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a heartbeat passed.

“I didn’t save you because of what you did for my brother,” he said, and then he brought his lips down.

Chapter 19

The Prince didn’t kiss me. He didn’t move his lips against mine. It was the lightest touch, and I still felt the contact in every cell, in every part of my body.

And then he exhaled against my lips.

It was like warm silk slipped down my throat and it tasted like sun-baked coconut. How strange was that? The warmth hooked itself into the very center of my being and then pulled.

My entire body jerked as if I too was being lifted, but I wasn’t sure if I actually moved or not or if the Prince was holding me in place when his hands glided down to my shoulders.

It didn’t… it didn’t hurt.

Not at all. Instead, I felt… lighter. Like I was floating in warm water. The warmth from his body blanketed my skin, and I was only vaguely aware of my hands slipping off his wrists, to fall to my sides. But when he tilted his head to the side, the deep, deep tugging intensified and then—oh, God—then it turned into something else.

Everything inside me tightened all of a sudden. My heart raced as my senses overloaded. A rush of acute pleasure came out of nowhere, slamming into me with a force that turned my blood to nothing more than liquid heat as a coiling sensation began deep inside me. There was no stopping the sound that came out of me as my entire body arched—a sound that I knew I would be mortified about later.

The Prince shuddered as his hands curled under my arms. He lifted me up and then laid me down and then his weight came down on me.

I stopped thinking.

I stopped being me, whoever me was, and I just let what I was feeling happen, and what I was feeling was something so beautiful it was almost painful.

My hands slid to the bare skin of his chest and my legs spread as his thigh eased between them. My body wasn’t my own, and I didn’t care. I began to move, twisting and churning against his thigh, the friction so good it made me pant. One of his hands curved around my hip as he braced his weight on his other.

And then it happened.

The whirling force inside me whipped out of control as the first wave of pure, full-bodied bliss crashed over me. I cried out against his mouth as spasms racked my body, and it went on and on, a wave I rode for what felt like an eternity. When it was over, every muscle in my body was limp.

I only became aware as the soft tugging motion slowed, eased and then faded off. He wasn’t feeding anymore, but his mouth was still close to mine and the pounding in my chest had turned to a throbbing in several pulse points throughout my body. That delicious ache was still there, pulsing, pounding, waiting for more, because while the experience had been amazing, there was this hollowness about what I’d just felt. And I knew it was from him feeding and I knew it was… it was simply because it was him.

The Prince lifted his head.

I opened my eyes and saw that his were closed. His head was thrown back, neck muscles taut and corded. He was striking like this, awe-inspiring. I lowered my gaze to his shoulder. The wound was healed, as was the one in his chest. Nothing but faint streaks of dried blood remained. I figured the one in his thigh was also healed, but he looked like he was… he was in pain.

I lifted my hand, placing just the tips of my fingers onto his cheek. “Are you… you okay?” When he didn’t answer, I guided his chin down. “Prince?”

His chest rose with a sharp, unsteady breath and when he opened his eyes, I gasped. Their color had changed.

“Your eyes,” I whispered. No longer were they the pale wolf’s blue. Instead, they were a stunning shade of amber, rich and intense.

“It’s all right,” he said, voice thick. “It was… it was bound to happen.”

My brows knitted. “What… what does that mean?”

He gave a little shake of his head. “Nothing. Are you okay?”

I managed a nod.

Those eyes drifted shut again. “Can you do me a favor?” He turned to my hand, startling me when he kissed the center of my palm. “Call me Caden.”

“Caden?”

“That is my name.” His lips brushed my palm