I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming.
When I ca down, panting and shaking, he kissed —softer this ti, but still just as hungry.
"You taste as good as I’d imagined that you would," he murmured, licking the sweat from my neck. "And I’ve been starving for you for a long ti."
Then he was undoing his pants, freeing himself. He was already hard—achingly so—and I couldn’t look away.
My lips parted as he gripped himself, brushing his head against my slick entrance.
"Athena?" he asked hoarsely. "I want you to belong to ."
"You?" I echoed, a defiant fire in my chest. "You want to belong to you?"
His eyes t mine. "Yes. I really want you to."
He slid in slow and deep, inch by inch, until I was filled to the brim, stretched around him perfectly.
My back arched, nails digging into his arms. "Gods—Lucas—"
He started to move, hard and steady, every stroke pulling moans from my throat I couldn’t stop if I tried.
"You fit like you were made for ," he growled.
I gasped, fingers gripping the sheets. "Don’t say that—"
"Why not?" he panted, thrusting harder. "It’s true. You feel at ho."
"I really hate you," I whispered, but my hips bucked to et every thrust.
He grinned like the devil. "Then hate harder."
He picked up the pace, slamming into with force, with purpose. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard thudding lightly against the wall.
"You feel that?" he growled, bending to kiss the corner of my mouth.
"I’m going to regret this," I moaned as another wave built inside , hotter and faster than before.
"Then regret it with your legs shaking around ."
And gods, I did.
He pushed over the edge again, this ti with one deep, brutal thrust that sent spiralling. I clung to him like he was the only solid thing in a burning world.
As I rode the aftershocks, he groaned deep and spilt inside , his forehead pressed to mine, sweat mingling, breath syncing, bodies tangled like they never should’ve co apart.
We stayed there, trembling, catching our breath.
Then he kissed my forehead.
Soft.
Too soft.
Like he cared so deeply about .
And that—more than anything else—terrified .
Because I wasn’t sure if I hated him more for touching like that...
Or for having the power to make want him.
The hours slipped by in silence after Lucas left. The room still slled faintly of him, and my skin prickled with the mory of his fierce kiss and the way he’d pulled close—like he’d never want to let go again.
I tried to steady my breathing, tried to shake off the heat burning my cheeks. I barely had ti before a soft knock ca at the door.
"Who is it?" I called, hastily pulling my robe tighter around .
"Lira," ca her calm voice from the other side.
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding and hurried to open the door.
Lira stepped inside, her usual bright smile in place. She glanced around the room and then at , her eyes lingering just a mont too long.
"You look flushed," she observed lightly, tilting her head. "Did you have a strange dream last night?"
I swallowed hard and forced a small, awkward smile. "Yeah... sothing like that. It felt so real."
She nodded as if accepting the answer without pressing further and walked in fully.
"I’ve got so good news," she said, her voice brightening. "My father found sothing—about the portal. He thinks there might be a way to send you back."
My heart stuttered. "Really?"
Lira nodded eagerly. "Yeah. But he wants to talk to you himself, see what you think. He says it’s urgent."
I hesitated, the weight of hope pressing down on . "When?"
"As soon as you’re ready," she said. "He’s waiting."
I managed a shaky nod. "Thank you, Lira. That ans more than you know."
She smiled warmly. "We’re going to get you ho, Athena. I promise."
I shut the door gently behind her, my mind a whirlwind of hope and confusion—and a blush that wouldn’t fade.
The corridor to the throne room was vast and echoing, the walls gleaming with polished marble and intricate tapestries that depicted the kingdom’s history. Despite the grandeur, I couldn’t shake the cold knot in my stomach.
Lira walked beside , calm and sure as ever, but I was the one who had to face the King. The man who held the answers — and possibly more danger than I wanted.
"We’ll get through this," Lira said softly, squeezing my hand. "You’re not alone, don’t forget that."
I nodded, drawing strength from her words even as my heart pounded louder.
When we reached the massive double doors, they opened before we could knock. A pair of guards nodded respectfully and stepped aside.
The throne room was vast, lit by towering crystal chandeliers that scattered prismatic light. The King sat on his elevated throne, regal and imposing, his sharp eyes fixed on us.
" Lira," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "Athena."
I stepped forward, bowing my head slightly.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
He studied for a long mont, his gaze piercing.
"Your arrival here has been... unexpected," he said. "And yet, it may be the key to an ancient mystery."
Lira stepped forward beside . "Athena, Father found out that your presence here is tied to the portal and the fate of both our realms."
The King nodded slowly. " My advisors are studying how to open the portal’s magic, but it remains unsure."
He motioned to a grand table where a map of swirling symbols and glowing runes lay spread out.
"This is what I’ve discovered," he said, pointing to a shimring blue circle. "The portal connects your world and ours, but the barrier is weakening. Without a way to stabilize it after opening it, both realms risk collapse."
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