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A flutter broke free in my chest like birds taking flight in the summer sun. The new title felt foreign in my ears, yet because it came from him, there was also a sense of rightness.

Smiling, I dragged the tip of my finger over his chest, above his heart. “It doesn’t feel real. Us being married now. Maybe because a Water Fae marriage is far different than a human one, and that’s all I’ve known.”

“Would you like to have a human ceremony? We can.”

I shook my head and placed a kiss where my finger had been drawing. “I don’t need the ceremony. I just need you. My husband.”

Something akin to hunger flashed across his eyes as the word ‘husband’ left my lips. He suddenly flipped me onto my back and hovered above me. His palm coasted up my breast and onto my throat as he whispered, “Say it again.”

I ran my fingers through the silky white strands that sat around his shoulders before flicking the ribbon that still held half of it behind his head. After deciding I’d let the silent teasing go on long enough, I finally whispered, “My husband.”

His hard cock suddenly sank into my wet folds with a hard thrust of his hips. I gasped, my back arching, and my fingers dug into his arms as lightning shot down my spine, ending in a burst of pleasure right where his shaft filled me.

“Rune,” I said in a breathless rush.

He pulled back until just the tip remained, but instead of pushing back in, he held himself there. Growling against the sudden stop of his hips, I dug my heels into the back of his legs in an effort to make him move.

He stared down at me with a sensual grin. “Say it. I want you to call it out while I make this pretty pussy weep.”

Eager to continue what he’d started, I said, “My husband.”

No sooner had the words left my mouth than his hips slammed into me, filling me to the brim with his length. My nails dug into his arms as his thrusts intensified, and when I felt him threatening to stop, I’d call out his new title again. He’d pump into me with unrestrained vigor, and I’d cry out in pure ecstasy with each move of his hips.

His palms gripped and squeezed my breasts, and the sensation caused the heat in my abdomen to intensify. I met each thrust of his with frenzied want, and I trailed my own hands down his arms to cover his hands where they tweaked and flicked my nipples in time to the pushing in and out of his cock.

“I love you,” I gasped, gazing up at him through shuttered eyes. “I love you, Rune. My husband. Forever. Forever with you.”

He leaned down to plant his lips over mine, swirling our tongues together. “I love you,” he said breathlessly in between kisses. “Forever with you. My wife.”

The title did something to me. It sent that final jolt of pleasure right to my core. That, paired with Rune’s fingers on my breasts and his cock filling me up, sent me hurtling over the edge with no point of return. I spilled around his dick, and with my quaking limbs wrapped around him and squeezing him tight, he soon joined me. He moaned against my mouth, our tongues entangled and our chests heaving.

The fire roaring beside us warmed our already hot and sweaty skin, but we were both so spent that we couldn’t be bothered to move. Rune rolled us onto our sides, his dick still buried inside of me. We clung to each other, breathing each other in as we came back down from our orgasms. I stayed there, my back to the fireplace, my arms wrapped around Rune’s neck, dozing off to the sound of his breathing and the crackling flames.

Chapter Thirty-Four

THE THREE DAYS FOLLOWING MY coronation were surprisingly easy. They consisted of working more on my abilities, lots of reading and tests from Jesiah, interacting with Water Fae citizens, and greeting some Land Fae, who sought a meeting with me and Rune.

We’d welcomed a dozen or so more Land Fae to Morardia since our coronation, and Aidan, Yasmine, and Talia were being a huge help in getting those newcomers settled. They even went out each day to offer any needed services to people around Morardia, which the different Fae seemed to appreciate. Ardley spent a lot of time with the trio, too, going out to do tasks with them per Rune’s request. It all seemed to be going well.

So why was I ready to crumble in a heap of buckling limbs right now?

“We’re nearly to the meeting site, Your Majesty,” Angus called.

Ahh, right. That’s why.

I clutched the pommel of the saddle tightly and tried to focus on Rune’s chest against my back and arms around my sides. Angus rode his horse up ahead of me and Rune, and Dallas and Rance rode on either side of us with the rest of our guards trailing behind. They all wore their silver-and-blue armor, and many wore skeptical frowns. The horse beneath me trotted through the trees of the Lylora Woods toward the Valley of Wisps where I’d finally meet with King Elias and begin discussions of peace.

“We should bring some cars over from the human world to this one,” I joked to Rune, glancing warily at the regal white steed beneath us. It seemed to hear me, blowing out a snort in disagreement. “No offense,” I added to the horse.

“Or you could learn to ride,” Angus huffed from up ahead. “How no one taught you to ride all these years boggles my mind.”

“It’s on our list of things to work on, Angus,” Jesiah griped from his own horse. “I was unaware that she didn’t know how. We’ll rectify that this week.”

“If we live to see the rest of this week,” Angus grumbled. “We could all be walking into a trap right now. Mere moments away from meeting our death.”

I tensed at the foreboding idea.

Rune, seeming to notice the shift in my body, called out, “How about you try to be positive for once, Angus? I mean, my God, would it kill you to see some good in things every now and then?”

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