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“Phoenix, release me!” I chuckled, attempting to leave the bed.
Harper had knocked only moments ago, informing me that the king wished to see me. I understood why he had not come himself. He didn’t want to leave the queen’s side, and from what I heard, she wasn’t faring well.
However, Phoenix seemed unwilling to let me depart. Following our recent journey through Octavia’s memories, during which I had collapsed, Phoenix had become exceptionally attentive, likely attempting to quell his fears about losing me.
“Not quite yet,” he murmured into my neck, peppering it with kisses and bites.
His arms enveloped me, keeping me firmly in bed as he continued to nuzzle my neck, eliciting a moan from me. He was exhibiting his possessive nature, ensuring his scent enveloped me entirely.
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