Chapter 11.
Megara.
I went up on my tip toes and met Everly’s mouth with mine, moaning against his lips as he kissed me. He stole my breath and held my face with such delicacy it made tears sting my eyes.
All of it was so beautiful.
Hands moved over my body and yet Everly held my face. I had to assume it was Fiore or Nyeer, and in this moment, I didn’t care which one it was. My men would look after me.
My ancient dress was untied and whisked away, so that I stood only in a pair of panties and the Fae slippers I loved so much.
Everly lifted me up and I wrapped my thighs around his waist, wishing he was n***d, and wanting him closer than ever.
He walked over to the bed, then dropped us down onto it. I laughed as Everly’s weight pressed me into the softness and I bounced on the mattres
