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His jaw shifted, his head shaking. “You’re beautiful.”
I swallowed, letting him lean over and claim my mouth.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes closed. “So goddamn beautiful.”
It sounded almost as sad as he spoke, his kisses rough and angry. Shoving his boxers down, he put a condom on.
“I love you.” He tongued my lips apart, arching hard inside me. “I fucking love you.”
The tightening in my chest constricted harder, the burn matching the one between my legs. I wanted to love him…
I wanted to not love him.
He consumed me way more than body or mind. We were ingrained together with no beginning or end.
I hugged him to me, gasping when his lips pinched kisses over my arms. We came about the same time, and he held my arms while he milked me into my high.
“Fucking fuck.” His teeth bit down on my flesh, my eyes rolling back. His hands braced me to him, his hold tight and unyielding. His nose buried into my neck. “Fuck.”
I said nothing, unable to say anything. The dark prince had said he loved me.
He’d said it twice.
I had no words, but when Dorian secured his big arms around me, it seemed he had enough for the both of us.
“Tell me a reason,” he said, his brow touching mine. “Just give me one. I… I need to feel not so fucking crazy.”
He hadn’t asked me to tell him I loved him back, but for some reason, what he was asking felt harder.
“You.” I hid my face in his arms. This was my biggest reason for being fucked up. “You are my reason.”
The air stayed silent between us, and as he held me, he gratefully didn’t make me say I loved him too.
I didn’t think he had to.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Sloane
I was alone in one of the art rooms the following Monday. I held my independent study during this hour, so that hadn’t been surprising. I had my head deep in my sketchbook, which was why I basically dropped it when someone opened the door in full conversation.
Dorian never visited during my independent study. He had other classes, so it surprised me to see him come in and with a woman I didn’t recognize. They’d been laughing, and when Dorian spotted me, he waved.
My feet on a chair, I got up. I didn’t know what was going on here.
Dorian touched my shoulder. “Hey, sorry to bombard you like this.”
His hand lingered at my neck, and this was the first time I’d seen him since that night.
The one where I’d basically been chickenshit.
I was completely hiding from my own feelings, and I was aware of that. My weekend had been spent with me pretty much in my own seclusion.
Bru had even gone out.
As far as I knew, he’d been hanging with Wells and Thatcher, but I chose to stay inside and hide from the dark prince.
I frowned at him. “What’s going...”
