Page 244 of Cursed Evermore
“No, you aren't.” Wolfe’s sneer was lethal. The mention of Thayden snapped something inside him, fracturing his control. “This is not the same thing.”
“How is it not the same?”
“Because it’s not.” He yanked me flush against him, his grip bruising.
My breath faltered as the truth settled heavy in my chest in full clarity.
Wolfe was a prince. The next king of Galaythia. No matter what he said, he couldn't and shouldn't be with someone like me. Not the girl whose father killed his. Not the girl cursed to forget him in ten days.
“Wolfe, you need to go back inside to your princess, and leave me alone.”
His expression shifted, darkening to something dangerous. “You're mine, Elariya.”
“This is?—”
“No. You’re mine and I'll burn this fucking kingdom to ash if I can’t have you.”
The conviction in his dark promise seared me, fire locking my body still. This wasn’t the prince who made my heart flutter and my head spin. This was the devilish villain who made me burn. The monster in the shadows who took what he wanted, who stripped me of reason, of control, of breath. And now he vowed to burn the kingdom to ash to have me.
“Wolfe…” My voice broke, words lost to the wind.
“We’re leaving, now.”
“But we?—”
His mouth crashed onto mine before I could finish, desperate and ravenous, in a kiss that tasted of possession and promises.
The kiss was raw.Consuming. The kiss of a villain who'd just declared war on the world for the woman in his arms.
His hand wove through my hair, cradling the back of my head as he devoured me, pouring all his fury and hunger into the fire between us.
And he was kissing me right here in the open courtyard, where anyone could see us. His uncle. The princess.Anyone.He didn't care. Neither did I.
Wolfe tore away, his hand gripping my throat, forcing my eyes to his. “I need you now, Ziyka.” His nose brushed mine, his voice low and wrecked. “I need to be inside you. In my bed. Away from here. Away from them.” His grip tightened. His eyes burned. “It's time to show you who you belong to.”
The promise sent molten heat straight through my core, igniting everything desperate inside me. Wolfe cloaked us in a swarm of shadows black as pitch, then his mouth found mine again, fiercer than before.
He kissed me like he meant to brand his claim onto my soul and I was so consumed with the exhilaration I didn't notice he'd portaled us right into his bedroom—back to the place where this started days ago.
His kiss became hungrier, more demanding, more consuming. Every thought that wasn't him fled my mind, along with their warnings about the impossibility of us.
I kissed him back with equal desperation. If tonight was all we had, then I would make it count. I wanted to feel everything I’d fantasized and believe, even for a heartbeat, that he was mine, too.
His tongue swept against mine, claiming every inch of my mouth like he was starving for the taste of me. I could feel his fangs grazing my bottom lip, a reminder of the danger he possessed. When I gasped at the sensation, Wolfe swallowed the sound, his grip tightening in my hair as if he couldn't bear even the smallest distance between us.
His hands wandered over the curves of my body and I felt like I might come apart from his touch alone. Every caress was a promise of what was to come, a declaration that this was happening tonight and nothing would stop us.
He picked me up and carried me over to the bed.
Desire burned my throat as he laid me down and stared at me, his gaze devouring me.
He crawled onto the mattress, dragging a single finger from my chin down my throat. Such a simple touch, yet wetness flooded me instantly.
I closed my eyes to savor it, but his finger tilted my chin, forcing my eyes open.
“Eyes on me, Ziyka. Always look at me.” His voice was a ragged growl. “I want to see your eyes when you shatter on my cock.”
The filthy promise ripped through me like lightning, my pulse splintering, heat coiling low in my belly until my thighs trembled. Gods, I was already breaking for him.
