That Old Black Magic - By Michelle Rowen Page 0,46
way better now.”
“Things don’t seem as bleak?”
“Oh, things still reek of bleak. Just without the bonus prize of sheer agony.”
She pulled back. “I should have told you. I’m sorry.”
He sat up. “Yeah, well, I’m sorry for not taking the news like a champ.”
Her guilt from before prodded at her again. “You had a right to know earlier than today.”
“How about we renew our agreement to be honest with each other? Or I might start borrowing your body again to do my errands at night.”
“Blackmail. I can respect that.” She hadn’t told him about her meeting with Lucas, but she’d been returned so quickly that she honestly didn’t see a reason she needed to share that with him. She didn’t want to spoil his improved mood by mentioning his ex-boss.
Eden looked down at her amulet. “Not much damage done.”
“Anything is too much.”
“It was worth it. I’m so glad you’re feeling better.”
“Angel.” He blinked. “I’m half-angel. Maybe if I keep saying it out loud it won’t feel so utterly insane. Which half is angel, though? That’s the question.”
She almost smiled. “I think it’s your right half.”
He snorted. “It was a rhetorical question.”
“I could see it, you know. Two separate pieces that aren’t too thrilled about taking up the same space. The right”—she took his right hand and brought it to her lips, kissing it—“and the left.” Then she did the same to the left.
Darrak watched her carefully. “Well, I can tell you that both sides like that a lot.”
He was wrong. This wouldn’t be the end of him. She’d fixed the pain and she could fix everything else if given enough time. “You’re going to be okay.”
“You know that for a fact?”
She nodded. “Yup.”
“Beauty, brains, and the ability to soothsay. I’m very impressed.” He frowned. “You’re looking at me strangely right now.”
Desire had replaced the concern she’d felt before. She slid her hands over his shoulders. “Am I?”
“You are.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Better, like I said.”
She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. “How much better?”
His gaze darkened with passion. “One hundred percent.”
Then, as if a well had broken, he pulled her against him and kissed her hard and deep on her lips.
She grinned. “So you are feeling frisky now.”
“Never friskier.”
His mouth covered hers again, his tongue sliding against her own. She couldn’t remember him ever kissing her with this kind of abandon before, not even the time they’d been given a lust elixir. There had always been something to stop them—worries about her black magic, Darrak’s spell that might make it worse, or not admitting her true feelings about the demon in the first place. They’d always fought against what felt so right.
Sure, they had plenty of problems stacked up against them like a tall, impenetrable brick wall, but nothing remained to keep them from giving in to their passion for each other.
“I want you, Darrak,” she whispered against his lips.
His eyes blazed with need. “You know how much I love you.”
“Show me. Make love to me.”
It was all the encouragement he needed. He gathered her into his arms and turned her around to press her down against the mattress. She worked to remove his T-shirt and jeans, running her hands over his hot, bare skin.
He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned her blouse, sliding her pants down her legs. His mouth moved over her curves as he went, filling his hands with her breasts so he could slide his tongue over them, making her arch her back and gasp with pleasure.
She wouldn’t think about their problems. She wouldn’t think about anything but this moment. She’d do like Darrak always suggested and live in the now. The future was not invited.
“I love you,” he whispered again after he’d explored her body inch by inch.
“Darrak, I—” But anything she would have said next was swept away by the feeling of him filling her in one deep thrust. It swept away her thoughts, her words, her entire universe.
Eden clung to him as he moved inside of her and she captured his handsome face between her hands, staring deeply into his ice blue eyes—such a cool color to be filled with so much heat. He felt so good, smelled so good, tasted so good.
Darrak made her feel better than anyone ever had in her entire life.
People like Ben, like Leena, like her mother, thought what they had between them was wrong. That it was impossible for her to care this deeply for a demon and for that demon to care about her in return.