"You're a fascinating woman, Belle." He was pressed into my center. His gaze watching me from beneath hooded eyes. He massaged into me in a slow place. Letting the layers of pleasurable slivers stack upon themselves until there was a layer woven through me, ready to rupture.

He was groaning faintly. Those sounds becoming longer and deeper with each move.

When it did, I bucked up and hooked my heels along the insides of his thighs and flexed up to grasp his buttocks and pull him tighter into me. Causing those moans to become almost painfilled.

Then he gasped and thrust deep. His hips rocking in the faintest motion. I felt his member pulsing between my walls as he unleashed the seed that had poured through his stem and into my body.

"Belle!" He cried brokenly before slumping over me. His hands bracing himself on each side of me to keep his weight from crushing me. He tried to roll to the side of me, but his arms were shaking.

"Are you weakened, Din?"

He chuckled. "You do have that affect on me."

"We're married." I said in astonishment. Reaching up to stroke the hair along the back of his head until he relaxed along my side. Still unable to roll fully off me. But I liked his soothing warmth so close.

I don't want him any further away.

"We are, indeed." He murmured. Looking very sleepy. "Finally."

"Finally?"

"Yes." He gave a single nod. "You're impossible."

"Bodin!" I objected.

"What?" He asked dully. "It's true."

I bit my tongue to keep from arguing further. I'd heard it before. And in truth, I rather took it as a compliment that I was strong and willing to speak my mind.

"I'd change nothing about you, Belle." He admitted quietly.

I gave him a quick look but found his eyes were already closed and his breathing had levelled.

He's asleep.

Exhausted from chasing me.

I was sure that while I'd been resting in that carriage, he'd been wide awake riding a horse since early morning.

Hot on my trail.

And he'd not slept at all the night before.

Stationed outside my bedchamber door.

"Bodin."

"Huh?" He breathed.

"I love you."

"I love you to, Belle." He murmured sleepily. "More than life itself."

The next evening, we returned to Charters House.

As we entered, there was an immediate shadow on the stairwell. Slender enough and with awkward, nervous movements. Indicating to me who it was.

Ginny.

"My Lady?"

I stopped in the foyer. Staring up at her in shock. Feeling a wash of emotions. She murdered my father. She was allied with Randy.

"You're still here?" Bodin sounded faintly surprised.

"No one ever came to take me away, so I stayed. I'm ready for whatever will come." She lifted her chin bravely but her voice trembled.

Anger was rising in me a I stared at her.

I felt Bodin's reassuring hand land on my lower back. "She's wronged you. She will pay. But please hear her out. Consider that had she not spoke out against Randall, you'd have been ravaged in your chamber."

I gave a stiff nod.

I'll hear her out. For Bodin.

I went up to my chamber with her.

Once in my room, she slumped to the edge of my bed and tearfully confessed everything.

I stood over her, my arms crossed. And there were points in which I too found myself crying. As she talked of putting the poison into my father's tea and then hearing me crying as she gathered things from my chamber. Knowing it was her fault.

There was true remorse in her. Though she hadn't seemed to feel any as she did such awful things.

"I'm sorry, Belle." She whimpered. "You didn't deserve it. You were probably the closest thing to a friend I ever had."

That melted my fury and heartbreak. I dropped to sit next to her. Crying just as hard. "I was your friend. And you destroyed me."

"I know." She cried. "Lord Charters is sending me away."

"I know."

"I earned that, Belle. In truth, you'll be the only one I miss. Thank you for everything." She didn't look at me as she impulsively caught me in a hug. Clutching me a brief moment before ducking her head and shuffling from my chamber. Still sobbing as she took the hall.

Bodin rolled from the wall outside the door.

Always just outside.

Waiting for me to need him.

He walked to the bed, and I stood and met him. Stepping into his comforting arms and crying against his shoulder while he held me.

Bodin soon left me to go find Ginny. He escorted her to the edge of the lawns and handed her over to Ena.

The fey woman directed her where to go.

Ginny was led into the opulence of the stunning Fey Castle. Jaw gaping in astonishment.

"Eat." A regal brunette queen in thick robes came midway down the stairs and gestured to the fine banquet. But her tone was not inviting it was commanding.

She knew why Ginny was there.

Ginny partook of the food.

Other fey women led her away to dress her for the eternal fey court and teach her what would become her ways.

Ginny was stunned by the beauty and glamor.

It'd be a long while until she realized the full gravity of the trap, she was in.

Once in the fey castle, partaking of any elven food, meant remaining for an eternity as one of the King's people.

But Ginny's fate was not so bad. Below the many levels of the grand castle, was a stinking dungeon. And in that dungeon was a man with an apple in his mouth. Tied with a leather strap as if he were no more than a hog about to be served on a platter at a fine banquet.

He was spread face down over a table. His ankles tied to the table's legs. His knees bound midway up, so his legs were spread until his feet didn't touch the ground, sticking nearly straight out. And forcing all his weight on his stomach. He was folded over it with his wrists shackled from chains strung out of the wall across from him. Forcing him still.

His skin was already slick with sweat from the stagnant air here. He already felt he couldn't breathe. The panic he'd felt at waking such each time his eyes peeled open had caused him to futilely writhe in terror than collapse from exhaustion then wake to start over. The edge of the narrow wooden table dug into his hip bones and the tops of his thighs. But no matter his desperate attempts he couldn't budge.

He had no idea why he was there. By now dried tears marred his freckled face. His red hair had been cropped with a razor until his head was smooth except for one perfectly square patch atop his head.

"Do you know why you belong to us now?" An eerie crackling voice asked from the darkness.

THE END

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