Epilogue
EPILOGUE
I snuggled deeper into the warm embrace of my soulmate.
Soulmate.
I would never take that for granted.
Warm arms squeezed me lightly, and I turned to look into the now awake eyes of my Fae lover.
“Did you sleep well?” his voice rumbled through me, pooling in my center. He could have me ready for him with a single word.
“Hmmm…” I stretched, making sure my breasts raked against him.
His answering growl had my toes curling. “If you keep that up, we’ll miss berengar’s official coronation.”
He did have a point. “Berengar has been ruling for months now, this coronation is just a formality.” I teased my hand down his front, stopping just shy of his erection before removing my hand. “But if you really want to go-” I made as if I would get out of bed.
“Don’t you dare.” Ruhan pounced on me, pulling me back toward him and rubbing himself against my back. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck. He pulled back at my squeak and smirked at my flushed face. “You’re playing with fire and lightning, baby. Careful or you might get zapped.”
I grabbed his face with both my hands, pulling him in for an all encompassing kiss. I would never get enough of his kisses.
This male kissed like the eye of a storm, everything around me could be spinning chaos, but in his arms, I would be perfectly, intensely deliriously happy. It was all my Mutti ever wanted for me.
I pulled back with a sigh and rested my head on his chest. “I wish you could have met her.” I whispered. “She would have loved you.”
He held me tighter. “I’m sorry for your loss.” He let out a little sigh and kissed my forehead. “But from what you’ve told me, she missed her soulmate, your father. It’s some comfort knowing she’s back with him.”
I sniffed, the ever present tears when my Mutti was mentioned making themself known. I nodded into his chest, not ready to voice my thoughts. I still missed her desperately, but it was some consolation knowing she was finally with him again, the man I had never been able to know.
I looked at Ruhan, and I let him see into my soul. This man who held my heart so tenderly. “If anything ever happened to you, I don’t know that I could bear it. I don’t think I’m as strong like her, to be able to continue living after you’re gone.” I sniffed, my emotions near the surface like they always seemed to be lately.
“I know the feeling.” His lips brushed my shoulder as his hands drifted lower. “But I need to promise me that you will.”
He raised his head as his hand settled on the slight swell of my stomach. “Promise me that if anything happens to me, you’ll live. For him.”
Tears spilled over as I was unable to hold them back, my damn emotions unruly. His face was at once so full of pride and heartbreak that I couldn’t only nod in response. I rested my hand over his and moved it to the side with a gasp. “Did you feel that?” My watery voice wavered as I felt the baby move.
He laughed, “No, not yet. But I can feel his magic.” His voice changed to wonder. “Katharina, I can feel his magic!” He whispered, eyes brightening with recognition.
We shared this precious moment together, looking at each other in amazement as our future became real in a way it had never been before.
Gently, he lowered his lips to gently brush against mine. I reveled in the sweetness of the moment as he teased me with feather light kisses.
I nibbled on his lip, tugging his bottom lip between my teeth and he growled. The sound reached deep inside me, wetness gushing forward at the sound. I threw my leg over his hip as I arched into him, letting him feel just exactly how much he affected me.
He groaned as his fingers found my nipple and expertly tweaked it, pulling a groan from me to join and tangle with his.
We would be late to the coronation after all.
After all, we had done our part, and now we could fade into the tapestry as we focused on living, on our family. It didn’t matter if history never even knew our story, we knew it. And that was enough.