Fuck the High King. Fuck white flowers. Fuck pretty dresses.
The first I suppose I already did. I wake the next day in his bed, tangled up in his sheets, in his arms, and when I go to move my hips ache as if I've just run 5 miles in the sand.
"You look even more beautiful when you sleep," he says as he caresses the smooth curve of my ear. My face flushes.
"I am not going to be able to walk because of you.." I say quietly, my voice groggy from the night's events.
"That is fine, I have arms to carry you," He smirks, scooping me up out of the bed and taking me towards his bathroom where a hot shower has already started. I giggle at his un-kinglike behavior.
He looks down at me smiling and I feel the hunger in me again. "Let me devour you once more."
And I let him.
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The Flowers in Her Hair
RomanceThe time has come for for Amara Brook, a half human half fae, to be presented to the High King and to join his court as an eligible bachelorette. But what will happen when this virgin catches the eye of the entire court, especially that of the youn...
