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“Perhaps I don’t have to say the right words to convince you,” he murmured, his emerald eyes burning into mine. “Perhaps all I have to do is this.”
His lips crushed mine, like cinnamon and rose petals, like a smoky burst of ash and pine. His taste and scent encompassed me, overwhelmed me.
The world around us faded into dark oblivion as we began to move through the steps of a dance as old as time itself. His touch was a symphony of sensation upon my skin as he gently slid his hands up and down my back, teasing and caressing.
The taste of him sent me lightheaded and spinning, a heady concoction of everything I had always believed forbidden and yet secretly yearned for. With every moment of the kiss, walls between us shattered, leaving only naked vulnerability. Each brush of his fingertips against the thin fabric of my gown sent tremors of desire coursing through my veins.
My hunger for this man left me reeling. His scent enveloped me, musk and leather and beneath it all the lingering hint of blood. He was the most dangerous temptation I couldn't resist. He had killed for me. I knew he would not hesitate to do so again. What was there about that knowledge that filled me with such primal lust and beyond the lust–pure trust?
I trusted him more than I could ever hate him.
I trusted him with my life or I knew I wouldn't have been there with him right now. No, I would have run far away, no matter what it took, if I thought there was even a chance Draven was anything like Vesper.
Draven's lips moved more fiercely against mine, possessing me in a desperate rhythm, beneath it all an unquenchable thirst for more. I let out a moan as his hands slid lower, cupping my bottom more tightly against him and half-lifting me upwards.
“Yes.” The word was wrenched from my lips. I could show no restraint. Not now. “Please. Yes.”
I arched against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his lips still tighter against mine.
My breasts flattened against his chest, nipples puckering into hard buds.
His hands cradled my ass, rocking my hips against his. I wanted those hands everywhere. I wantedhimeverywhere.
The world around us was forgotten. The queen, her court–forgotten. There was only us and the night. And the night was ours for the taking.
In that instant, he could have laid me down on the ground and taken me and all I would probably have said was “More, Draven. Harder. Faster.”
But I would never know.
For it was not to be.
There was a whisper in the dark behind us. A scuffling of feet.
I broke the kiss, pushing back, and reluctantly felt Draven lower me back down to the earth.
“What was that?” I glanced behind me into the shadows, one hand still touching his neck.
“I didn’t hear anything,” he replied swiftly.
I froze.
I turned my head back to him.
“You’re lying. There was something. You must have heard it. Your hearing is far better than mine.” He had bragged of it more than once.
The sound came again. A woman’s voice, followed by a man’s.
I turned my head back again to see a man and a woman step out of the darkness. They stood in the center of the path for a moment, letting themselves be seen, not even trying to hide the fact they had been spying upon us.
Then they walked back up the garden path towards the queen’s party.
“You knew,” I said, icy knowledge sending a chill through my veins. “You knew they were watching us the whole time. And you wanted to put on a show. All of that was for them. Everything you said...”
I took a step back, my head spinning. Waves of nausea coursed through me. How quickly infinite pleasure could turn to infinite pain.
“You made me into a spectacle,” I said, my voice low. “You used me.”
“I’m protecting you, Morgan, like I’ve always done. I knew they were there, yes, but that doesn’t change...”
