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He spun me around, and I went willingly. Desperately. And so hopefully it broke my heart a little more.

This night had taken a delicious turn.

Chapter Seventeen

If princesses should witness kings,

The moon must witness boons.

How she must blush.

Iawoke, and the feeling was unlike that of waking on a cloud, and more like the feeling of waking on a dining table naked but for the skirt pooled high around my hips.

See was touching me, and the deepest parts of my sleeping mind had known it. He circled my entrance and the unexplored tightness of my ass. His power palmed my breasts. Lazily.

I could not recall falling into slumber like a new monster might, but after hours to experience the sensual creativities of his power and to hear his sinister whispers in my ears, my slumber was no wonder.

I was moaning and could assume this had been going on for some time. The small whimpers would not have filled me with pride usually, but to come awake whimpering was a different experience, for my usual defenses were not erected. I might have hastily built them now, yet the pleasure without them was heady.

Consuming.All night a slight barrier had existed between us, that formed by the transactional coldness of our arrangement. That was gone.

“Did you sleep?” I asked, and sleep filled my voice.

“No.” The single word was almost angry, and I could pinpoint him looming over me to watch my sensual, sleeping show from as close as possible.

Disconcerting.But I was consumed and would not give up the feeling yet. I kept my eyes closed, and my breath hitched when his power slipped through my folds.

My body was fevered by his efforts. My mind was scrambled. Goodness, but I felt quite capable of submitting to anything he wished.

Dawn must be near, and so he had watched this slumbering and whimpering cabaret for hours. Had I found fulfillment in that time? I expected so.

My entire body felt languid and tender and plump. If this was from his mere power, as shockingly creative as that was, then I could only imagine what his true touch might feel like.

I sighed a breath, unmoving and otherwise quiet as See pushed me to fresh fulfillment with nothing more than circles and kneads. I was his creature right now. He knew it. I knew it. There was a peace to that knowledge, for I felt content and sure of his ability to satiate me. He felt content and sure of his ability too.

There was a trust in that, and a trust in sharing this defenseless place, even if we had not intended to share such intimacy.

The shakes of pleasure racked me, and after, I opened my eyes at last.

I could not see his features other than the darkness over his jaw, but what a sensory delight, for I could hear his low, tortured groan when he glimpsed my blue eyes, and I could feel his groanon my stitched cheeks. In my eyes, he saw that I was his. Our bodies had found some alignment for us. Maybe a deeper part of us too.

Just for now.

Just until dawn. But perhaps King See had learned something of his claiming madness tonight.

I kept my eyes opened while recalling everything I had said at his demand, and everything I had done in the throes of pleasure.

My cheeks warmed, and he groaned anew.

“No, maiden,” he hissed. “What we have shared cannot embarrass. You have reduced me to dust this night with your abandon. An eternity alone had been made worthwhile under this moon. I should have granted you far more for what you gifted me.”

All I had done was allow him to make me scream and plead and cry and laugh and moan—all in the name of delicious acts—while See would return to his kingdom and his hand.

I would go to King Bring satiated and with no desire or lust.

See was more filled with lust than ever.

That did not suit me. I could not think that would help in madness either.