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beast?”
He smiled but it did not reach his eyes. “Yes, but not all can do what my king did. Only the oldest and most powerful of our kind can summon our
Cerja
to a corporeal form.”
“I had not thought your king was an elder.”
He hesitated. “Gidon is not. My king is a power only a few can comprehend.”
Saieke sensed he was not comfortable talking about his people. “Why do you share this knowledge with me? Many are ignorant about your kind.”
“To allay you fear.”
Saieke hesitated. “I will honor the oath I made even if I fear your people.”
Drac tensed subtly. “I assuage your terror because I do not like it.”
He did not like it?
“Don’t you mean that you feed on my fear?” Saieke’s raked her fingers through her tumbled hair. “I know you consume my dark emotions, and you enjoyed my torment.”
He reached out as if to touch her hair and paused. He spoke with quiet intensity, “I have known fear, Princess. Have felt its bitter taste, smelled its fetidness, and I do not wish for you to have such feelings. I did not enjoy your pain. I am deeply regretful you have known such horrors.”
“I doubt you know my fear.” Her fingers tightened on the coverlets.
“I live in a world you cannot comprehend, Princess. I have been broken. Limbs shattered. Spine severed and the stench of my blood all I could inhale. I understand. Be assured that you will not be harmed in my kingdom again,” he vowed.
She believed him. Saieke’s heart clamored as she gazed into the cruelty that lined his features. “Thank you,” she whispered at loss with what else to say. Though it was hard to imagine the predator crouched before her had even been broken as he described.
“May I touch you?” His voice was gravelly and hoarse, and an unexpected shiver of anticipation cascaded down her spine.
“Yes,” she pushed the words past her lips, her heart beating a painful cadence.
His lips curved into a smile. He was such a vicious beauty.
Oh, why am I so intrigued when I should
be petrified?
He held one of her hands, his touch so gentle it was startling. “Though I do not know what prompted the desire to bite you, I promise I will not lose control around you again. Even now, I can taste the anxiety you feel at my closeness, but I swear you have no cause to fear me.”
She wetted her lips, a nervous reaction, and he jerked visibly.
“I will try,” she promised.
A fleeting smile touched his lips. “Thank you. How many I make amends?”
She hesitated. “ Amends for?”
“ Hurting you.”
“You did not hurt me.” Why did she say that?
His gazed landed on her throat. “Then for scaring you. For my people harming you.” He pulled his eyes from the arch of her neck with evident reluctance. “ Please speak.”
“I do not know the fate of my Queen’s blades. I…I would be grateful to know if they lived or perished.”
“You will have that knowledge, I promise.” The timbre of his voice was rough and thick, but soothing.
“You are staring, Darkan.”
The slightest of hesitation, then he said, “You are beautiful.”
Oh
. “As are you,” slipped from her unbidden.
He arched a brow. “I have been called many things, but never beautiful.”
She smiled. “I am glad to have been your first.”
His obsidian eyes darkened if that were even possible. He slowly rose and leaned in to her, giving her enough time to retreat. Her heart beating in trepidation, Saieke angled her head down slightly to meet his ascent. Fear and lust swirled in her blood when his lips met hers, then he stilled. Uncertainty and liquid heat, hot and scalding, rushed through her, leaving her breathless.
A Darkan is
kissing me .
Not just any Darkan, but Drac. His eyes pierced hers, swirling with a need she could not identify. She waited for him to continue, and he did nothing. The silky hardness of his lips lured her into a tentative exploration. She softened her lips, opening them slightly.
His taste was evocative.
He smiled but it did not reach his eyes. “Yes, but not all can do what my king did. Only the oldest and most powerful of our kind can summon our
Cerja
to a corporeal form.”
“I had not thought your king was an elder.”
He hesitated. “Gidon is not. My king is a power only a few can comprehend.”
Saieke sensed he was not comfortable talking about his people. “Why do you share this knowledge with me? Many are ignorant about your kind.”
“To allay you fear.”
Saieke hesitated. “I will honor the oath I made even if I fear your people.”
Drac tensed subtly. “I assuage your terror because I do not like it.”
He did not like it?
“Don’t you mean that you feed on my fear?” Saieke’s raked her fingers through her tumbled hair. “I know you consume my dark emotions, and you enjoyed my torment.”
He reached out as if to touch her hair and paused. He spoke with quiet intensity, “I have known fear, Princess. Have felt its bitter taste, smelled its fetidness, and I do not wish for you to have such feelings. I did not enjoy your pain. I am deeply regretful you have known such horrors.”
“I doubt you know my fear.” Her fingers tightened on the coverlets.
“I live in a world you cannot comprehend, Princess. I have been broken. Limbs shattered. Spine severed and the stench of my blood all I could inhale. I understand. Be assured that you will not be harmed in my kingdom again,” he vowed.
She believed him. Saieke’s heart clamored as she gazed into the cruelty that lined his features. “Thank you,” she whispered at loss with what else to say. Though it was hard to imagine the predator crouched before her had even been broken as he described.
“May I touch you?” His voice was gravelly and hoarse, and an unexpected shiver of anticipation cascaded down her spine.
“Yes,” she pushed the words past her lips, her heart beating a painful cadence.
His lips curved into a smile. He was such a vicious beauty.
Oh, why am I so intrigued when I should
be petrified?
He held one of her hands, his touch so gentle it was startling. “Though I do not know what prompted the desire to bite you, I promise I will not lose control around you again. Even now, I can taste the anxiety you feel at my closeness, but I swear you have no cause to fear me.”
She wetted her lips, a nervous reaction, and he jerked visibly.
“I will try,” she promised.
A fleeting smile touched his lips. “Thank you. How many I make amends?”
She hesitated. “ Amends for?”
“ Hurting you.”
“You did not hurt me.” Why did she say that?
His gazed landed on her throat. “Then for scaring you. For my people harming you.” He pulled his eyes from the arch of her neck with evident reluctance. “ Please speak.”
“I do not know the fate of my Queen’s blades. I…I would be grateful to know if they lived or perished.”
“You will have that knowledge, I promise.” The timbre of his voice was rough and thick, but soothing.
“You are staring, Darkan.”
The slightest of hesitation, then he said, “You are beautiful.”
Oh
. “As are you,” slipped from her unbidden.
He arched a brow. “I have been called many things, but never beautiful.”
She smiled. “I am glad to have been your first.”
His obsidian eyes darkened if that were even possible. He slowly rose and leaned in to her, giving her enough time to retreat. Her heart beating in trepidation, Saieke angled her head down slightly to meet his ascent. Fear and lust swirled in her blood when his lips met hers, then he stilled. Uncertainty and liquid heat, hot and scalding, rushed through her, leaving her breathless.
A Darkan is
kissing me .
Not just any Darkan, but Drac. His eyes pierced hers, swirling with a need she could not identify. She waited for him to continue, and he did nothing. The silky hardness of his lips lured her into a tentative exploration. She softened her lips, opening them slightly.
His taste was evocative.
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