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Instead, he pressed several kisses down her chest, taking his time.

When he touched her, it was electric, like standing next to a lightning strike while sparks flew from it, and yet, it kept her trapped in place by its beauty. That was the only way to describe his touch and kiss. It scared her. It was intense⁠—

Imani wanted him. And only him.

He cupped a breast, moving his thumb in circles around her nipple until it hardened further. He bent down to it. His lips replaced his fingers. His tongue moved over it, and Imani arched into him.

Sliding her eyes slowly open, Imani gazed at him in awe. Her breathing was coming faster now, practically panting at the sight of the prince kissing her belly.

Pushing herself up on her elbows, she reached forward and ran her hand through his hair. He leaned into the touch, and then his fearsome eyes met hers. There was a storm churning in the green one. Gods, the look on his face was heated, with a silent promise in his eyes that he would feed, too.

The Serpent Prince was ravenous and used to getting what he wanted.

If Imani did this, things would change inside of her forever, but she wanted to know what he was like. What he felt like. The real noises he’d make—not the heavy silence he gave her after their first kiss.

It heated her blood in the most dangerous way.

CHAPTER 18

Magic coiled around Imani as if his signature was circling its prey.

He moved his hands to her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed, her bare legs hanging off the mattress. Kiran then moved his hands over her knees, taking his time along her inner thighs as he kneeled down in front of her.

He gazed at her naked core, almost mesmerized. His eyes roamed over her body, desire mounting in them.

Under his increasing hunger, her body cried out for him to touch her.

He kissed the skin below her belly, nuzzling her there, softly teasing her, then ran a finger over her core.

When his finger dipped inside, her mind went utterly blank. He slipped in another finger, and she wanted to let out a low moan, but the binding order prevented any sound. Besides, it wouldn’t do for her to be heard enjoying herself when he’d been such an ass about everything.

Kiran hummed appreciatively.

At the first touch of his mouth down below, Imani took in a sharp breath. It was too much.

He licked around her, throwing in a nip here and there, teasing her. Hunger and desire shot through her core, up her stomach, and into her chest. In an effort to quiet herself, Imani twisted her hands in the sheets.

Kiran was too good.

A full-body shiver racked her body. Imani never wanted his mouth to leave her. Her hips moved of their own accord, and her skin brightened and shimmered as she came while groaning softly.

For the love of gods, he was incredible when he got going.

“Quiet now, my wild girl,” he whispered, blowing on her with a small, satisfied grin.

Imani enjoyed his real smile more than she cared to admit. And in this darkness, in this moment, she could be honest. As soon as the thought slipped out, she snapped it back up and locked it away.

And when his mouth found hers, it wasn’t a crushing kiss or a hard one. Instead, it was tender as he tested her. Kiran whispered something in elvish into the gap between his lips, and something in her chest—a spark, her magic maybe—began its quiet hum. She could feel it … feel that something between them was changing. Something was growing between them like a ragged wooden bridge that threatened to tumble at the slightest misstep.

But it was there.

He pushed her chest back down. He was rough; she didn’t mind. Imani let out a soft whimper at the loss of his mouth on her. At that, he stopped. His face was now etched with confusion … maybe wonder?

She shut her eyes, hoping he wouldn’t see how much she wanted him.

“You are mine,” he murmured. He must have forgotten his own rules as he kissed her neck and she felt him hard against her, moving … wanting her. “I’m going to fuck you now.” His confidence, that lazy charm—it was maddening.

He wanted her.