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I fell to my knees in front of him, bringing us back on level ground. Though I may be his Queen, he was still my equal. He was my happiness, the silver lining to all my dark thoughts. I needed him more than I had ever thought possible. My mouth crashed into his, unlocking a fervency that had been held back between us both. Needing to be as close as possible to him, I aligned my body against his, a sound of frustration escaping me as I realized he was still fully dressed.

Both of us fumbled and ripped at his clothes, needing the skin-to-skin contact more than we'd needed anything before. Our teeth clashed as our mouths met greedily, neither of us concerned about the slight pain that accompanied the contact.

When he was finally undressed, bared before me, he picked me up from the ground, tossing me onto the bed where his eyes roved across my body. Unable to help myself, I writhed as the tension between us built. Powerless to stand the loss of his body any longer, I hooked a finger at him, bidding him closer. “Come show me just how much you love me.”

Not needing any further instructions, he climbed over me, his hips settling over mine. Our tongues tangled while our hands explored each other. His hips thrust forward, grinding his cock against my clit, and I broke his kiss to moan, holding onto him tightly. My legs wrapped around his hips, rocking against him, unable to resist the delirious friction that it brought us both. He moaned with the motion, his forehead resting on mine as he watched his cock rub against me.

He lowered himself onto his elbows, pinning me in place as his mouth kissed down my neck and to my breasts. With each kiss, he whispered words of love, his mouth a punctuation to each statement. Finally, as he took my breast into his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue along the hardened point of my nipple, I reached between us to fit his cock where I needed him. The feeling of emptiness that had grown inside of me couldn't be quelled by anything other than him. Once he was notched in place, he thrust forward to seat himself fully inside me. Both of us moaned, pausing to enjoy the fullness of that connection between us.

“Fuck, Rhowyn, I love you,” he said with a groan, his icy blue eyes meeting mine, turning gray with the emotions we were both experiencing.

I kissed his face, his cheeks, his eyes, finally settling on his mouth. Before closing the distance between our lips, I whispered, “I love you, Nox.” As if my words had broken something in him, he pulled back and slammed into me again. And again. And again. Each thrust brought cries of pleasure and promises of love from us both.

As I crested the peak, I knew there would be no turning back for me. Lennox would always have to be with me. I'd do whatever I needed to do to ensure that. I was never going to let him go.

I cried out my release, clamping down on him hard as my muscles milked his cock until he finally came with a moan of his own. His forehead rested on mine as our fevered breaths mingled with each other, both of us drifting slowly back to our bodies. “Until the end of time,” he whispered and I knew that it was a promise from us both.

Chapter Thirty Six: Rhowyn

Stirring from sleep where I was wrapped up in Nox's long limbs, I heard hushed yelling. Obviously, this was the reason for my awakening. My curiosity now peaked, I attempted to extricate myself from Lennox. His arms wrapped around me tighter when I tried to lift one, pulling me deeper into his embrace. I smiled. “Don't get up. Just stay right here, and I promise that I'll make it worth your while.” His words touched me, but I couldn't resist the urge to find out what was going on.

“As tempting as that offer is, the others are very clearly trying to keep something from me,” I whispered back, kissing his cheek, his eyes still closed.

“Maybe it's for a good reason,” he replied, still not releasing his hold on me.

Rolling my eyes at him, I swatted his arm. “Good try, but you know me. Something's going on, and I can't just go back to sleep.”

He sighed heavily, lifting his arm and allowing me to slip out of the bed. Throwing on the clothes from earlier that had been discarded around the room in our haste, I looked back at him. “You can join me,” I offered.

“I'm good. I'd rather not face the wrath of whoever it is that's causing all this ruckus,” Lennox said. “I'll just keep the bed warm for when you get back.”

I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Thanks, my love,” I told him before rushing from the room to follow the sound of raised voices down the hall.

Walking hurriedly down the hallway, further than I had ventured before, I heard arguing, although I couldn't quite make out the voices. A loud thud had me quickening my pace and throwing open the door that I thought the noise had come from.

I halted at the sight in front of me. My grandfather had his hands up, trying to placate my father, whose hands were still bound but was standing up as if getting ready to charge at my men.

“Calm down, son. We should talk about this.”

“What's there to talk about?” my father growled out, barely contained menace oozing from him.

Arryn helped pick up Callum from the floor. “Listen here, old man, we didn't kidnap you!” Callum growled, dusting himself off before glaring at my father.

“Oh, is there another name for such things these days?” Welp, it seems my sarcasm was inherited honestly.

“We rescued you from the Queen's dungeons,” Arryn tried to explain, his hands held out placatingly.

“Usually, a rescue doesn't involve more imprisonment,” my father snarked back, holding up his bound hands as evidence to his point.

“That was necessary,” Callum grunted. “For good reason, it seems. We couldn't be sure how you'd react when you woke. Who's to say the Queen didn't scramble your brains while you were her prisoner.”

That seemed to sink in and ease some of my father’s ire. “They're right, son. I didn't like it, but I agreed with them.”

My father looked at Jude with awe then, as if realizing he was there for the first time. “It's really you?” he whispered as if fearing the truth.

“It's really me,” Jude assured him, putting a tentative hand on his forearm.

My father jerked back from him. “No, this is just another trick.” He tilted his head to the ceiling. “I won't fall for your tricks, you stupid bitch! You should know this by now!”

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