Masuk“You’re safe,” he said, low and certain. “Give it to me.” Kaelani’s body clenched—pleasure spiking so sharply it stole her breath. Her back arched, a broken sound tearing out of her as she came with his name on her lips. “Julian—!” Her hands fisted in his hair. Her thighs locked around him. And
Almost. His hand went to the button of his pants, then the zipper, dragging it down before shoving the fabric low on his hips. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed everything lower—kicking the material off one leg, then the other—never once breaking eye contact. His cock was rock har
Julian kissed her—long, slow—then began to move down her body with unhurried intent. His mouth traced her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, his tongue lingering at her nipples until her breath caught and her body lifted toward him. He gave each one a slow, careful tease before sinking lower, settlin
Julian swallowed. His voice came low, precise—controlled because it had to be. “Tell me you’ll stop me if anything feels wrong.” Kaelani’s hands slid to his face, palms warm against his jaw. “This could never feel wrong,” she whispered. A tremor ran through him—more urgency than softness, more aw
For a beat, he didn’t move. Like his body had forgotten how to function beyond the single fact of her in his arms—warm, wrapped around him, mouth still swollen from the kiss, eyes steady and sure. His throat worked. His hands tightened on her—one firm at the curve of her ass, the other sliding up
She hesitated only a second before placing her hand in his. He led her out into the living area, the soft music from the record player filling the space as he guided her into position. Gently, he lifted her arms, settling them around his neck, his hands finding her waist with quiet certainty. “Jus
The gate exploded open in a burst of light. For a brief, disorienting moment Julian felt nothing but rushing wind and weightlessness—like the world had been ripped out from beneath him. Then the ground returned. Hard. Stable. He stumbled forward, boots crunching against something brittle beneat
Only then did he seem to notice her. For a moment he simply looked at Lyressa through the narrow crack in the doorway, his expression unreadable beneath the dim light. Not surprised. Not panicked. Almost… Disappointed. Lyressa’s breath trembled in her chest as their eyes met. The golde
It made sense. The court was already tense with fear and suspicion. News of their union—Seelie queen and Unseelie commander—would ripple through both courts like a thunderclap. So Lyressa agreed. But keeping their love hidden did nothing to temper the way her heart opened to him. If anything, it
Something in Lyressa’s chest shifted at the look on his face. “I had trouble sleeping,” she said stiffly. “Of course you did.” Draevyn handed her a goblet of dark wine. She accepted it before she could second-guess herself. And the night unfolded from there. They played games Lyressa had never







