Chapter 46
W e make love more intensely this dark night than we ever have. Every thrust charged with passion, every touch from my Mate like fire licking my skin.
My fingers twist into his hair, and I pull his mouth to mine, wrapping my legs around his hips. Even his lips taste like devotion. And with every masculine groan as he pumps into me, I hear the worship in his breath.
I tell him I love him, and he tells me the same. He kisses me through my climax, savoring the sounds of my release on his tongue. Until he breaks away to sink his teeth into the permanent scar of his Mark as he spills his love inside of me.
He tends to me then. Swiping a linen from the washroom to clean me and offering to call for tea. I tell him I want none of it, only to spend the rest of the evening with him in our chambers. Before our coronation tomorrow. Before those crowns resting atop their pillows on the armoire are placed on our heads, and we begin preparing for a royal wedding.
Adelphia’s magic is no longer intermingled with Sin’s, but this time, it does not feel like he has lost something that belonged to him.
It feels as if he has finally found himself.
I rise from the bed and slip into my jade robe, walking onto the balcony to peer up at the night sky. Each star a possibility, one of fate’s many paths in a sky of opportunity.
I sense his approach, having grown very aware of Sin’s presence since our Bonding. Metal slides against my scalp, and when I turn to face him, love starbursts through my chest.
A twin crown of deep pewter inlaid with dark jewels rests on his head, the diadem accentuating the vivid green of his irises and the soft glow of his warm, brown skin. He leans forward, tilting my chin up with one finger. “Tomorrow you will be crowned, but you have always been my queen.”
Sin kisses me then, and I open for him, tasting the truth of his words on my tongue. When we part, my lips are swollen from the hours we spent tangled together tonight, and I turn in his arms. He rests his chin on my shoulder as we look up at the stars, but even the moon’s ethereal light pales compared to the one Sin beams into my chest.
Our love was never one nurtured by sunrise. It has always been a moonflower—blooming in the shadows of dusk.
Jagged and cruel and punishing.
But there is beauty in choice. In knowing that this vicious love we share has always been irrevocably and wholly…
Ours .
The End