Bab 123: No Choice
Lila
Her skin was a night sky and his fingers lit fireworks everywhere he touched. He groaned a deep, tearing sound in his chest that vibrated against her back when his hands found her back.
"Fuck, Lila," he rasped in her ear, his lips and tongue tasting her even as his hands explored her softest places. "You're so ready for me."
"I want you, Dane. Always. I'm always ready for you," she whispered the confession. "Every day. Every time you look at me, I'm ready." He moaned like she was hurting him, but she could feel him behind her, hard and hot, as he started to shake and pressed into her back.
"Get on the bed," he said, but even as she started to crawl up, he lifted her from behind, positioning her on all fours, his breath shuddering as he used one hand to stroke between her legs, while the other cupped her breast and tweaked her nipple.
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What if Romeo and Juliette’s parents were rulers and dark mages, and the star-crossed lovers had a happy ending?
Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is instructed to find a husband at the Festival of Peace, during which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month. But Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.
Etan is the Summitran Prince. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the daughter of his bloodsworn enemy.
Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will the dark dealings of their parents keep them apart forever?
[Mature content. No sexual violence.]
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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”
“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.
His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.
“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”
“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.
“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.
His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.
She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.
She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”
She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.
“Please, Ayleth.”
“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.
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