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290 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 8, 2020
He was a blinding, powerful sun, and she was a tiny nebula, swirling gas and dust trying to form into something. His pull was too great, and if she entered his orbit, she would never quite become who she was supposed to...
He kissed away all of his confusion and doubts, finding answers he hadn't realized he was looking for... She molded to him perfectly, like she'd been created with him in mind or he had been fashioned specifically for her. With their lips fused and tongues dancing, Tristan could believe they had been made for each other, could forget all the differences and potential problems, could see past the crown to the woman destined to wear it.
He wanted to muss up her perfect clothes. He longed to kneel before her as a subject before his queen and then to worship her as a man would a woman. And holy fuck, did he want her to kneel before him.