That Old Black Magic - By Michelle Rowen Page 0,29
of oath of love and devotion from an unconscious woman? “Forget it.”
“When you’re gone I’ll be all alone again . . .”
“Gone?” He frowned again. “Where am I going?”
“I love . . .” she whispered.
His attention grew fixed on her again. “Yes? What do you love?”
“When you . . . make love to me. Want it . . . please . . . again . . .”
Okay, so she wanted him for his body. It was nice to know. But oddly empty. Nice. But empty. Kind of like how he felt after eating one of Nancy’s chocolate donuts.
“You want me?” he said.
“Yes, so much . . .”
“There’s no more spell to stop us anymore.”
Her hands slid over his chest to his shoulders. “No more spell.”
“Wake up, Eden.” He stroked the long strands of dark red hair off her forehead. He studied her face, as if committing it to memory. Every part of her, right down to the very faint and adorable freckle just under her right eye, burned into him for the rest of his existence—a scorch mark where his soul would be if he actually had one.
Instead, she had become his soul.
Damn. He really should start writing those romance novels. He’d kick ass at it.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and her sleepy gaze took in the sight of him lying next to her. This didn’t happen anymore, not since he’d been trying to be well behaved. Too dangerous to be this close when there had been nasty spells to contend with.
“Darrak . . .” she whispered.
“That’s my name.”
For a moment he thought she’d pull back from him. It was what she’d done in the beginning, when she’d woken to find her unconscious self had been getting a bit too close for comfort with a naked demon.
But she didn’t pull back. Just the opposite, actually. She pulled his face closer to hers and kissed him hard and deep. He didn’t try to stop her.
Eden loved him for his body, for how he made her feel when they had sex.
That wasn’t all this was. It wasn’t.
Come on, Darrak, he admonished himself. Can’t you just enjoy the ride and stop second-guessing everything?
He could enjoy the ride. Sure he could.
Her cold amulet pressed against his chest as her lips moved down his throat. Lucifer had kissed her behind his back, sweeping her away to some alternate dimension so he wouldn’t be around to disrupt them. It bothered Darrak a lot, and it wasn’t because he was jealous.
Then again, jealousy wouldn’t be completely unheard of. Lucifer might be the ultimate hellish asshole, but he was a prince. Influential, powerful, and if he really did have a thing for Eden, the things he could give her . . .
Oh, this was not good at all. Thinking about his ex-boss was deflating more than just his ego.
“Is there a problem?” Eden asked.
“Problem? No, of course not.”
“I thought you wanted us to . . .” She cleared her throat, her expression now uncertain.
Thinking about Lucifer was pretty much the equivalent of taking an ice-cold shower. Not exactly firing up his libido. Quite the opposite, in fact.
How embarrassing. An ex-incubus who couldn’t get it up.
“It’s not you,” he assured her. “It’s Lucifer.”
Her eyebrows raised. “Oh?”
“Thinking about him isn’t exactly helping matters.”
“Then stop thinking about him.”
He flicked her amulet. “A bit difficult to do. I feel like there’s three of us in this bed right now.” At her amused expression, “Don’t get any ideas about having a ménage à trois from Hell. He’s really not my type.”
“As if I would.” She shook her head. “You’re funny.”
“So hilarious I forgot to laugh.”
She took his face between her hands. “Sometimes you just prove to me that you’re so much more than just a demon. Sometimes you’re practically human.”
“Let’s not get insulting.”
“Not an insult. You have doubts, worries, issues.”
Darrak groaned. “This is not an issue that’s going to be long-term. Seriously. Just give it a moment. This has never happened to me before.” He glared at her. “Okay, you look way too amused right now.”
She was grinning at him. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“Maybe once upon a time, but not anymore.”
She nodded. “Let’s do this.”
“I thought I already explained in flaccid detail that it’s not going to happen. Ten minutes. Give me ten minutes. I need some peanut butter or something. Protein.”
“I mean the curse.” Her expression had grown serious very quickly. She shifted so she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Even though she was wearing full flannel pajamas, he found