“So good, Mila,” I hummed against her. “Exactly as I knew you’d be.” She was every good and sinful thing I’d envisioned. Every damn dream I thought I’d never want or deserve again, and somehow more. “Better than anything I could have imagined.”
I crooked my fingers inside of her, and she cried out. But then she tangled a hand in my hair and tugged. When I looked up, she said, “I want to come with you,” and I almost lost it again.
Mila pushed onto her elbows, catching her breath as I discarded my shorts. The way she flushed as my cock bobbed free, taking in my length with an impressed look, was nothing short of satisfying. A sight I’d be committing to memory.
I stroked myself as I settled between her hips. “One day, I’m going to watch you ride me,” I said as I dragged the head of mycock up her center and she stifled a moan. “I’ve been imagining it for a while now.”
I pushed into her slowly, barely an inch. She was hot and tight, and I wanted nothing more than to see her unleashed like that, but even I wasn’t masochistic enough to try that with the fresh scars on my back, though I barely felt them as she consumed me.
“For now,” I panted, “I want to watch you unravel.”
To memorize every expression on her face as those walls came tumbling down.
“One day,” Mila answered on a gasp as I pushed in further, clutching my arm, “I want you to take me every way you can imagine.”
“Is that an order from my general?” Another slow inch. So slow, I wasn’t sure how I’d make it, but I wanted every second of pleasure to last for her. Wanted to erase every ghost haunting her.
Mila smirked, panting, “Spirits, yes, it is.”
And I slammed forward, making her cry out.
I kissed her as I pulled my hips back and sank forward again. “Relax,” I muttered against her lips, sweat already beading on our skin. “I’ve got you.”
Like my words unlocked something within her, she eased around me, and I sank to the hilt again. Mila gasped, but I swallowed the sound, moving slowly. Pulling back and plunging forward again to hit that spot deep within her that was making her moan.
“Just like that,” she said, knowing exactly what she wanted, and dammit if that wasn’t one of the most attractive things I’d ever heard. Her telling me she knew what she liked, she knew what she wantedmeto do to her. It had me thrusting into her quicker, meeting every request she had, every angle she moved her hips to.
Her hands dragged so gently over my back, like she wanted to feel my scars but didn’t want to hurt me.
“Your scars are beautiful, too.” She exhaled as I brought one of her knees to her chest and sank into her.
Breathing heavily, I told her, “We wouldn’t be here together without them.”
Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn’t, but as I watched Mila’s eyes cloud with a dazed lust and felt the beginnings of her orgasm fluttering around my cock, it felt like the most promised thing in any realm. This. Us. Like we were those constellations she loved and had always been connected, even if the map of our scars traced them.
“Promise me,” I grunted as I picked up into a punishing pace. As I knew I was hitting that edge and felt her careening toward it, too.
“Anything,” she gasped.
“You always said tomorrow.” I captured her lips, a kiss too sloppy and desperate and needy. “Promise me all your tomorrows, Mila. Because you have every one of mine.”
“I promise,” she said. “Every tomorrow is yours.”
And then she clenched tighter around my cock, and with only a few more strokes we came together.
And those constellations I thought had written us? I was damn wrong.
Wewrotethem.
Forged them out of the fires we’d walked through, remapped their paths through the scars etched into our flesh as our own courses had changed.
We weren’t just two warriors who’d stumbled upon this earth. In this moment, with every damn tomorrow sworn between us, we were as fated as the stars.
“Vale had this?”I repeated, holding Valyrie’s heart before the flickering flames and watching how the light shone through the shades of blue.
Ophelia and Tolek sat in chairs beside the fire in my room in the inn. Mila was at the foot of my bed beside me. We’d barely left the room since I woke up yesterday.
“She did,” Ophelia confirmed.
