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And then, as with every other conflict they had, he kissed away her worries. His hands and mouth knew her body the way only an artist could. With practiced ease, he parted her thighs and set about reminding her of everything he knew about her needs and wants.

Seth knew her body, and he soon had her arching and begging. Soon, flowers burst into bloom as she went spiraling into bliss.

Before she could try to broach the subject, Seth pulled her over him and gave her control. Hands tight on her hips, he gave her everything in that moment—control, love, and adoration.

She told herself it was enough. She loved him. He loved her. Ithadto be enough. But a little voice kept pointing out that what he didn’t give her was a promise of the future she craved more and more.

ChapterTwenty-Three

Katherine

Waking up on top of Urian was not on the list of things Katherine expected that morning. Waking up with any maneverwas not on the list.Gancanaghs don’t get to do that,her mother’s voice whispered in her mind. But here Katherine was, tangled up in Urian.

He opened his eyes to look at her. “Are we good?”

And it seemed so human, so normal, that she smiled at him. “I mean, I thought I was pretty good, but I’m still interested in practice. And you”—she kissed him in the center of his chest—“are like world-class good, possibly award winning. Are there orgasm Olympics? Because if there are—”

Her words were cut off with a yelp as he covered her mouth with his. His arms came around her, cushioning her he rolled her onto her back on the mossy ground.

Katherine was fairly sure he was melting her bones. Hangover be damned! If this wasn’t a cure for whatever ailed a person, it ought to be.

She was dazed when she looked up to see that he’d stood up and was holding his hands down to pull her to her feet.

“Would you want to go to Europe?” he asked.

“Well, sure but—”

“When? Tonight? Tomorrow?” He took her hands and tugged. “I think we should start in Scotland.”

“With what money?” She laughed at the thought of just taking off like that. No plan. No anything. He seemed to have taken her drunken desire to travel to heart.

Urian looked at her and said, “I have more money than I can spend in our very long lifetime, Katherine.”

She paused. “Are you serious?”

“You said you wanted to be with me, that travel was better than toppling kingdoms, so”—he knelt, keeping her hands in his—“want to run away with me?”

“Not marriage,” she said quickly.

“Yet.” Urian stared up at her. “The fey don’t lie, Katherine. I cannot lie.”

“Faeries misdirect and—”

“I want you in my life, at my side, in my bed, for as long as we exist in this lifetime.” Urian paused, smiling at her, not commenting that she was trembling. “I know. I feel it in here.”

He pulled her hand to his chest.

“My lungs. My heart.”

And as much as the mortal part of her, the practical side, the faeries-are-deadly side said “wait!,” Katherine wasn’tmerelymortal. She’d been changing since she met Urian. She was happy, excited, and it felt like the entire world was rolled out in front of her.

Experience, romance, travel.

He was offering her all her dreams. She could have everything.

Because of him.

“Faeries don’t lie,” she echoed.

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