Don't Hex and Drive (Stay a Spell #2) - Juliette Cross Page 0,103
I going to do with myself now? I was already hurting from the loss of him, and he was still here.
“I’m really tired, Devraj.”
I could feel his gaze pouring over my face, but I couldn’t look at him. I didn’t want him to see what I truly felt. He was too astute at reading people. After an awkward, tension-filled moment, he brushed a hand from my crown and down to cup my cheek. Leaning forward, he pressed a tender kiss to my lips.
“Goodnight, Isadora.”
“Goodnight.”
He swept off the bed in vampire speed, standing in the open doorway of my balcony. “Lock these doors when I leave.”
I nodded. Scooting to stand, I realized I was naked. I wrapped a throw at the end of the bed around me and met him at the open doorway, reaching to close the doors. I jumped when I felt his knuckles sweep down my jaw again.
“Look at me, Isadora.”
Bracing myself, I did, trying not to let my depth of emotion show there. He gave me one of those sweet smiles, the one that felt like it was just for me. One that told me maybe, just maybe, he was feeling the same way.
How could a man like Devraj fit into my world? We were just too vastly different. I’d never want to be with a man who lived in the spotlight. And there’s no way he’d never want to be with a woman whose highlight of the week was visiting an animal shelter. Would he?
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked sweetly.
“Tomorrow,” I said, forcing a smile.
With one more lingering glance, he disappeared over my balcony. I shut and locked the doors, then crawled into bed. I traced my fingers over the puncture wound in my neck, unable to deny the sigh of pleasure and sad smile it brought me.
Devraj had marked me well, and it would be hard to hide our relationship now. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. I’d known I’d fall hard if I took that step back into his arms, so I only had myself to blame. Still, it didn’t make this any easier. I knew without any doubt that when he left, it would crush me. Break me. I closed my eyes, feeling a tear slide down my cheek, knowing no other man would ever compare to my beautiful vampire.
Chapter 27
~DEVRAJ~
I waited for Isadora. Very impatiently. Pacing in the living room, I checked the clock on the wall again. I’d texted her first thing this morning, and she said she’d try to come by. When I’d texted back in all caps I NEED YOU TO COME OVER, she’d simply sent back a smiley face.
She probably thought I wanted to fuck her into the stratosphere again, which I did, but that wasn’t why I wanted her to come over.
I glanced down at my new roommate who’d been keeping pace with me in the living room, his brown eyes partially obscured by the scruffy tuft of red hair on his head.
“Not sure she’s coming, buddy.”
He yipped. Then I heard a knock at the back door.
Tracing in a split second, I swung the door open, my heart tripping at the sight of her as it always did. Today, she wore well-worn jeans and a loose T-shirt with a thin yellow cardigan. I rarely saw her in jeans, and I had a split-second thought that she was denying me the easy access of her little dresses and nightgowns, but that would be ridiculous, right? We had the most intense sexual experience of our lives together last night. I knew she’d felt it as much as I did. She’d come so hard she fucking fainted.
And I’d fallen so hard, I knew she had to be mine. For as long as my heart was beating.
Her magic in my name. When I got home, I pulled the paper out and traced her handwriting with my fingers before pressing it to my lips. Isadora cared so deeply for me, and I knew it from the powerful punch of magic that pulsed from my six-letter name. It screamed from the scrap of parchment—deep, possessive feelings of longing and want. And more. But I couldn’t think about it too much because it made my chest ache.
She was conflicted; there was no doubt. She wanted me, but she didn’t. So I was going to do everything in my power to pull her over to my way of thinking. Because I had forever on my mind.