A Sublime Echo

Prologue

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The first half of the prologue has some making out, and then violence in the last half of the chapter. But honestly, most chapters have some violence in them.

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Ezry

15 years ago

As he stares intensely down at me, Kyre's hair cascades around my face, shielding us from the too bright light. My body shudders at the warm sensation as he brings his lips to my ear whispering, "I never thought I could love someone as I do you." He runs his hand down my bare torso, spreading the warmth that his touch creates. He takes in a shuddering breath as he inhales me then pulls back, his copper brown eyes locking onto mine again. "After everything we have lived through," a menacing laugh erupting, "in spite of the many times we've almost been taken from each other," his mouth connects with my neck, tasting me as his teeth scrape along my jaw. "I have you now, Ezry."

"You had me quite a while ago, Kyre." I smile warmly at him. His response is to bite my shoulder, leaving another mark and making me groan as I move beneath him.

"I love how you taste," he says in a low growl as his body trembles against my skin as the warmth of his tongue travels from my shoulder upward, his saliva and air causing me to shiver. "Not sweet, but spicy. So fucking good."

"I love it when you use that foul mouth of yours so eloquently," I tease him before I reach up to bite his bottom lip. I trace his jaw and neck with my hand as he leans into my touch.

Drawing him closer to my mouth, I stop just before our mouths meet. I trace his lips with my thumbs. "I love this mouth. I love the wicked words that come out of it. And I love the things you do with it," I say softly against his lips, leaning in and biting his lip again to tug it towards me. The soft bed gives way beneath our weight as his bare body, hard and unyielding, covers mine.

He leans into me and takes my mouth softly. We have been married for several days now, and both of our lips are swollen. Too swollen for anything other than soft kissing, at least for now.

I love my feral Fae. Kyre. My husband. His title within the Realm means nothing to me, other than the fact that it means we won't be able to stay secluded for much longer. We have fought side-by-side. Lived together amongst armies, faced death and buried friends together. But it is the way he looks at me, as though his vision has just cleared and I'm the first thing he has seen in too long. Blind to the others who surround us. This look often brings me to my knees, both figuratively, and literally. I smirk as we kiss, my thoughts digress.

Pulling back, I stare at him and see the tenderness that is only for me. Some have difficulty seeing beyond his untamed appearance. But never me.

He smiles at me, his teeth showing, and I run my fingers over their jagged points. He closes his eyes, breaking the intense heat of his stare for only a moment. He woke up one morning long ago, his teeth permanently disfigured to be sharp and terrifying from his previous night's transgressions. They thought he would be upset, but he has always used their appearance to his advantage. He does command the entire King's and Queen's army; and having teeth that look like they could tear your throat out, in addition to the usual Fae fangs, does wonder's to the mind of those he fights.

I trace his ears as he groans and slowly throws his head back, exposing his throat. Sacred fuck, I love his ears. He hates them, and I teasingly called them deformed. But he knows how highly I regard them. Perhaps our children will have them? One of the warriors that walked beside us as we traveled made the mistake of laughing at my teasing of his ears not long ago. The male didn't know that only I can tease him.