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“What happened to us?” I asked, calming down as he put his arms around me.
“I think we passed,” Tor said. “And then he sent us back to Storm Keep and the throne, in particular, to prove it.”
“But you died,” I said.
“I think that was all part of the Test,” he ventured. “All part of his magic.”
I shook my head. “That’s ruthless. I thought you were dying.”
“Your biggest fear,” Tor pointed out. “He tested you on that, and you stayed. You fought back, said you loved me anyway and that he was wrong. I think that proved the point.”
“Maybe,” I said. “But promise me you won’t age for a long time. I kind of like you the way you are.”
Tor chuckled. “You do, do you?”
“Yes,” I said, kissing his neck. “I do.”
“I’ll do my best, then,” he said, pulling me into a kiss. “But right now, I feel very alive.Veryalive.”
I felt him stir under me.
My lips curved up as I interpreted his meaning. “Then find me a place to get out of this dress,my Prince.”
“Whatever you command,” he said, picking me up with ease. “My Princess.”
Nowthatwould take some getting used to.
But first, I would fuck the shit out of mymate. I’d just finished thinking I’d lost him. Now, he was back, and we were together.
Thatwas the memory I wanted him to remember, not the fear and distress of what we’d just endured.
Chapter Forty-Four
Mia
“What are you doing?” I asked as he set me down in front of his throne.
“Finding you a place to take off that dress,” he growled, unzipping his pants and sitting down.
I gasped, looking around wildly. The long, rectangular room was empty, but there were several doors, any or all of which someone could open.
“You’re not getting me naked in here,” I said, trying not to stare at his thick cock as it rested on his thigh. I knew what it would feel like deep inside me, pushing my walls apart, filling me perfectly.
“Then clothed you will stay,” Tor growled possessively, lifting the skirt of my dress.
Rip!
I gasped as he tore the underwear from my body, leaving me bare. Then he pulled me down into his lap. I sat awkwardly, my legs outside his, while his hand stroked the inside of my thighs, instantly stoking the furnace between my legs to life.
“Stop that,” I said, only half-heartedly trying to move his hand.
“If you don’t want it, I won’t stop you from standing up,” he growled into my ear, casually grabbing at my breasts through the dress. There was too much material in the way for him to do much, but it was the nature of how he touched me that fired me up.
He was taking what he wanted. I could leave at any time, but until then, I was his, and he expected me to do as I was told. And that was fucking hot.
A whimper escaped my throat as he teased my lips with the tips of his fingers, avoiding true contact. I found myself starting to move my hips against him, back and forth slowly. His cock was rock solid, the head resting against my leg.
“This is crazy,” I said, though my body didn’t care. I was responding to his touch, and he knew it. It didn’t take long for him to start spreading my wetness around, using it to caress my clit, turning my whimpers into outright moans.
