Inferno of Darkness (Divisa Huntress #2) - J.L. Weil Page 0,72

for an answer. I was up and dashing out of the room before Ashor could stop me, but he was on my heels. I felt the shadow of him. He could have stopped me, but sensed something was wrong.

Rushing down the hall, I found the nearest exit and burst out the door, running down two flights of stairs until I was staring out into the courtyard below the bedroom window. My breath was ragged, but it wasn’t from exertion. Rain hammered over my face, drenching my clothes.

Ashor’s hand rested on my shoulder. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I-I swear, I saw…”

“What did you see, luv?” he coaxed, trying to understand what had me so spooked.

I blinked, scanning through the night and sheets of rain. Nothing. There was nothing out there. I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. No one is there.”

“Oh, there is something out there,” the prince murmured. “Multiple somethings, just waiting for an opening, a moment when my focus isn’t on you, to snatch you away.”

“I don’t see anything,” I insisted.

His vivid eyes continued to glare into the night. “That’s the point. They are only seen when they want to be seen. It is not safe out here, especially in a storm of darkness. It attracts those lower than lesser demons.”

My body shivered.

Ashor slid his arm around my waist. “Let’s get out of the rain.”

I nodded, resting my cheek on his chest.

We were both soaked through by the time we returned to our suite. A pair of demons had followed us outside. I hadn’t even noticed them, not until they escorted us back inside. The suite was dark when Ashor shut the door. Stepping out of my wet boots, I shook out my hair, running my hands over my face. I moved into the bedroom with every intention of grabbing some towels and a change of clothes, but my gaze flicked to Ashor. His eyes were luminous as they followed me, cutting through the shadows. Neither of us said a word.

For a few moments, I could almost pretend we were at his home in Brimstone, submerged in darkness with only the roaring of the fireplace.

His eyelashes were thick from the rain as every shadow in the room appeared to cling to him. I should be doing something, like getting out of these wet clothes, but I stayed rooted, unable to look away from him.

My heart beat wildly in my chest, the figure I thought I saw outside forgotten.

Ashor strolled over to me, never breaking eye contact. He curled a hand behind my neck, and with his other hand swept pieces of wet hair off my face. “Are you okay?”

“Not even close,” I admitted, pressing my cheek into his palm.

The pad of his thumb rubbed over my lips, swiping away tiny beads of water. “Perhaps there is something I could do to help.”

I was deathly afraid of the answer.

My eyes devoured all of him. “A few things come to mind. A hot bath. A massage. A bottle of wine.”

His soft chuckle caressed my cheek. “I love when your eyes shift colors. They remind me of the ocean at sunset.”

Thank god for his arms. I didn’t know if I would have been able to support myself otherwise. Desire slammed into me, befuddling my mind. “What are you doing?”

His fingers were at the hem of my shirt. “Getting you out of these wet clothes.” Thud. My shirt hit the floor.

“Oh,” I squeaked as a frosty breeze kissed my bare belly.

Snap. The button to my pants popped open next. Holy fucking demon breath. “It’s only fair you lose your clothes as well.” I tugged at the hem of his shirt, pushing the material up over impressive abs.

A slow curve of his lips. “When did I ever give you the impression that I was fair?” Tingles scattered over my skin from the lazy stroke of his fingers dipping inside my pants.

I swayed forward, my body craving the feel of his, but before my chest hit his, I was swept off my feet and tucked into his arms. In my next blink, the mattress was underneath me, plush and almost as inviting as the man leaning over me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not letting him pull away from me. Not yet. It was too soon. “Where do you think you’re going, princeling?” My voice sounded far away and slow.

His soft laugh brushed up across my jaw in a cool breeze of night. The bed dipped with his weight as he settled in