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Yes!
I burst. My hips buck up as the orgasm explodes in me. I cry out, my eyes rolling back in my head. I grip his wings harder. Vicmar cries out, his orgasm ringing in my ears. His hands move to me and tighten..
It pulses through me in heat, and then I melt into the bed. Vicmar pants for a moment, then sits back and pulls out. Once he has, I feel his body slide against mine and lie next to me.
For a moment, we just pant, deliciously spent. Then, his laugh rumbles through his chest, shuddering through my back.
“See? Didn’t I tell you?” he purrs. “I told you your powers would calm down if you found a way to relax. Now you’ve… had some release, the sparking has stopped.
I just laugh lightly and let my head drop on the pillow.
“So it has,” I sigh quietly.
Vicmar starts shuffling, and I grab his arm and pull it to me.
“No,” I say quietly. “Stay. You said you were going to take care of your wife, right? So stay here and take care of me.”
He laughs quietly. Then he settles down behind me, looping one arm around my waist, the other around my shoulders, and then pulls me close to him. As I slot perfectly against his body, I slip back to sleep again.
And I’m fairly sure I’ve never been more comfortable in my life.
Chapter 17 - Vicmar
I worry last night was a serious lapse in judgment. I don’t know what it was, but those feelings which escaped me as I was speaking to her… I don’t think I’ve ever spoken them aloud to anyone.
And I barely know her…
I am the Cruel King. It’s not just a title; it’s what protects me. Protects us all. People hesitate to start a full-fledged war with a kingdom helmed by a Cruel King. But… that was some serious weakness I revealed to her. It worries me how easily the truth of who I am could be spread.
Is it that?A sudden, pesky, unwanted voice asks,Or is it that you think she thinks less of you for knowing how soft you truly are?
I try to shake the thought away, but it lingers like grease on my mind.
“Vicmar!” she protests. “Are you watching?”
“Yes,” I lie. “I was watching. That was fine.”
“What could I have done better?” she asks.
She swings her sword idly, and whilst the movement of her wrist looks a little more natural than it did even a few hours ago, she still has that stiffness to the motion that says she is a beginner. At least she is getting closer to being able to defend herself if she is ever caught.
But I’ll never let that happen.
I realize I’m still staring at her when she pouts.
“Youweren’twatching!” she declares. “You’re supposed to be teaching me, and you aren’t paying attention!”
My first response is a coil of defensiveness through my stomach, but I suck in a breath through my nose. However, last night came to be, Ebelor and I are on good terms—I should not ruin it now.
“Apologies,” I say. “Show me again.”
She gives a growl at the back of her throat, but it is a combination of irritation and exertion as she lifts her sword to the sky. She closes her eyes.
“Find your center,” I tell her firmly. “Don’t fight the power. Channel it. You are its conduit, not its generator; lead it to where you want it to go. Make sure you—”
“I would really prefer it if you stopped talking now,” Ebelor growls.
The shock sparks a small laugh from me.
