my cock. Instead, she keeps her lips wrapped tight around my crown and uses both her hands to stroke me.

I decide to give her all the space she needs for the task and unravel my tail from my cock, guiding my tip down her body. I slide under her pants and underwear and between her ass cheeks until I find her flesh that is drenched in her own desire.

So as she fucks my cock with her mouth I fuck her with my tail, her moans getting louder and louder the more we go on until we match each other both in movement and in sound.

As I come for the third time tonight, she comes for the first time and I want to keep going. To torture her the same way she has been torturing me, but instead I slither out of her and bring my tail to my lips so I can taste her just like she's tasted me.

She watches me and crawls up to me, flicking her tongue at my tail too before she kisses me again, her honeyed taste rolling back and forth in our tongues.

"Thank you for doing this," she whispers when we part.

"I should be thanking you," I tell her.

She slaps my chest and my cock twitches again. I can keep going all night for her.

"I meant for bringing me back. I know how much danger you put yourself in doing that."

She's right. It was a dangerous thing to do. But I'd do it all again in a heartbeat.

"I'd do anything for you, my iblis. Anything."

She nods, licking her lips.

"Yeah. I can see that. I can definitely see that."

I want to read her mind, to see what meaning hides behind her words, but I'm so tired, my mind can't function anymore.

I hope that means she wants me. That she wants to be with me and that this wasn't for nothing.

“Please marry me, Ayla Kyle.”

Her eyes narrow and her lips purse but she doesn’t respond.

“I don’t know how I can go on living if you don’t marry me.”

Her response is a kiss on the mouth before she continues to kiss the rest of my body and I don’t know what to make of her silence.

I’m too tired to feel her in my head but perhaps…perhaps that’s her way of accepting.

Or perhaps this is how she turns me down.

I don’t know. I don’t know and it kills me.

CHAPTER 9

AYLA

Triannis drapes the see-through fabric over my head and I look at myself in the mirror. The veil that reaches my thighs glimmers.

Another maid opens the window and lets the sunlight through. It's my wedding day so I'm allowed to see the world beyond my quarters.

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