Page 118 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

My chest tightened. “Unless I’m not.”

“Losing their mate doesn’t usually kill an immortal.” He handed me my cup, and I wrapped my fingers around it. The glass was cold, thanks to the ice I always preferred in my drinks.

“There are ways to not be fine that don’t require dying.”

Dante set a hand on my thigh, meeting my gaze. “You’ll be fine.”

I shook my head slowly. “I don’t think I would be.”

“Angel.”

“Inferno.” I looked down at my coffee. “These last few weeks have been…” I trailed off, searching for the right word.

Amazing?

Perfect?

Blissful?

None of those things summed up the heart of the matter.

“The happiest of my life,” I finally said. “I don’t think I would be fine if this is all the time we had together.” I gestured between us, still not looking up from the cup.

There was a moment of silence before Dante gently took my chin in his hand. He tipped my head back, so our eyes met.

“They’ve been the happiest weeks of my life, too.”

I blinked quickly as my eyes burned a little. “Really?”

“Really. I’m not willing to let this go, either. The fae will deal with Reaper before he has the chance to get to you. You and I will focus on taking down the rest of the prison’s magic. It’s going to be hell for you, but you’ve survived worse.”

I nodded. "Just promise you'll be careful."

He leaned in and kissed me lightly before pulling away. "I'll be careful enough for both of us."

I slid my free hand into his hair, pulling him back as I parted his lips with my tongue.

Dante’s coffee cup hit the countertop a moment later, and he plucked mine out of my hand, setting it next to his.

He dragged me closer, turning me so he was standing between my thighs. His growing erection pressed against my center. I moaned into his mouth as he freed it from his boxer-briefs to drag the tip over my clit. I'd slept without panties on, thank god.

“We don’t have time for you to knot me,” I said into his mind.

“I’ll make time.”

He lined the head of his cock up with my entrance as he kissed me. I arched my hips, taking the tip of him, and we moved together as he filled me smoothly.

It wasn’t new anymore.

It wasn’t surprising, or wild, either.

It was familiar.

A kind of comfortable, safe pleasure that I’d never imagined myself having before.

One I was becoming sure that I would never get enough of.

“I’m falling in love with you, Angel,” Dante confessed against my lips, as he thrust into me slowly.