Page 96 of The Princess and the Demon

He pushes me away from him, his eyes raking down my frame.

A pained expression crosses his features, and he pulls me back to him, his arms wrapping around me again.

“I am so sorry.”

He whispers the words gruffly, and tears burn the backs of my eyes. I refuse to shed tears right now, and instead grasp his shirt in my fists as I bury my face against his chest.

His familiar scent envelops me, and I inhale deeply before letting out a shaky sigh.

Amon runs his hands down my back to span my waist gently, his thumb stroking against my ribs. That simple movement sends a spark through me, and my body comes alive.

I inhale sharply as heat floods my center, and goosebumps raise on my arms.

I look up at my demon.

His eyes bore into mine, and I raise up on my tiptoes to brush my lips against his. He growls against my mouth, and I melt into him, leaning my head back as he presses my body against him.

I can feel all the hard muscles of his body through both layers of clothing, and suddenly it’s too much. I need to feel him against me.

Amon devours my mouth, fisting a hand into my hair gently. I whimper, grasping his biceps and digging my nails into his arms.

Liquid heat pools at my center, and I squeeze my thighs together.

“My dove.” He growls. “As much as I want you right now, we have to talk.”

A chill creeps between us, and it’s like ice water is thrown on the fire that is my arousal.

He releases me slowly, and I look down at the ground, my cheeks heating with embarrassment.

I look up at him, my lips parting at the need I see etched on his face.

“What is there to talk about?” I whisper. “I want you, and you want me.”

Amon growls, stepping away to shove a hand through his hair.

“I want you more than anything, Elora. But we have to talk. I need you to understand-.”

I cut him off, raising a hand to stop him.

“No.” I say simply. “You don’t get to do this.”

He pauses, narrowing his eyes at me. “Don’t get to do what?” He asks.

“This. What you’re doing. Stop it…” I shake my head at him.

“I came back of my own free will, Amon. I could have chosen not to. Allocer explained everything to me. I knew the risk I was taking.”

The words come out evenly, and I gesture to the space around me.

“Do you honestly think I would have come back if I didn’t want to?”

Amon regards me silently before answering. “No, I don’t.”

“Then don’t do this, Amon.” I say, taking a step towards him. “I don’t know when I figured out I loved you. I don’t know if it was before I left or after I was already gone. But I love you.”

I reach out, brushing my fingers over his abdomen before grasping the fabric of his shirt.

“I know the risks; I know what we are doing by choosing this path. I am choosing to take this path with you. If it backfires and everything fails, then it fails. But I am choosing… you.”

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