Epilogue
We stayed in one another’s arms until we caught our breath and he slipped out of me. Getting off the throne was awkward – he helped me balance, then I stood n***d in front of him, smiling down.
“Don’t get used to that – it’s my throne.”
Zaan chuckled, coming to a stand. “Don’t worry – you’re always welcome to sit on top of me,” he said, and then kissed me hard. I sank back when he was through, feeling warm. He changed to smoke for an instant – as did his clothing – and then he was assembled again.
“That’s unfair.”
“You’re the one who bathed already,” he said waving his hand about to indicate my magic, and I laughed.
“Why here, Zaan? Why not my bed?” I asked, bending over to sweep up what was left of my dress. He watched all of me as I moved, eyes bright.
“I wanted you to cl
