Immortals After Dark 07 - Kiss of a Demon King

leaving, even if only for a few days. I told her we had an understanding. That we were together."
    At that, he gazed over at the last covenant, likely expecting it to fall, even as he so obviously wanted it to stand.
    Some unfamiliar feeling bloomed in her chest. Lonely demon. Yearning so much for his loneliness to end. . . .
    When the tablet didn't break, he said, "Go on." His tone held a note of excitement.
    "Lanthe's portals require a lot of power, and soon it attracted the Vrekeners. She was telling me that she was running for her life. Rydstrom, she doesn't have any defensive sorcery. She can't fight them. I raced from your house to help her."
    "Were you planning to return to me?"
    "Yes."
    He laid his hands on the countertop on each side of her thighs, seeming stunned by these revelations. Then his eyes narrowed. "Are you working with Omort on some plot now? Working against me?"
    "No."
    "Are you not on his side?"
    "No. I'm on my side and my sister's side."
    He took that in. "Could you want a future with me?"
    She hesitated. Do I for certain?
    "Yes?" she finally answered, peeking over at the covenant. When it remained in tact, she gave him a well-what-do-you-know expression. "Rydstrom, if I were going to want anyone, it would be you. I just don't know if I'm what you need. I'm not.. .like you"
    "You know what, Sabine? You were right when you said I've lived an ordered life. Before you, I kept everything around me rational and reasonable. And yet everything about you defies reason.

    I like your devi' ous mind and your inappropriate humor. I like that it doesn't make sense for me to feel this strongly about you-but I still do."
    In response to that heartfelt declaration, she met his gaze. "Rydstrom . .. you look really sexy in jeans."
    He collected himself after a moment of obvious bafflement. "I know" he finally said, appearing to be stifling a grin. "Can I get a little more than that?"
    She grew serious once more. "I like that people respect you. I like that your chest is warm and that you make it available to me. And I love that you came after me tonight."
    "Then you will stay with me?"
    "For now, I can only promise you six days."
    "Six days again?"
    "Lanthe can only create a portal every six days."
    "Ah. Now I see. Are you planning on leaving me when she returns?"
    "I'm trying to make you a promise I know I can keep. I have six days 1 can give you. After that, the future might not be my own. We could reconvene on the last day."
    He looked like he would question her more about this, but then he let it drop. "Why didn't you tell me you'd begun to feel something for me? I've been flying fairly blind here."
    "I wasn't certain about it. And how would I know that I should? I've never been in a relationship, and it's not as if I see declarations of feeling everyday in Tornin." Her arms twined around his head. "I've been flying fairly blind here."
    "There's still much you aren't telling me."
    "Yes. But I'm trusting you more than I have anyone except for Lanthe. Can't we take this in steps?" His
    scent was making her melt, and she felt herself easing closer to him. "Maybe it could be enough for you to know that I didn't want to leave before, and that I won't want to in the future?" she asked, their lips now inches apart.
    He rasped, "Do you want me to make love to you?" "Right now, I want that more than anything." The last covenant remained.
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    The demon clutched her in his arms, hastening toward their room. He bounded up the stairs two at a time, breathing hard against her neck.
    Inside, he dropped her on the bed, stripping the shirt from her. She'd thought this would be a frantic joining, but again, he eased the pace.
    "Need to slow down." He leaned down to kiss her, grasping her nape in that possessive way. "I want to savor this."
    His lips slanted over hers, and he slipped his tongue in her mouth, but not to flick it against her own. He thrust it wickedly, deepening the kiss into a thorough taking.

    He means to claim me, all of me.
    Once he broke the kiss, she found herself lying back on the bed under the firm press of his hands. Those obsidian eyes roamed over every curve as if he was making love to her for the first time.
    Already, she was trembling, needing her demon's touch.
    He finally reached down to graze his callused palms over her hips, her belly, her breasts. He unhurriedly explored every nuance of her flesh, rasping to her, "So fair."
    When he rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching, then