Page 95 of A Drop of Anguish
Eventually, the tension seeps away from my limbs, but he feels so good. Warm and comfortable.
My body begins to feel heavy. My eyelids flutter closed.
Soon, I’m weightless and wrapped inside arms so strong it’s the safest I’ve ever felt. Then, I’m tucked inside silk sheets.
“I missed you,” I murmur to the demon tucking me in.
“Mmm. You have no idea how much I missed you, sunshine.”
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Bite Me Better
Smooth silk slides against my calves, decadent and perfect.
I twist and look out into the darkness around me. The silhouette of the bed frame surrounding me and a set of chairs in the corner. I’m in Jarron’s room.
My heart skips a beat, and then my mind jolts to awareness of everything that happened last night.
That was not the plan.
Not even a little bit.
And yet, I honestly feel nothing but contentment.
The potions are long gone from my system, but there is this sense of ease in my body that I can’t explain.
I love it.
I don’t want it to end.
I find the demon prince standing on the balcony outside, head dipped low as he peers toward the mountains in the distance. His clothes are the same as last night, wrinkled and twisted.
I look down at myself. Well, I suppose I didn’t change my clothes either, but I was also borderline intoxicated. I fell asleep shortly after everyone left—embarrassing.
But perhaps for the best, given the circumstances.
I run my hand over the puncture wounds just above my collarbone.
Jarron must finally notice my movement because he turns to meet my stare through the glass. His expression is wary and almost sad when he approaches. He stops to lean against the doorway between the patio and his room.
“I didn’t do it,” he says without inflection. “Bite you.”
“I know,” I whisper. “That’s the problem.”
Jarron tenses. I find it a relief when shock replaces the sad look in his eyes.
“Come here,” I say. His bed is so comfortable I’ll be sorry to leave it. But then again, maybe I don’t have to.
He swallows but obeys with careful steps. “Something wrong?”
“Well, not wrong, per se. But I do want something from you.”
“Oh?” He quirks a brow.
Jarron approaches slowly, as if I’m an animal he’s afraid to spook. I sit on the edge of the bed and peer up at him. He stops just before his legs hit my knees.
I feel powerful again at this moment. Even with those handcuffs mangled, I still have power over my demon prince. I can feel it.
