I closed my eyes and arched my neck again. “You, my prince.”
“Bloody look at me,” he ordered, I did and he started thrusting savagely, I felt him pounding, inside and out. “You’ll not leave,” he ground out, his voice hoarse.
My legs circled his h*ps but I didn’t answer.
“Cora, say it, you’ll not leave.”
Oh God!
“I’ll not leave,” I whispered.
His eyes kept mine imprisoned as he kept driving deep and I lost it, my back arched, my neck arched and my heels dug into his back as I exploded.
His mouth went to my ear as I cl**axed and I felt the sharp nip of his teeth on my earlobe before he gritted, “You’re never going ‘home’.”
Then he shoved his face in my neck and groaned.
When we both came down, Tor guided our hands from between us, let mine go, he pulled out of me then kissed my neck and exited the bed.
I rolled to my side and watched as he strode around the room and extinguished candles and lamps until the only illumination came from the city lights glowing through the huge opened doors.
He joined me in bed and pulled me into his arms, settling me with my cheek on his chest, my thigh over both of his and then his fingers came up and played with the ends of my hair.
I closed my eyes tight.
Okay, shit, what was that all about?
I wasn’t sure but one thing I knew, I was screwed.
The people of his castle and the city hated me, but I could not leave, I could not complain about them or Tor would do something to make them hate me more, if he already hadn’t.
I was stuck on that score.
I wanted to take off but if I did, I might get captured by Minerva and then his world would descend into plague and famine and who wanted to be responsible for something like that?
Not me.
From what just happened, it was pretty freaking clear that Tor wasn’t going to go out and find me a wizard or sorcerer to help me get home. Further, I couldn’t ask anyone because they hated me and they wouldn’t help me. So I was stuck on that score too.
And, blast my luck, his protective behavior when he found me crying settled my black prince even deeper in my heart. I wasn’t falling sedately in love with him, I was falling fast and I was going to land soon and when I did, I’d land hard.
Yes, I was totally screwed.
I had no choice.
I had to tough it up where his people were concerned. I needed to build a shield. I would be my friendly, social self and do my best to keep my chin up. I didn’t suspect, considering how deep their hatred went, I’d win them over but I had to find a way to live with it.
And as for Tor, I didn’t know what to do.
What I did know was that there was a possibility I was going to go home one day, no warning, no chance to say good-bye.
So, I not only had to take what I could get from my fairytale prince but I also had to give him back everything I could muster. Because when I went home, the other Cora would come back and he, like me, would have nothing.
And I wanted him to have all he could have for as long as I could give it to him.
I opened my eyes and pulled in breath.
So that, I decided, was precisely what I was going to do.