Page 278 of Kingdoms of Night

“Call me by my name.”

“Geraint.”

“No.”

Hadn’t they already been through this pronunciation game?

“Geraint is my family name. My first name is Candor.”

That brought a smile to her lips. With a name like that, he was destined to become a knight.

“Candor,” Enid said as she climbed onto the bed. She threw a thigh over his hips and seated herself just below his erection. "I want this. I want you. That's why I called for you."

"You wanted to marry me?"

Enid took in a deep breath. He’d promised her no lies, and she would endeavor to do the same. "I didn'twantto marry anyone. Ihadto."

Geraint tugged at the vines now. He could've broken them, but he didn’t. He found a loophole in each and freed himself without snapping any of the plants. His hands went around Enid's waist. Only with enough pressure to let her know he was there, but not that he would force her to stay.

Before he could speak, Enid pressed a finger to his lips. "Fae are not like humans. Flowers do not thrive on their own. It's true you were my best option for survival. But now..."

He held her tighter then. There was a light in his eyes. She’d seen it many times in her life with her father. Whenever any creature displayed any sign of hope, her father rejoiced in snuffing that light out.

"I want to plant my roots here,” she continued. “With you. I think I could thrive and bloom."

“This is your choice?” he asked.

“This is my choice,” she confirmed.

And with that, Enid grabbed his erection. Geraint lifted her hips. Together, they slid one into the other. Enid swore she heard an audible click, as though something had locked into place.

She didn’t give the sound much mind. She couldn’t. Not with her husband fully seated inside of her.

It was a fullness Enid had never known. She had had others in her sheath before. Most were smaller than her husband. A couple were larger. Not a single one of her past lovers gave her this sense of wholeness, of completion.

She was already trembling before he made his first thrust. Her walls suckled at him with hunger. Her nails dug into his back. Vines began to grow once more, encircling the width of his strong shoulders.

The vines that lived inside of her wanted to sprout, to root. She wanted to twine this man to her with every living fiber within her and never let him leave her body.

“You are my most precious treasure,” Geraint whispered as he thrust into her.

It was his words, more than his deep thrusts, that made Enid cry out. She had been called a great beauty. She had been treated as a commodity. But she had never been precious to anyone.

Her husband played no games. He asked no favor. He only wanted her.

“Tell me how to please you, my treasure?”

He asked the question just as he dipped his head to her nipple and suckled. His thick cock and his tongue worked in tandem to bring Enid more pleasure than she’d ever experienced. He needed no instruction.

“I want to make you happy, Enid.”

The pleasure racing through her body and shaking her limbs like a branch in the breeze should have told him that her happiness was near, and it was all due to him.

Enid screamed her pleasure as another release took her. More vines came out of her fingertips of their own accord. They wrapped around Geraint’s torso, binding them together. He continued to thrust, but her body and her magic wouldn’t let him retreat too far. So he stayed buried deep in her, thrusting for more purchase.

With each swivel of his hips, Enid felt a pulse inside of her. Something light and velvety tumbled down and onto her nose to rest between her chest and her husband’s. It was a pale purple flower. It wasn’t the only one.

Flowers covered them both. They covered the bed. They tumbled to the floor.

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