Page 29 of Til Death Duke Us Part
“Good night, Persephone,” he said in the dark. “Sweet dreams.”
She didn’t know about sweet. But they would certainly be quite hot.
She woke up curled into his side. It was still dark outside, and the fire in the grate had died long ago. No shadows dancing on the walls. No sounds from other rooms. Only the heat of his skin, the comfort of his muscle, the rush of his breathing, and the gentle rhythm of his heart.
Her heart? Pounding.
What a dream. She’d forced herself awake from it because as luscious as it had been, it had terrified her too.
Then his arm had chained her waist as she’d straddled his hips.
Now his arm was a pillow for her head.
Then she’d lowered herself onto his shaft and ridden it until his eyes had flashed golden.
Now… well… the thin blanket covering them was rather tented in the center of his body.
What was he dreaming of?
Perhaps the same thing she had been. The evidence certainly pointed in that direction.
She chuckled.
And woke a sleeping beast.
The arm beneath her head tightened in a ripple of muscle, the beginning of a chain reaction as he rolled on top of her. He nestled his weight on his forearms.
And he kissed her. Soft. So soft. It did not feel like the beginning of a kiss. It felt like he dipped between her lips right in the middle of something heated, something that had been happening for hours. Perhaps forever.
Oh, she liked the feel of his lips—sumptuous and sinful. For a poor girl, they were a luxury, and they knew—he knew—exactly what to do to make her moan.
The kiss flamed higher quickly, their bodies finding the rhythm of it.
This no different than the last time they’d tempted one another, tasted one another. But more dangerous. There were no rings binding them through recollections of pleasure. Nothing to blame it on.
But themselves.
She broke away, turning her head so he could not stop her from speaking. “We shouldn’t.”
“Why not?” He kissed her temple.
She stared into the darkness, a tunnel with no end. No answers either. “You have more or less abducted me.”
He kissed her cheek. “I have elicited your help in a delicate matter. You have agreed to join me.”
“Only to see if I can stop you.”
His laughter rumbled through her. “I should have known. Mrs. Graves, you minx.”
“It is a bad idea when we are so at odds.”
He brushed a lock of hair off her forehead. “Our bodies are not at odds. Just our minds. It’s only a bit of fun, Persephone.”
“I—”
He put a warm hand beneath her chin and nudged it center until she was forced to meet his gaze. “Only a bit of pleasure.”
She inhaled, tasting him in the air.
