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“Cut it out,” I snarl at him before staring at her open hand and her timid but sweet expression.
“If you can’t dance, I can help—”
She squeaks when I snatch her waist and sweep her into the waltz, showing her just how the God of Love needs no aid to dance.
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Don’t destroy me. Just…let me…stay.
ARADIA
He’s confirming my suspicions with every passing moment!
By whatever musical magic that Crescendo possesses, he drowns out the melody of the waltz and increases theLovelymusic, even filling the atmosphere with the sound of his soothing voice. I think it’s cute how he plays the role of musical matchmaker.
But it’s Archer who truly captivates me. Oh, I know that’s not his name.
He commands the dance. He commands my body with divine grace and ancient power. No comprehensible thought or inkling could compel me to so much as angle my hips the wrong way. All the ghosts instinctively know when to move to give him control of the floor.
I love the tapestry of the women’s transparent gowns and the men’s translucent phantom coattails, colors muted but romantic.
None more romantic than Archer. Nor breathtaking.
An otherworldly glow bathes us in its light, following us like a silvery moonbeam as he sweeps me across the floor. His abyss gazes at me, wishing to imprison me, devour me, and strip me down to my soul threads. I can read it in his expression, every emotion he’s shown, especially today with the tour. It wasn’t about him, but bewildering him was the icing on the cake.
Until now…
He beguiles me with the waltz that echoes of times past. Every time. Beyond any doubt, he holds the skill of every dance form known and unknown throughout history.
In his embrace, a fever creeps into my blood. I lose myself to the monstrous muscles overpowering my soft flesh. He’s not just an immortal gargoyle and King of this dark world I have fallen in love with. He lures my heart like the highest and darkest of angels.
I blush when I consider what else he can do. How he sent waves of molten lust through my body when he slammed his hand down upon my ass. And liquefied my limbs and possibly my heart after I climaxed to his command.
Bittersweet joy rises within me as I offer silent prayers.Don’t destroy me. Just…let me…stay.
Emotions swirl a vortex inside me. How he looks at me and holds me, it’s beyond any level of possession. To him, I’m not simply the sun and moon and stars. I’m a cosmic galaxy—of hundreds of billions of stars and constellations.
And he is an irresistible and inescapable black hole wishing to hold me here…to him…for all time.
Oh, holy ghosts, yes, please!I’m too terrified to even breathe the words. The notion is laughable. To think that I couldpersuade this divine deity to keep me when I am a mere mortal eye blink of a lifespan, and he commands all these lost and broken souls…!
But all I breathe is his addictive and ancient scent. And see his eyes capturing me in a dark and lovely embrace. All I feel is the thundering growl in his chest. And hear his voice echoingButterflyandlittle Aria. All I taste is the heart-crushing and soul-shattering kiss—the strongest kiss of all time.
Inside the eye of the storm of this waltz, I don’t simply share in the love and loss of this ballroom. Under his power, I become the living embodiment.
This place might be thousands of shades of gray, but it has more meaning and depth than my lackluster human existence. Normal people, sane people would say I’ve gone mad. But the truth? We’re all a little mad. I simply embrace the madness. And love it.
I’m afraid it will all disappear, and I’ll be just the weird girl who talks to invisible ghosts.
This level of intimacy, I’ve never experienced. The magic of this dark realm is bound by forces so powerful, it can only come from one place. Well, two, but after a day spent touring the castle territory, I’ve ruled out Death. Only one force is greater than Death. And my theory feeds my lust.
My nipples pebble as my imaginings turn to full-blown fantasies. And it might involve him stripping me of my gown and baring me before a mirror.
“Bloody fucking flutes,” he growls, breaking the trance.
I choke on a gasp from the revelers all around us, their mouths open—their very jaws detached—in a silent scream of longing. And mourning. I feel the deep weight of their anguish and lost love.
“I don’t know what you were thinking just now, Butterfly, but you’ve upset the balance of this ballroom with your hearts-over-parts energy,” he grumbles, the seams of his mouth pressed into a furtive glower.
