feeling— love.
She calmed herself, for fighting with him at this moment wouldn’t work. What she needed was another tactic altogether.
She said as flirtatiously as she could muster, for she’d never believed she was any good at the art of dalliance and had not had very much practice, “ Hello, big boy … ”
He looked at her with some surprise and chuckled, and she hurriedly followed up with a tease in her voice and a saucy glint in her eye, “Just what are you doing?” She ran her hand up his naked, hard, and rippled chest.
“Whatever you wish me to do with you, here and now, beauty,” he said softly.
“Well, I would like you to put me down on terra firma for one thing …”
“Not now, now when I need to stare into your eyes … such eyes … aqua lit with silver and captivating.” His voice was a soft caress.
Why did his voice have to be so lush and beautiful, she thought ruefully. He threw her off balance. He shouldn’t have such a wonderful, sexy voice. He should sound as wicked as she knew he must be. She continued to dally with him as she said, “And are you … captivated?”
He grinned, and she noted that grin was devastatingly inviting, alluring—and told herself to be on guard.
“Is that what you want—to enchant and seduce me? For if so, consider yourself successful. I am yours …” he said quietly and with a glint of passion in his dark eyes.
She told herself to remember that he was the one who was the master seducer. She smirked. “Oh, I am not so easily taken in, Dark Prince. I am weaned enough to know that you will never belong to anyone.” Pander to his ego, she told herself, as her instincts kicked in.
He chuckled. “True, but if you come with me now of your own free will, I will pledge myself to you.”
She stared at him and frowned. “ Why ? Why me … when you obviously can have so many?”
“Because the moment I saw you, I felt … something … and I am not capable of feeling very much, so you must understand that I am intrigued.”
She was surprised to discover that she almost believed him. She knew better than to believe a dark and twisted mind when it spoke, didn’t she? Of course she did. She shouldn’t believe anything he said. He was evil, he was, and would always be self-serving …
And he was certainly cunning.
He would play with her sense of self. He would flatter her into thinking she was the only female who had ever ‘intrigued’ him. He would attempt to remove her guard, and then what? Just what did he want with her? Dawning lit in her active brain. “Ah, you want a Seelie Fae princess at your side, to add to your consequence and power,” she concluded, saying it as much to herself as to him.
A short laugh escaped him before he acknowledged, “Of course, but I want that Seelie Fae princess to be you. You are the one in my thoughts—you are the one I want to undress and take to my bed. ”
“Because I’m handy.” Her eyes narrowed. His bed? What was this sudden talk of bed? She didn’t like that—not one bit. She pulled a face at him as she suddenly realized he was done talking.
He had bent his head as he held her in his steel grip, and his mouth took hers with a demand that was forceful and yet managed not to give her pain. He nibbled just a bit more roughly as he parted her lips and plunged his velvety tongue inside her mouth, and for the flash of a moment, just a moment, she saw into his mind!
She allowed him his kiss because she was in his head, in a place where a whirlwind of bitterness, hatred, need, and something else swirled and raged …
He lifted his head away from her and laughed without mirth. He was angry. She had invaded a private part of him that he had never meant to reveal to her. He disguised his anger with the softness of a smile.
Once again she thought that evil should sound and look like a living horror so that one could immediately recognize it and arm oneself against it. Evil should have fangs
She calmed herself, for fighting with him at this moment wouldn’t work. What she needed was another tactic altogether.
She said as flirtatiously as she could muster, for she’d never believed she was any good at the art of dalliance and had not had very much practice, “ Hello, big boy … ”
He looked at her with some surprise and chuckled, and she hurriedly followed up with a tease in her voice and a saucy glint in her eye, “Just what are you doing?” She ran her hand up his naked, hard, and rippled chest.
“Whatever you wish me to do with you, here and now, beauty,” he said softly.
“Well, I would like you to put me down on terra firma for one thing …”
“Not now, now when I need to stare into your eyes … such eyes … aqua lit with silver and captivating.” His voice was a soft caress.
Why did his voice have to be so lush and beautiful, she thought ruefully. He threw her off balance. He shouldn’t have such a wonderful, sexy voice. He should sound as wicked as she knew he must be. She continued to dally with him as she said, “And are you … captivated?”
He grinned, and she noted that grin was devastatingly inviting, alluring—and told herself to be on guard.
“Is that what you want—to enchant and seduce me? For if so, consider yourself successful. I am yours …” he said quietly and with a glint of passion in his dark eyes.
She told herself to remember that he was the one who was the master seducer. She smirked. “Oh, I am not so easily taken in, Dark Prince. I am weaned enough to know that you will never belong to anyone.” Pander to his ego, she told herself, as her instincts kicked in.
He chuckled. “True, but if you come with me now of your own free will, I will pledge myself to you.”
She stared at him and frowned. “ Why ? Why me … when you obviously can have so many?”
“Because the moment I saw you, I felt … something … and I am not capable of feeling very much, so you must understand that I am intrigued.”
She was surprised to discover that she almost believed him. She knew better than to believe a dark and twisted mind when it spoke, didn’t she? Of course she did. She shouldn’t believe anything he said. He was evil, he was, and would always be self-serving …
And he was certainly cunning.
He would play with her sense of self. He would flatter her into thinking she was the only female who had ever ‘intrigued’ him. He would attempt to remove her guard, and then what? Just what did he want with her? Dawning lit in her active brain. “Ah, you want a Seelie Fae princess at your side, to add to your consequence and power,” she concluded, saying it as much to herself as to him.
A short laugh escaped him before he acknowledged, “Of course, but I want that Seelie Fae princess to be you. You are the one in my thoughts—you are the one I want to undress and take to my bed. ”
“Because I’m handy.” Her eyes narrowed. His bed? What was this sudden talk of bed? She didn’t like that—not one bit. She pulled a face at him as she suddenly realized he was done talking.
He had bent his head as he held her in his steel grip, and his mouth took hers with a demand that was forceful and yet managed not to give her pain. He nibbled just a bit more roughly as he parted her lips and plunged his velvety tongue inside her mouth, and for the flash of a moment, just a moment, she saw into his mind!
She allowed him his kiss because she was in his head, in a place where a whirlwind of bitterness, hatred, need, and something else swirled and raged …
He lifted his head away from her and laughed without mirth. He was angry. She had invaded a private part of him that he had never meant to reveal to her. He disguised his anger with the softness of a smile.
Once again she thought that evil should sound and look like a living horror so that one could immediately recognize it and arm oneself against it. Evil should have fangs
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