39 Meimi
Thorne presses his lips to mine. His mouth is all things warm, firm and perfect. Shocks of pleasure move though me.
Ah, my emperor.
A month ago, that title would have seemed impossible. Now I can’t imagine Thorne as anything else.
Our kiss turns fierce. Thorne guides me down onto the smooth sands of this alien beach. The firm planes of his body press against my own.
“You know what to do,” I whisper.
“That I do.”
Thorne commands his sentient clothing to vanish. I do the same. Every inch of me lights up with desire, knowing we have no official duties today, other than enjoying time with each other.
It’s true that Thorne and I may never have expected to become emperor and empress. Still—in this moment—it’s the best outcome in the omniverse.
—The End—
Also By Christina Bauer
