Page 88 of Dark Witch: Entangled Fates

Impatient to be inside of her, Edgar got between her spread thighs, remembering at the last moment that he needed to protect her. He didn't want to induce her without her consent, and now wasn't the time for lengthy explanations.

The problem was, he hadn't thought that they would end up in his cabin tonight and hadn't prepared a condom.

With a groan, he dropped his forehead to hers. "I don't have protection."

Caressing his back, Jasmine chuckled. "It's in my purse."

He lifted his head and smiled even though his fangs were on full display by now. Jasmine was blind to them as if they didn't exist. "Thank the merciful Fates one of us was thinking." He slid off her and darted his gaze around the room in search of her purse.

"On the floor. Right there." She pointed.

He didn't follow her finger. Instead, he drank in the beauty sprawled on his bed. "You are a goddess, Jasmine. The goddess of love and lust and carnal desire."

She grinned. "Ooh, I love it, but you know what I’d love even more?"

"What?"

"For you to get the condom, put it on, and give me what I need." She reached with her hand to the juncture of her thighs and cupped herself.

Edgar nearly climaxed just from that, and when she lifted her other hand to her breast and started tweaking her nipple, he leaped off the bed, upended her purse, and found the packet among all the items that had tumbled out.

He was sheathed in two seconds flat and entered her with one swift thrust.

Jasmine cried out his name, but he knew it wasn't because he'd hurt her. She clung to him, her nails digging into his buttocks, urging him to move, and as he did, she wrapped her legs around his torso and let him dictate the rhythm.

With their moans and groans echoing off the walls of the cabin in a symphony of bliss, Edgar went deeper, harder, until her pleasure crested, and she threw her head back with a scream that even the cabin's impressive soundproofing couldn't contain. And when he erupted and bit her at the same time, she screamed and climaxed again and again until her voice gave out, and all that came out was a croak, and then she fell silent.

Edgar licked the puncture wounds closed, tenderly kissed the spot, and lifted his head to look at Jasmine's blissed-out expression.

She would be hoarse tomorrow, but hopefully, his venom would heal her injured throat enough so she could sing at the wedding.

66

KIAN

Kian leaned back in his chair, savoring the rich, bold flavor of the coffee Syssi had made for him. She might have only chosen the right pod to pop in the simple machine they had on board, but it still tasted fantastic because he was enjoying it with her.

The morning sun was casting a warm glow on her multicolored hair, making it look like gold, polished copper, and even a few strands that were so pale they looked like silver or platinum.

Allegra was spending the morning with her grandparents, so it was a rare pocket of time where they could simply be together as a couple and breathe. For once, Kian allowed himself to relax and bask in the simple joy of his mate's company.

"My parents are spoiling Allegra rotten," Syssi murmured, her fingers curled around her own steaming mug. "She's going to miss them so much when the cruise ends and they go back home." She sighed. "As amazing as the cruise has been, adventures and all, I'm ready to go home too."

Smiling, Kian reached for her hand. "Me too. I should have stuck to my original plan of making the cruise only a week long. Ten days is too much. Besides, I bet your main impetus for going home is the fancy cappuccino machine that you can't wait to get back to."

"Guilty as charged," Syssi admitted. "For the next cruise, I'm ordering one for the ship. I'm so spoiled that I can't live without it."

Kian raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "You do realize that every bar on this ship is equipped with a state-of-the-art La Marzocco machine, right? You chose them."

Syssi shook her head. "It's not the same as having one to myself. There's just something about being able to fiddle with the settings, to tweak and adjust them until I get the perfect cup. It's an art, really."

Kian held up his hands in surrender. "Far be it from me to argue with the master barista," he teased. "I will admit, though, your cappuccinos are the best I've ever tasted."

"Thank you." Syssi's eyes sparkled with pleasure. But after a moment, her expression turned serious. "Do you want me to be there when you talk with Jasmine?"

"Of course. I'm going to ask her to come here." He pulled out his phone. "And after we talk to her and she agrees to help look for the prince, I will ask Aru to join us as well. I would have asked him to come over now, but I don't want to overwhelm her."

Syssi chuckled. "I don't think that Jasmine gets easily overwhelmed. I think she dissociates, but I'm not an authority on the subject. David could probably assess her better."

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