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He shivered slightly under my hands. This sharp, icy male was so very, very wounded. I was pretty sure even he didn't realize how deep the pain ran. "I know," he whispered. "And yet, the fear persists."

I nodded in understanding. "That's okay, too," I whispered back. "I can hold you and your fear at the same time. Just like Robin does. Just like Sanka. I think loving someone means loving everything about them, even the parts they can't love themselves."

He huffed a wry laugh. "You're a philosopher now."

I smiled softly in return. "Sometimes. I'm whatever I need to be if it helps heal the people I care about. And I do care about you. Deeply."

"Mmm," he mused. "Perhaps. But if you really cared, you'd spare me all this disgusting talk of feelings and come here."

His arms encircled me, pulling me toward him, and I went willingly, moving over to straddle his thighs as he held me close. His lips found the side of my neck, and his pointed fae teeth dragged along my skin, making me shudder.

"I won't let you hide forever," I informed him, with as much authority as I could muster. "We will talk about our feelings. Often. We won't just sleep together then part ways."

He huffed against my skin, giving me goosebumps. "Oh, I have no intention of sleeping with you, witch." His hands gripped my hips and shifted me forward, so his hard length pressed along my clit, making my whole body sing with need.

I moaned, leaning in to find his waiting lips, our tongues dancing as we devoured each other. He could make light of it all he wanted. But I knew he cared. I knew he wanted more than just a quick fuck. Otherwise, he would have had me long ago. I had certainly been willing for some time now.

His hands on my body didn't feel like the touch of a man who only wanted to take and use. He coaxed me to move, and I did, rolling my hips and enjoying the glide of his rigid dick against my clit. "Yukio?" I asked, breathless and wanting more. Always more.

"Mmm?" he murmured as he bent his head to kiss my breast.

"I want you. So badly. I've wanted you forever. And I'll still want you, even after the orgasm fades. Even when you're grumpy and frustrating. Even when you tease me or get on my nerves." I lifted my hips, and he obligingly gripped his cock, holding himself so I could sink down, earning a groan from both of us. "You're mine now," I managed to gasp. "No running away."

He growled, surprising me when he snapped his hips upward, gripping my hips at the same time to slam me down onto him, making me clench around his delicious length and girth. "The same goes for you, witch," he promised. "I own a piece of you, just as much as any of those other idiots. You're mine. Don't forget it."

I gripped his broad shoulders and let my head fall back, losing myself in the sensation of being joined with Yukio. Finally. The moment was charged with promises that we both knew were more important than words. He was trusting me in a way he rarely trusted anyone. And I chose to trust him with my naïve, mushy heart.

His thumb found my clit, and he slowly circled the sensitive nub as he kept up his slow, deep thrusts beneath me, matching my motions with his own, driving me higher. Water sloshed around us, probably spilling over the edges of the pool, creating waves that echoed our movements.

Yukio sent a little tingle of his cool, tantalizing magic dancing from his fingertips, and it made me jolt against him as it hit my clit, making every nerve ending sing in shocked pleasure. Orgasm crashed over me, taking me by surprise with how rapid and violent it was.

But Yukio wasn't done with me. He wrapped his hands around my ass and stood, lifting me out of the pool and placing my back on the cold, hard floor. The contrast in temperature and sensations made me shudder and heightened my already aroused state. He waited for the clutching to ease, for my witch anatomy to loosen its strangling grip on his cock, patiently planting kisses on the overheated skin of my neck and breasts, alternating with cool bursts of tingling frost. Then he was pounding into me, wings snapping and fluttering behind him as he drove in deep and hard. He braced himself on one elbow, tangling his hand in my hair and urging my head back, pulling just enough to make me cry out in pleasure, never pausing in his powerful thrusts.

"Say it again," he demanded, his smooth voice carrying just a hint of fae magic. "Say you'll never leave. That you're mine."

I didn't hesitate. I didn't fear making promises to this particular fae. "I'll never leave you," I gasped out, clutching at his muscular back, fingers digging into the defined muscle that supported his pixie wings. "I'm yours, Yukio. I'm not going anywhere."

His lips met mine in a crushing kiss as he slammed home one last time and came, filling me the way I yearned to be filled. He shuddered as he swelled inside me, and I felt the cool, tingling sensation of his magic inside me. "Yuki!" I gasped as I convulsed beneath him, the feeling of his release triggering another orgasm, making me feel like I would turn inside out with the force of it.

He chuckled against my shoulder as we both lay panting, the last tingles fading, my unique inner muscles clenching him like we would never let him go. "Like that, did you?" he breathed, humor filling his voice. "Some people find the cold… unsettling."

I weakly nipped at the pointed tip of his ear. "So smug. I don't think I should answer that, fae."

He languidly moved his hips again, as much as he could, pressing even deeper, and I instinctively matched the movement, my body clearly craving more. "Mmm… that's all the answer I need." He chuckled.

I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt him twitch inside me, already growing hard once again. But Yukio took pity on me, withdrawing once my clutching eased, and pulling me back into the pool with him to relax in warm, boneless bliss.

"Do you think they clean these pools?" I mumbled into his long, damp hair as he held me on his lap. "Because we can't be the first ones to desecrate this place…"

He snorted. "Of course we aren't. Haven't you ever heard stories of fae and their orgies? But don't worry. They have cleaning spells for that. And the spring does slowly drain out and refill the basin. Now stop worrying about stupid things and cuddle. I don't allow it very often."

His strong arms wrapped around me, and I nestled in closer. I believed him. And I saw his tenderness for the hard-won gift it was. I wrapped my arms around his lean torso and clung to him. Yukio. Mine.

I had trouble keeping my eyes open thanks to the amazing sex and the steamy bath. Yukio noticed and hauled me out of the bathing pool, wrapping me up in an oversized towel and sweeping me into his arms as if I was some delicate damsel. I nodded off almost immediately in his arms.

I woke briefly some time later, when Yukio deposited me into the bed in our borrowed room and climbed in beside me. "Don't be concerned," he murmured when I tried to struggle against the overwhelming sleepiness. "There are healing spells and such on the pools. Meant to provide comfort and bliss. You are in no danger." Then he pressed a kiss to my forehead, a ridiculously sweet gesture for Yuki. "Sleep, witch," he said tiredly as he pulled me in against his chest. "It's not as if we have anything else to do while we wait out our imprisonment."

Chapter 13

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