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Roderick's expression softened, a rare vulnerability peeking through the mask of aloofness he usually wore. "And I never thought I'd hunger for your light," he admitted, his fingertips tracing patterns on her collarbone. "Scared?" His lips brushed along her neck, finding the pulse point that betrayed her excitement.

"Thrilled," she countered, arching into his touch, reveling in the cool relief his darkness provided against the heat coursing through her veins. Candace slowly sank to her knees before him. She nuzzled her cheek against the hard bulge in his pants. Her hands shook as she finally managed to unbuckle his breeches.Her fingers grazed the tip of his erection as she pulled his hard cock out. Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed him, sucking hard.

Roderick hissed at the contact, his hands finding their way to the back of her head, guiding her as she began to move back and forth. Candace did her best to follow his lead, her tongue darting out to lick at the sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock. It throbbed as she worked him with her mouth and hands. She felt him tense beneath her, and she knew he was about to explode.

"Candace..." he groaned, his voice filled with roughened edges of desire and hunger.

She took him deeper, knowing she was close to making him come. And she wanted that. She wanted to make him lose control.

Suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet. Their clothes became a nuisance, discarded with impatient hands. As bare skin met, he lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as they kissed again, their tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. She felt his teeth nip at her bottom lip, sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through her.

"I need you," he growled against her lips, his voice hitting her with a raw intensity that left her breathless.

Candace's heart raced as she met his eyes, her own desire mirrored in their depths. The heat and longing she saw there were intoxicating, and she knew that she would do whatever it took to satisfy him.

"You're mine," Roderick whispered, his eyes locking on to hers as he positioned himself between her legs. "And you always will be."

Candace cried out in triumph when he entered her. Their bodies fit together perfectly, like two sides of the same coin. “Take me hard," she said as the pulsating rhythm of their combined energies washed over her.

With a primal growl, Roderick thrust into her, driving her into the tree with a force that sent stars dancing in front of her eyes. He moved with a ferocity that shattered any notion of restraint, his eyes locked on hers as he took her, possession etched into every line of his face. Candace moaned, her body arching toward him, the feeling of his hands on her skin sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins.

The night air buzzed with their love, their passion an electrifying force that threatened to shatter the very foundations of Whitlock. Candace's body tensed, the agony of the need building, threatening to consume them both. They moved together, a rhythm as old as time itself, each push and pull blurring the lines between their realms. Candace felt the brush of his magic, dark as midnight, enveloping her in a cocoon of exquisite shadows. In return, her own magic unfurled, casting a warm glow that softened the edges of his darkness.

“Come for me,” he demanded, reaching between their bodies so he could tickle her clit as they writhed together.

"Yes," she moaned, her hips bucking against him, her legs tightening around his waist. Candace's body trembled as she felt the waves of pleasure wash over her like a tidal wave, her orgasm breaking free and crashing against the walls of her mind. She cried out, her voice mingling with Roderick's growls and roars of satisfaction as he lost control and let his own inhibitions slip away. Their coupling grew more frenzied, their lips locked in a passionate embrace as they continued to move together in a dance only they understood. The air around them crackled with energy, their love and desire fueling a connection that transcended their rival heritages.

Candace's body quivered beneath Roderick's touch, her senses heightened by the intensity of their lovemaking. She felt as if she could reach out and touch the very stars themselves.

As they reached the pinnacle of their passion, Roderick's grip tightened on her hips, pulling her closer still as he thrust into her with renewed vigor. Candace's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her own orgasm building, the waves of pleasure crashing against her like a tidal wave.

Their cries of passion filled the night, matching the rhythm of their bodies as they found release, breathless and entwined, the duality of their existence hanging heavily in the air. Yet, in that quiet afterglow, they discovered a fragile peace, a momentary respite from the chaos of their worlds.

Chapter Seven

Candace

Candace stretched, her golden hair catching the sun's rays as she lounged on a soft bed of cotton candy clouds. The sugary scent of her realm filled her senses, and a contented sigh escaped her lips. She wished Roderick was here with her, but he needed to recharge his powers back in her own realm. The first time they had made love, it had been for the sole purpose of creating the well—and for having fun. She had felt the first stirrings of love then, but now she was sure of it. Even though Roderick Stone was a moonsidhe, the King of Nightmares, and a stubborn pain in the ass, she was head over heels in love with him.

"Your Radiance!" a high-pitched voice cried out, shattering the serenity of her thoughts. Candace's eyes fluttered open just in time to see a group of candy fae hovering before her, their tiny wings vibrating with urgency.

“What's the matter, my little sugar sprites?"

"We found the problem,” one of them chirped nervously, its gumdrop eyes wide with concern. "We've been investigating Whitlock like you asked, and you’re not going to believe what we found.”

With a collective grunt, the candy fae emptied a sack of potion bottles at Candace's feet, the bottles clinking together as they scattered across the floor.

"These were in several people’s trash.”

Another candy fae, its tiny wings dusted with powdered sugar, fluttered nervously in front of her. "We've run tests onthese bottles,” it explained, its voice trembling like the leaves of a delicate mint plant. "Our findings are quite troubling."

“What did you find?" Candace picked up one of the empty vials. It looked familiar.

"They’re minor mind control potions,” another candy fae chimed in. "Whoever drank them would be under the influence of someone else's will."

Candace's fingers tightened around one of the bottles as she examined it more closely. And that's when she saw it. It looked like the one Roderick had. The one he’d said was an energy tincture.

Had he slipped a mind control potion into her coffee? Was that why she was suddenly so head over heels for him?