“I used to think my curse had to do with demon magic,” he teased, “but now I know the real curse was far more treacherous.”
Jacinda laughed, the movement sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to his balls. “Oh yeah? And what’s the real curse, then?”
He tucked a silver-blonde curl behind her ear and smiled at the marvel of it. Of her.
In a dark whisper, he said, “I was cursed, witch-demon, to fall in love with the enemy.”
“Oh, is that what I am?” She laughed, the sound of it echoing across their enchanted gardens. “Your enemy?”
“I recall asking you that very question not so long ago.”
“Yes, and what did I tell you?”
“You didn’t respond. You were too bloody terrified.”
“Ha!” She leaned forward, sliding her palms up his chest, slowly working his shirt buttons loose. “I thinkyouwere the terrified one.”
“Guilty. And never has that been more true than it is in this moment.” He grabbed her hands, pressed them to his lips. Inhaled the scent of her skin. Memorized the look in her eyes, the feel of her body, warm and perfect on top of him.
“Don’t be afraid, Prince,” she teased, slipping her hands free and reaching between her legs for the button and zipper on his pants. She fisted his cock and shifted her hips, settling on top of him once more, slowly guiding him inside.
With a deep growl, he slid his hands into her hair, freeing it from the braid, desperate to feel it loose and wild in his hands. In his mouth. Trailing over his bare torso as she bent over him, shuddering with pleasure.
“Does this feel like enemies?” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss his jaw, arching her hips, sliding up along his cock, then back down, taking him in deeper.
“No,” he whispered. “That’s… bloody perfect.”
“How about this?” Another kiss, this time on his throat, then his collarbone, her fingernails trailing down his chest. She moved slowly, sealing a promise of pleasure with every soft, seductive arch of her hips.
She ran her tongue along his lower lip, then bit, fisting his hair and claiming his mouth with a kiss that ricocheted through his entire body.
When she spoke again, her voice was smoky. “Doesthisfeel like enemies, Prince?”
“It feels like… Jacinda, it…” He gripped her hips, forcing her to stop moving, just for a moment. “It feels like I love you,” he said, suddenly overcome by the force of it. Love. So much it felt as if his heart might burst if he didn’t finally make his confession—one he’d been holding in all week. “I said a thing in hell, Jace. To Mac.”
Her eyes widened.
“When you started the resurrection spell,” he said, “we felt it. Your magic. He asked me what it was.”
“And did you tell him the truth?” She flashed another grin. “That it was your enemy, come to deliver you from evil?”
Gabriel shook his head, wondering if she could feel the wild banging of his heart. “I told him it was the woman I was going to marry.”
Jacinda gasped, her pulse kicking up, thighs clenching tight around him.
“So the way I see it, you’ve got two choices, little moonflower.” He released her hips and reached for her face, pulling her down on top of him once more. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered against her mouth. “Or let me spend the rest of our immortal eternity filling your life with as much magic as you’ve brought into mine. Marry me, Jacinda Colburn.”
Her eyes glazed with tears, and another bout of laughter burst from deep inside her.
“Bloody hell, woman,” he said. “Are you going to say yes, or are you going to torture me?”
“That depends, Prince.” She nipped at his lower lip again, a new challenge flashing in her eyes. “Am I still your enemy?”
Gabriel was more than ready to flip her onto her back, claim her in the dirt, and prove to her just hownotenemies they truly were.
But before he could say another word, the sky exploded with fireworks.
“It’s midnight,” he said. “I suppose you’ll be wanting that kiss.”
