Page 92 of Demonic Prince

“I will come for you.”

My words drop into a sultry purr. “I hope you will.” When he arches his eyebrows, I laugh. “I couldn’t resist.”

“Around me, you never could.” His smirk promises all the filthy things he wants from me. “Sadly, we don’t have time.”

I curl my toes into the coins underfoot. “Promise me more.”

He bends down to my neck, his breath hot below my ear. “I promise,” he murmurs. His hand slides along the curve of my waist. “You’re aching for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” It escapes me as a breathless whisper.

“Be a good girl and wait for me.” There’s smoke in his voice and fire in his eyes.

A shiver ripples down my spine. My nipples tighten with need. “Fuck, why do I like it so much when you call me that?”

“Because you like to be praised. Because when I look at your body, I see perfection.”

“Perfection?” I repeat, with a breathless laugh. “Damn. You say it with such conviction, I almost believe you.”

“I’m telling the truth. I want to understand all your desires.”

Boldly, I slide both of my hands behind his ass and hold him closer. “So do I.”

“And you will. Good night, Pyrah.”

The incubus drifts apart into smoke and ashes, as if he were nothing more than a secret craving from my darkest imagination.

And yet the hope in my heart lingers.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO

When I wake, darkness and silence fill the sapphire bedchamber.

Where is Scaldric?

I’m still alone in bed. I remember him lying on a blanket by the door, but he’s not there any longer.

Wind blows the curtains from the window. I shiver at the chill and clutch the blanket to my chest. I slip out of bed and pad across the floor to the window.

“Cold?”

Scaldric’s voice startles me. He’s standing on a balcony outside the window. Naked. Moonlight streams over his pale body.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I couldn’t sleep. I went out for a flight.”

Tension knots in my stomach. He opens the door to the balcony, but he’s blocking my escape. I don’t want him to misunderstand me, so I go straight for the jugular.

“Scaldric, I can’t marry you tomorrow.”

His blue eyes glint like ice. “I thought you might say that.”

The muscles in my shoulders tense. “Why?”

“Because you’re afraid.”

I don’t trust him right now, and I’m not sure I have ever trusted him. But I don’t want to betray even a hint of fear.

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