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Enid must’ve known what I was thinking. “I don’t think the other godwitches would’ve cared that much if my mother hadn’t detested me so completely and turned them all against me. To my mother, I was taking the magic they’d passed on to me and distorting it into something ugly and monstrous. They could never forgive me for that. I think it was because I was a reflection of them, but one they didn’t want to see.” She laughed, but there was no humor in it. “They hated when people commented on how much we looked alike. Just make my skin golden, my hair like vines, and I would’ve been their twin.”

“You’re so beautiful,” I said, still stroking her hair. “I can’t understand how they didn’t see that.” I paused, thinking about what I knew of the godwitches. It was said they had trouble reproducing and couldn’t reproduce with each other. They had to use mortals, and because of their immense powers, pregnancies lasted much longer than they did for humans. But the earth godwitch was known to have hundreds of children. “Is that why the earth godwitch had so many children?” I asked. “You were their first and they wanted to . . . what? Prove they could do better?”

I hated the words the minute they left my mouth.

“Yes,” Enid said. “It was like they thought the more children they had, the easier they could erase my existence.”

“I’m glad Vine destroyed that statue.” I tightened my hold on her. “I’ll never forgive your mother for how they treated you, and we are never fucking celebrating the earth godwitch again.”

She snuggled into me, sighing contentedly. I had more questions, but I didn’t want to overwhelm Enid today. Plus, the way her body was molded to mine and the way she was currently kissing my chest made my cock stiffen. We could talk more later.

Right now, I craved her.

I turned and gripped her hips, then flipped us over so she was straddling me. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders, her nipples pebbled, her skin so smooth and beautiful. She easily slid herself onto me, and I groaned out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Then she leaned over, and I arched up to take a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, running my tongue over it in slow circles that drew the most delicious moan from her.

“That feels so good,” she said.

“Mmm,” I murmured in agreement as she began rocking her body over me. I leaned back so I could watch her hips move, watch as she lifted herself every once in a while and I got a view of my cock glistening with her wetness.

“Fuck,” I said again.

It seemed to be the only word I was capable of right now.

She moved faster, her breathing hitching each time she lifted her hips, and I arched my pelvis in return, thrusting up into her, matching her pace, knowing I was already going to need this again after we were done.

“Nevan.” She said my name like a prayer, like she worshipped me instead of the other way around. Then her walls were clenching around my cock, and she was crying out my name over and over and over.

My balls tightened, a tingle spreading at the base of my spine, and my orgasm spurted out of me as I let out a loud moan.

I’d said I was going to keep her in this bed for two weeks as a joke, but at this point, I was starting to think I might actually never let her leave this room.

Both of us shuddered, our bodies clenched tight, our breathing erratic. My head flopped back as I took a few steadying breaths.

Enid let out her own long breath, then lifted off me and flopped by my side.

“I’m addicted,” I said, still dazed from that orgasm.

“Addicted to what?” She trailed a finger over my chest.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I asked with a laugh. “To you. Your body, your voice, the sounds you make when I’m inside you, the way you taste. Every single fucking part of you, Kaladenid. I’m an obsessed man.”

She turned her head and smiled, her face so bright, so full of light, that I hoped I could always make her feel this way. It would be my personal mission to make her smile like this every single day for as long as she’d let me.

CHAPTER 42

Enid

Istood on a lily pad, moving toward a small figure hunched over my perolias and talking animatedly in the distance.

“You’re such a good little flower.” Fiona patted the perolias’s head, and my pulse spiked.

“Fiona!” I yelled. “Get away from there.”

If the perolias opened their petals and let someone see the eye hidden underneath, it would turn that person to stone. It was only temporary, but I’d never forgive myself if one of my creations hurt Fiona.