Page 51 of Prince with a Chance of Darkness

I landed on top of him, thighs astride his hips, my palms braced against his bare, hard chest.

His body shook, his deep laughter causing need to settle deep in my core. The man was basically sex personified, and I had a funny feeling that being with him would ruin me for anyone else. That he would be the standard I held others to from this point forward.

I didn’t even care. Some risks were worth it.

“I continue to find myself at your mercy,lumini?a mea,” he murmured, utterly unbothered.

I stared at his full lips, heat pooling in my belly. “I highly doubt you’ve ever been atanyone’smercy.”

I strongly suspected he could have killed me with ease if he wanted. That he’d been humoring me earlier and that should I ever have to go up against him, I wouldn’t be the victor.

“Before you,” he said, his smile fading into something softer, something real. “That was true.”

He reached up, brushed a lock of hair from my face, his fingertips grazing my cheek tenderly.

My chest squeezed. I wasn’t sure I liked how his words made me feel.

Vulnerable.

Since Romania, vulnerable wasn’t something I ever let myself be. Yet here, with him, a perfect stranger I should have been trying to rid the world of since it was my natural-born calling and all, I felt like letting my guard down was okay.

That he was a safe space.

Before I knew it, I was kissing him again.

The area around us grew darker. At first, I thought clouds might have eclipsed the moon, but then I realized the darkness wasn’t natural. It was behaving as if it were its own entity. I broke the kiss. “Is that your doing or should I get off you, find my dagger and await the next hopefully super-hot supernatural dude?”

His green gaze filled with flecks of black as he growled, his hands coming down on my backside hard enough to count as a spanking.

Oddly, I liked it.

A lot.

“Lumini?a mea, do not hint at seeking out another,” he warned, squeezing my ass through my jeans. “I do not share well with others.”

“No,” I said with a grin. “Not somethingDraculawould do, right?”

A crease formed on his brow. “Your words tell me you do not believe I am who I claim to be.”

“Tell you what, you keep that darkness privacy thing you have going up, and you can be whoever you want to be,” I said, going for his lips again.

He gave my backside another swat.

I laughed against his lips. “Into that kind of thing?”

“I am into many, many things,lumini?a mea,” he said, a dark note to his voice. “Before this continues, you must decide if you can accept that. If you can accept me, as I am. For I am far, far too old to change with ease, but for you, I will try.”

“Again, be whoever you want to be, and I’ll accept it, so long as you get naked and get in me,” I returned.

“Lumini?a mea,” he whispered. “This is serious.”

My darkness continued to claw at me, demanding I see to its needs. I nodded. “Yes. Serious. Can we do it now?”

He let out an exasperated breath. “Lumini?a mea.”

I tried to focus on something other than the sound of his blood pumping through his veins and his full lips. “What do you keep calling me? It better not be something like pain-in-my-ass.”

He waggled his brows and kneaded my ass cheeks.

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