Dark Light (The Dark Light Series)(50)

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“You looked upset,” I reflect. We are both lying on top of the comforter, finding our breaths, covered in a glistening sheen of sweat.

“I was shocked. Didn’t expect you to come here,” Dorian says, lightly panting. We stare at the ceiling, both gloriously spent.

“Neither did I.”

I exhale and allow myself to look at him. He looks scrumptious; even with disheveled hair and sweat on his brow, he’s still the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. I know he can feel my eyes on him but he doesn’t turn towards me. He looks thoughtful. Oh no, I hope he doesn’t regret what just transpired between us. I know I don’t.

“You wield powerful magic,” he says, barely above a whisper.

The fuck? Does he…? No. He can’t possibly know. I laugh off his remark nervously. I can’t even wrap my head around it. I know it’s just a figure of speech but it hits too close to home.

“I could say the same thing about you.”

Dorian abruptly turns his head and looks at me with a hint of alarm. I smile to ease the rising tension and he returns my grin. He eases up on his elbow and plants a tender kiss on my lips. Just the gentle contact stirs something within me. I want this. I don’t want to be some Enchantress. I don’t want to be the Light’s savior from the Dark. I just want this. This man in front of me, naked and utterly gorgeous, I want him.

“I’m glad you came,” he says.

“I didn’t know what I was doing until I was already here. And I wasn't sure what I would find. At the party, seeing you with Aurora…I had to know what was between you two.” My words are strained but I’m being honest. Our intimate exchange has made me vulnerable, something I don’t make a habit of showing.

“So you thought you’d show up here and find out for yourself? What’d you think; that you’d catch us in the act?” He’s smiling but there’s an edge to his voice. And I’m painfully aware that he hasn’t denied that they have something going on.

Don’t ruin this, I tell myself. Live in the moment.

“Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to see you. Either way, I don’t regret coming,” I say. I take my finger and twirl it in a loose lock of hair on his forehead. It’s so soft and still damp with sweat.

“No regrets,” he remarks. “You never know when your days are numbered.”

“You can say that again.” Once again, he is right on point.

“Enough talking.” And before I can utter an objection, Dorian leans down to conjoin his mouth with mine, his hand hungrily cupping my breast, and I forget that Aurora even exists.





Chapter Thirteen





The gods of hot one night stands, salacious sleepovers and embarrassing morning afters are certainly smiling down on me today!

Not only did I get to wake up to the most beautiful creature ever made after not one but two raucous sex sessions, but one of the gifts from the Luxe swag bag is a Walk of Shame Kit. Score!

I open the little canister after tiptoeing to the bathroom before Dorian wakes. I initially was planning to just finger brush my teeth but included is a little toothbrush with toothpaste. I think about showering but that would be too obvious. Plus he might want to do that together and go for Round 3. After a quick brush, a fluff of my wild after-sex hair, and a little dab of nude lip gloss, I sneak back out and get under the covers. A nude Dorian is sleeping peacefully on his stomach and it’s all I can do not to lean over and place a kiss gently on his perfect face.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he mutters, eyelids still closed. Shit! Busted.

“Do what?” I whisper innocently.

“I know you’re a real woman. No one wakes up with minty fresh breath and glossed lips.” He finally opens his sleepy eyes and gives me a crooked grin.

“Well, then why do you look so good?” And Lord knows he does. His tousled black locks are the only indication that he’s been sexing and sleeping, and even those make him look unbelievably hot. And not even a hint of morning breath.

Dorian shrugs his bare shoulders. “I don’t know. Magic?” His blue eyes melt into my hazels. I know they must be wide with shock but I try to recover with a nervous giggle.

“I don’t think so. You might just be lucky.” I joke.

“I don’t believe in luck.” Dorian turns his body towards me, revealing his chiseled chest.

“But you believe in magic?” I ask with an arch of my eyebrow. I know I am in dangerous territory but it’s just playful banter.

Dorian smirks and his eyes suddenly darken. “Don’t you?”

We stare at each other, both with a question on our lips. What is he trying to tell me? That he knows my secret? He couldn’t. No sane human being would believe that even if they read Natalia’s journal for themselves. I don’t know if even I can entirely believe it.