Page 68 of The Princess and the Demon

She stirs, turning to her side. Pulling off my shirt, I crawl into bed next to her, gathering her in my arms once more.

I hold her until she lets out a shaky exhale, and her body completely relaxes against me.

A few moments pass before sleep beckons to me as well.

Elora

I awaken with a start, my eyes flying open. I look around me, quickly realizing where I was. Relaxing, I adjust, stilling when I feel the heaviness of an arm draped over me.

Dread fills me as I look over my shoulder. Amon lays next to me, one arm curled under his head, the other draped over my waist.

I let out a slow exhale, taking him in. His features are relaxed in sleep. His dark lashes are longer than I thought they were, resting against high cheekbones.

My heart skips a beat as I realize he’s shirtless, and I let my eyes rove over the contours of his muscles. My fingers itch to reach out and touch him.

Amon had gone through hell and back for me, and I had no idea how I’d ever repay him.

Turning over gently to face him, I curl my hands under my cheek, watching him sleep. I drink in everything about him, from the small black mole next to one dark eyebrow, to the black horns protruding from the top of his head.

Reaching out a hand, I run a finger over one hesitantly.

There were as solid as they looked. I wrap my hand gently around one, startling when Amon lets out a groan.

I snatch my hand away with a gasp.

“Female if you do that again we are going to be starting this morning a very different way.”

His voice is thick with sleep, but the statement sends a wave of heat straight to my core.

I pull my lower lip between my teeth, deciding I was going to see if he’d make good on his threat. I reach up, running the tip of a finger along the curve of a horn.

“Do they have any feeling?” I ask as I follow the curve to the tip.

“As much as any other part of my body.” Amon growls, spanning a hand across the small of my back. He pulls me to him, melding my body against his.

I hold my breath as he runs clawed fingers up my back to fist a gentle hand in my tangled hair. I let out a shaky breath as he pulls my head back, leaning over me to kiss me gently.

He pauses to look down at me, concern etched on his features. “Elora...”

I shake my head at him, hushing him as I pull him back down to press my lips against his.

I need this right now.

I need him.

He growls before angling his mouth over mine.

I close my eyes, giving into the kiss. His lips are so soft against mine, and I cling to him, digging my blunt nails into his arm.

I breath in deeply, his scent enveloping me.

My body responds instantly, causing goosebumps to pebble along my skin, and my nipples to harden painfully against the fabric of my nightgown.

Amon senses it, because he grasps my waist before reaching up to brush the pad of a thumb across a nipple.

I gasp, the sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure directly to my core.

Moisture pools between my thighs, and I squeeze them together, attempting to alleviate the pressure accumulating there.

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