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"Thavros? What is it?"
"Nothing, little flame," I said as I petted her head and kissed her forehead.
She settled back on my chest. "So... you have a knot..." She said tentatively.
A chuckle erupted from deep inside of me. "I do."
"It's... well... it's all quite large."
"It is."
"Have you ever... ummm ... well, what I'm wanting to ask is if ...."
"You want to know if it will fit?" I asked, trying to bite back the grin that wanted to spread across my face.
She looked up at me with a sheepish expression covering her face and nodded.
"With enough time, preparation, and practice, anything is possible."
She smiled but bit her lip and settled her head back on me.
"Thank you, Thavros," she said, barely above a whisper.
"What on earth are you thanking me for?" I asked as I rubbed her arm.
"Thank you for helping me last night, and really every other night we've been together."
I took a deep breath, trying to get control over my heart that was just about to shatter at her sweet words. "It is my deepest honor."
We both sat in a solemn moment of silence, honoring whatever was building between us.
Then she looked up at me with a wicked grin, which I loved just as much. "And thank you for the orgasm."
"That," I said as I pressed another soft kiss to her lips, "is my deepest pleasure. One I hope to do again. Very soon."
Chapter 18
Seraphina
Iwas running again.
Flashes of fire, of steel, of screams—sharp and bright and too loud. I stumbled through smoke, my arms bound, the world painted in red and ash. Voices barked orders in a tongue I should not understand, but somehow did. I knew them. I knew the cruel intentions behind every word.
Then cold. Chains. Hands that weren’t kind. Magic, twisted and sick. And through it all, a sense of being emptied. Hollowed for someone else’s purpose.
I gasped awake,a choked sound tearing from my throat.
"Seraphina," a voice said gently, grounding me before I could spiral again.
Thavros.
He was here in bed, his arms curling around me with a warmth that chased the cold from my skin. His thumb traced the back of my knuckles, slow and steady.
"You were dreaming," he murmured. "You’re safe. I'm here."
I blinked, my heart pounding so loud it drowned out everything else. The dream,the nightmare,was already fraying at the edges, but the dread it left behind clung like a second skin.
He brushed a damp curl from my forehead. “I’ve got you."
