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He pushes in slowly,stretching me, filling me until I’m gasping at the fullness. His eyes lock on mine, watching for any
sign of discomfort, but all I can give him is need.
“Fuck, you feel…”he growls, starting to move, each thrust deliberate, dragging along every sensitive inch. My legs wrap
around his waist, pulling him deeper, and the pleasure builds fast, unstoppable.
His mouth is everywhere— on my jaw, my throat, my breasts — marking me with kisses and bites that blur the line between
possession and worship.
The pace quickens,his hips driving into me harder, the sound of skin on skin mixing with my cries. I clutch at his back,
my nails digging into muscle as my orgasm hits, blinding and hot, pulsing around his cock.
He follows with a deep,shuddering thrust, spilling inside me with a guttural moan.
Neither of us moves.His weight is solid above me, his breath harsh in my ear, his heart pounding
against mine.
When he finally eases out,he stays close, pulling me into his arms. The storm still rages outside, but here in my bed,
there’s only warmth, and him.
Something’s changed— and we both know it.
CHAPTER 23
ROVAX
The quiet after battle is the worst kind.
It’s too clean, too sudden. The air still smells of burnt ozone, and the scorch marks on the quad will linger for days, but the danger is gone… for now. The portal’s last flicker has faded from the sky, leaving only the pale wash of moonlight across empty brick walkways. I can feel eyes on us from the darkened windows of the dorms, but no one comes outside.
Good. They shouldn’t see me like this.
I take Skylar’s hand — not gently, not asking — and lead her away. We don’t speak as I cut through campus, ignoring the main paths until the grass turns to frost-hardened earth under our boots. The lake comes into view, silvered over by the moon. The water’s surface is still, but I can feel the fragility in it, the same way I can feel a blade pressed lightly to the skin before it draws blood.
We stop where the sand curves inward, the same place she stood weeks ago, cheeks pink from the cold, eyes wide with some quiet wonder I didn’t understand then. I understand it now.
I stand there a moment, letting the cold air fill my lungs until it burns, until the pounding of the fight begins to fade. She’swatching me, I can feel it — the prickle between my shoulder blades, the way her breathing shifts when I turn.
“I had the advantage,” I say at last. “I could have ended him.”
She doesn’t interrupt, but I see the flicker in her expression — the question she won’t ask. Why didn’t you?
I meet her gaze. “When his blade turned toward you… I didn’t think about Protheka. Or about my name. Or the years I’ve spent proving myself in a court of vipers. I thought aboutyou. Standing there, unarmed, still refusing to run.”
Her lips part like she’s about to speak, but the words don’t come. I take a step closer, closing the thin strip of frost between us.
“In that moment, I chose,” I tell her, my voice lower now. “Not just to stop him. Not just to protect you. I chose Earth over everything I’d ever known.”
The wind off the lake tugs at her hair, and she doesn’t move to fix it. Her eyes are locked on mine, and for a heartbeat, the cold doesn’t touch me.
“That choice,” I continue, “means there’s no path back. My father will return. And when he does, he’ll know I’ve turned my back on him — onallof it.”
There’s a tightness in my chest when I say it out loud. Not regret, exactly. More like the echo of a life that’s finally gone still, the way a battlefield falls silent when the last enemy has fallen.
