Page 98 of The Princess and the Demon

Fresh tears burn the backs of my eyes as I stand taller, raising my chin in the air at his back.

“I would do it again in a heartbeat. But don’t you dare put this on me because you’re too much of a coward to take a risk.”

I turn to walk away from him, but I don’t get far.

A clawed hand wraps around my upper arm, and I gasp as Amon spins me back around to face him.

His eyes are wild as he reaches down to wrap an arm around my legs, lifting me up to throw me over his shoulder.

“Hey!” I squeak as he stomps from the library and down the corridor.

“Put me down!” I say as I pummel at his broad back.

“Absolutely not.” He growls, reaching up to smack my backside.

“I’ll show you just how much of a coward I am.”

Anticipation roils in my gut as he stalks towards his chamber. When we reach the large wooden door, he kicks out, and it slams against the stone wall with a reverberating bang.

I swallow my fear as he passes the threshold, placing me on my feet.

He turns from me long enough to slam the door closed again, locking the latch. My heart skips a beat when he turns back to me.

His eyes have gone pitch black.

The sight sends a heat wave of desire through me, and I catch my lower lip between my teeth as he advances on me.

Reaching down, he lifts his black shirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it to the ground.

A second later, he’s reaching for me, wrapping a hand around the nape of my neck to pull me to him.

His lips crash against mine, and stars dot my vision.

His kiss is unforgiving, and I whimper against his mouth, placing my hands against his chest to push at him gently.

He doesn’t recede.

Instead he advances further, reaching a hand around the back of my dress to work on the ties with deft fingers. The tip of a claw brushes my skin, and I gasp as lightening shoots through me.

“Amon…” I breath.

“No.” He growls against my mouth. “Shut up and let me love you.”

I smile against his lips, reaching up to wind my arms around his neck.

“It’s all I’ve wanted.” I whisper, pressing my body against his.

He growls again in frustration, reaching both hands behind me to rip the back of my dress wide open. I gasp against his mouth, but when his hands make contact with my sensitive flesh I let out a breathy moan.

He growls in return, pulling the neckline of my dress over my shoulder, tearing his lips away from mine to plant hot kisses against the exposed skin.

I tilt my head to the side to grant him access as his lips trail upwards along my neck.

Goosebumps raise along my flesh as he scrapes his fangs against the sensitive spot under my ear, and I melt with a whimper.

“Tell me what you want, my dove?” Amon whispers against my flesh, his claws brushing over my skin as he works my dress over my shoulders.

I shiver in his arms as waves of heat pool at my center.

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