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Chapters (64)
  1. Contents
  2. Dedication
  3. Playlist
  4. Content & Trigger Warnings
  5. Glossary
  6. Map
  7. Prologue
  8. Hawthorne
  9. Laurel
  10. Laurel
  11. Nemesia
  12. Hawthorne
  13. Mazus
  14. Hawthorne
  15. Hawthorne
  16. Laurel
  17. Hawthorne
  18. Laurel
  19. Hawthorne
  20. Laurel
  21. Laurel
  22. Hawthorne
  23. Laurel
  24. Hawthorne
  25. Nemesia
  26. Laurel
  27. Laurel
  28. Hawthorne
  29. Hawthorne
  30. Laurel
  31. Laurel
  32. Hawthorne
  33. Laurel
  34. Laurel
  35. Nemesia
  36. Hawthorne
  37. Hawthorne
  38. Laurel
  39. Hawthorne
  40. Hawthorne
  41. Laurel
  42. Laurel
  43. Nemesia
  44. Laurel
  45. Laurel
  46. Hawthorne
  47. Nemesia
  48. Mazus
  49. Laurel
  50. Laurel
  51. Laurel
  52. Hawthorne
  53. Hawthorne
  54. Nemesia
  55. Nemesia
  56. Laurel
  57. Hawthorne
  58. Hawthorne
  59. Laurel
  60. Laurel
  61. Laurel
  62. Chapter
  63. Acknowledgements
  64. About the Author

Laurel turns, giving me a full view of her backside, before gingerly stepping into the water. She walks down the stairs carved into the rock, and all I can do is stare as her hips sway. When she’s fully submerged, she turns her head to look over her shoulder at me. “Aren’t you coming?” Then she dives, disappearing into the steamy black water.

I undress quicker than I ever have, ripping my tunic and trousers off my body, only leaving my tight undergarments on. I splash into the water, and she swims away from me.

“You do remember that I’m from a kingdom known for its oceans and beaches, right?” I ask, swimming after her quickly. Just when I think I’ve caught her, she aersteps across the pool, giggling. I growl. “And that I’m also a water channeler?” She squeals as I bring her to me on a quick current. She crashes into me, and I wrap my arms around her waist, letting the water carry us to the shallow edge of the pool. I press her up against the wall, my body humming with the feel of her. Skin to skin, there’s nothing but a small length of fabric between us. I bring my lips to her ear. “You can’t run from me, witchling.” My voice is seductive and demanding.

When she shivers, I tighten my grip on her, and she lets out an exhale that’s part sigh and part moan, the ends of her long hair floating around her, and her body glowing from the soft light hovering above us. I bring my lips close to hers, an inch away, then cup her ass. She wraps her legs around me, and my twitching cock fully hardens. She smirks, but I bury my face into her neck, breathing in her seductive scent.

“Laurel,” I sigh. She’s a goddess, and I will willingly worship her. My hands knead her ass in soothing circular motions. Her head drops back, and she arches her pelvis into me. I groan low in my throat. I want her so badly. But I know I have to go slow, have to let her be in control, or she’ll run again.

Her head lifts and her eyes meet mine, and there’s a new kind of heat in them I’ve never seen. “Kiss me,” she demands, breathy and pleading, squeezing her hips closer to mine. That’s all the encouragement I need.