Page 135 of Until the End of Ever
That made very little sense. “What?”
“That doesn’t sound like a yes yet. Perhaps you’re not that desperate to come.”
The asshole slowed down again, moving his thumb away from my poor clit.
“You’reevil!” I screeched.
“Still not a yes.”
“Yes to what?” I demanded, feeling my core tighten all over again as he angled his cock to hit my G-spot.
If he stopped again, I might just murder him.
“Does it matter?”
I decided that it really didn’t. “Fine! Yes. Whatever you want, yes. Now,fuck me.”
Anchoring himself either side of my face, Lucian tilted my hips and moved with purpose, each thrust deep, hard, faster and faster, until I lost it, hard enough to see stars. Delaying the gratification made the ultimate fall ten times more powerful than ever, completely undoing my sanity.
I couldn’t move, or think to talk for several minutes. When my mind was more or less in one piece again, I noted Lucian was stroking my hair, still hovering in front of me, completely collected.
Who exactly was supposed to be the god between the two of us again?
I caught my breath. “What exactly have I agreed to?”
“Mh? Oh, that. We’re getting married tomorrow. You already have a dress.”
EPILOGUE
KLEOS
The eerie beautiful woman fussed over the folds of the gown until she deemed it perfect.
“There!” Thea proclaimed. “Worthy of the blessing of Aphrodite herself.”
I winced. “It may not be the wisest course of action to call upon the gods after pissing them off yesterday.”
She rolled her eyes. “Aphrodite wasn’t part of that fiasco up in the vale. Not her style. She would have been sneakier about it.”
The fact that a woman who’d hoped to wed the man I was marrying was helping me dress may be strange, but five minutes into meeting Thea Briar, I knew that there was exactly zero reason to worry about her.
Yes, she would have quite liked to get Lucian, when he was unattached, but the main reason was because the Regis blue matched her hair perfectly. She wasn’t opposed to purple, green or red regalia either, though, so literally anyone else would do.
Kore touched up my makeup once again as we approached the atrium where we might have died yesterday.
Lucian had been adamant that we should wed here, though I wasn’t quite sure why.
“There,” she said, stuffing the bouquet of faeblooms and light leaves back into my hand. “You look so very weird for a bride, and yet, absolutely beautiful.”
I grinned at my future husband’s cousin. “You’d know. You designed that dress.”
“As a fuck you to your controlling mother, not a wedding gown,” she pouted, still put out we didn’t reschedule the ceremony to allow her to create a wedding masterpiece.
The form fitting gown, off my shoulder, with a plunge neckline and an ever deeper backless cut, as soft pale blue silk underneath, from the boddice to my mid-thigh, and then white lace over it, from the circular train pooling around me to the sleeves covering my rune. They were still glowing gold rather than red. I didn’t mind it.
“It’s the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever worn,” I assured her.
Flushing, the woman cleared her throat. “Fine, fine. But I maintain that even if you’re knocked up, no one will see anything if we did this in a couple of week?—”
