Never thought of myself as a size queen until I met him. I don’t think I could ever do this with another man. I only want him and his kind heart and fierce intelligence, his sly humor and gentle touch.
I want us to be permanent.
Tovian’s hooded eyes cut to me.
“Okay?”
I nod and raise my hips, then slam back down. Tovian grips me hard enough to leave marks, steadying me as I bounce on his cock. Slick sounds fill my ears. I’m so wet. So close to going over the edge again.
Tovian’s ragged pants as he drives me down and down, hard strokes tell me that he’s close, too.
He gets there first. He clamps down on my hips, holding me still while his buck upward. Taking control. Taking what he needs.
It’s enough to send me flying, too. I’m only a few seconds behind him. His erection lasts long enough for me to finish coming. Awkwardly, I dismount my boyfriend and snuggle against his side. He stroked my hair.
“Tovian?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you still want to get married?”
He chuckles and squeezes me.
“I wanted that from the moment I laid eyes on you, Sunshine.”
“My father won’t be happy.”
“Neither will my mother.”
A long pause, as if he’s thinking how to phrase his next question. “Would your father have objected to Lorcan, if he’d dated you?”
Lorcan has become a sensitive topic between us ever since he woke up. I hate that he’s a third wheel to my relationship with Tovian.
But that isn’t what Tovi asked.
“I don’t think so,” I hedge, knowing full well my father would’ve rolled over and welcomed Lorcan as his son-in-law despite the fact that he was only a knight and not from our tribe. Lorcan has that effect on people.
I don’t want to think about my friends right now, when I’m basking in the afterglow with Tovian. Yet I can’t stop the memory of our last conversation from flashing through my mind.
You’ll go find Zosia, right?
He actually hesitated.If that’s where Saskaya sends me.
The old you would have gone after her by now. You wouldn’t have stopped until she was safe.
She might not even be alive,he countered.
The Lorcan I knew wouldn’t have hesitated. He’d be climbing down from the Temple Plateau to go and find her the instant he was strong enough to make the descent. This version of him might as well have shrugged. I don’t understand why he’s not trying harder.
Then he had the temerity to ask,Were we ever together?
He meant me and him. I’ve never full-body cringed before. Ages ago, I proposed marriage to Lorcan. Some cultures exchange rings. Our tradition is to exchange weapons. I gave him an Italian dagger that had once been owned by a renowned assassin. He gave me nothing in return except a simple thanks.
We were never an item.
I hooked up with a few guys at university, mostly as a balm to my pride after being totally rejected by Lorcan, but I’ve never really had a boyfriend before. Part of me still thinks Tovian will drop me in a heartbeat. I’m not ready to give him a weapon, nor am I ready to accept one from him. But I trust him enough to be here laying the foundation for an eventual proposal. Clearly, we have to win over many hearts and minds if we want to be together.
“So it’s just me, then?” Tovian’s words are clipped. I felt the tension in his body. He’s understandably hurt that my people haven’t readily accepted him.
