“And what’s that?” I panted impatiently.
“Will you marry me?”
I sucked in a sharp breath, wondering if I had suddenly gone insane.
I was on another plain of existence, in a throne room, holding onto a chair for dear life with my drenched and aching pussy bared to my soul flame. It was obscene, delicious, and depraved. I loved this selfless and loyal man—with everything that I was—every speck of dust and starlight that made meme.
Kneeling at my feet, he patiently waited for my answer. His loving smile flickered before me, like a reel of memories from a million different lifetimes and worlds. In each and every one, he was mine, and I was his.
A choked laugh erupted from my chest. “Yes. For as many stars as there are in the sky, yes. Now, please, make me come!”
Spurred on by my answer, he dove to my clit again, flicking his tongue against me with a masterful speed and accuracy. It felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I could barely breathe.
My core spun tighter and tighter until I came on his tongue.
My release was cosmic, astral, and out of this world. If I weren’t already having an out-of-body experience, I would be now. Or maybe I was having an out-of-body experience within an out-of-body experience.
The all-encompassing euphoria made me weightless. The only thing keeping me from drifting into space was Rowen’s tongue on my clit, tethering me to my body—to my pleasure.
Stars were born, erupted, and re-birthed as Rowen wrung out every last second of my climax, his tongue lapping and caressing me.
When I finally returned to my senses, I opened my eyes tosee Rowen staring at me. My arousal coated his mouth and the throne room chair. “So beautiful when you come undone for me,” he said with a wild hunger in his eyes.
In a pleasured daze, I sat up and undid the lacing of his pants. His proud cock jutted out, the tip gleaming like a single star. I went to lick him, but he hoisted me up as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around him and shivered as his solid shaft grazed against my drenched core.
He sat on the other throne, keeping me straddled around him. I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his width. I lined him up against my entrance and slowly lowered myself on his cock.
He moaned and kicked his head back, the tendons in his throat flexing as I adjusted to his size.
Once I was lowered to the hilt, I rocked my hips against him. He sat up and put his mouth to my nipple, kissing me through the fabric of my slip.
Spirits!He felt so good and real.
My pussy clenched around his cock, and Rowen growled as he yanked my nightgown down, exposing my breasts to the moonlit throne room.
He captured my nipple in his mouth and stroked my hardened peak. I sank my hands into his thick hair, grinding him harder.
“No matter what happens, always remember this,” I breathed, my throat constricting.
“Yes, Keira,” he moaned, diving his lips to my neck and collarbones.
I pumped my hips faster. “Promise me, no matter what happens, you will rebuild Viltarran.”
“I will,” he panted as he grabbed my ass and helped me bounce on his cock. The delicious sensation nearly split me in two.
“I love you,” I said as another climax consumed my body.
“I love you,” he grunted as his cock twitched inside of me. Jets of warmth shot into me and made my pulsing core contract even harder.
He roared my name, sitting on his throne like the lord he was to his people and the king he was to me. My name reverberated throughout the chamber as if it would echo through eternity, letting every subject know I was his queen, his goddess. His.
Our breaths tangled, and our foreheads touched as we came down from our shared high. I grabbed his bearded face as he held me in place, his cock still inside of me, pulsing.
His chest heaved, and his eyes narrowed. “What did you mean by ‘no matter what happens’?”
“The future isn’t certain,” I said, kissing his lips. “All we ever have is here and now.”
“I won’t let anything happen to you. And when this is all over, I will properly wed you and make you my wife.”