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found his, and her lids slid shut as she slipped her tongue past his warm lips to explore all she could of him. His hand tightened on her hip, and he pulled her closer. She moaned softly as her ass pressed against his hardening length.
    Running her hand from his face down his arm to rest over his hand, she guided it from her hip across her stomach and to the waistband of her boy-short panties. “Lower, Makyle.”
    With a soft growl, he slipped his fingers past the elastic of her waistband, over her damp, trimmed curls. Using his thumb and forefinger, he spread her lips and dipped his finger deep inside of her. She pulled her mouth from his and moaned softly. His lips found her neck and began caressing her soft skin as his finger moved in and out of her slick heat, eliciting small whimpers and moans.
    She was losing herself, releasing all that had defined her for so many years, and as scary as the truth was… she was falling in love with the Immortal Ruler.
    Samira’s fingers snaked through and fisted Makyle’s wet hair. With a firm grasp, she pulled his head back, and her mouth captured his once more. Liquid fire heated her veins as he pushed her closer to an exquisite orgasm. With a flick of his thumb against her bud of nerves, Samira tumbled over the edge. Her screams were muffled by his mouth as he kissed her deeply.
    Pulling back from him, she gasped, fighting to catch her breath. “God,” she sighed.
    Makyle grinned at her. “You don’t have to call me God.”
    With her fingers still buried in his black mane, she yanked his head back. “You are so fucking arrogant.”
    “True.” He grinned, wrapped his arm around her waist, and rolled her to her back. He bit into his wrist and pressed it to her lips.
    She hesitated briefly but let her tongue lap at the crimson liquid as her lips sealed over the wound. She drank deeply of the blood that she had only tasted once but had changed her life forever.
    Makyle’s eyes grazed over her creamy flesh as she drank from him and the last reminders of his time in the Underworld disappeared from her skin. He took that moment to truly enjoy the beauty before him. Once she released his wrist, he kissed her, hard, and descended on her full breast, taking her pink nipple to suckle upon. Her hand landed above her left breast, covering the one scar he couldn’t heal.
    “Don’t hide it from me,” he said, lifting his head from her nipple to catch her gaze.
    She let her head fall back and sighed. “I don’t want you to focus on it.”
    “Because you fear that it will affect how beautiful I think you are? Or because you don’t want me to be reminded that I was the one to scar you?”
    “Oh Jesus, Makyle… I just don’t want it to be what you see when you look at me.”
    He shook his head. “I see many things when I look at you, the least of which is that scar. You’re beautiful, Samira.”
    Her head fell back as his mouth went back to work, assaulting her flesh in the most pleasurable of ways.
     

Chapter Twelve
     
    “Which way did he go?” Bain rumbled lowly, as he and Kale stood before the forest that separated the Light and Dark lands.
    Kale gestured towards the forest. “He’s probably hiding in there, like he has for so many years in the Underworld. I can’t believe he hitched a ride with us.”
    “It’s our luck as of late,” Bain smirked. “There is always a curve ball.”
    Kale grunted, pulled his sword free from the sheath on his back, and headed into the forest. He grimaced at the sight of some of the trees. They were, in a sense, deformed from the battle that took place here so many months ago—there were Fae trapped within the trees, thanks to the Meliae spirits. With a keen eye, Kale scanned the shadow-draped forest.
    “It’s damn creepy in here now,” Kale whispered, as he and Bain moved deeper into the forest.
    Bain stopped and squinted as he studied one of the trees. With a flick of his finger, a piece of gray-colored bark flew from the nose