The Dark Prince (The Dark Light Series)(52)

Finally I give in, easing myself down onto him with a garbled moan. How can he feel this good? How can it still surprise me? This type of pleasure shouldn’t even be legal.

Dorian fills every deep cavernous space with authority as I rock back and forth onto him. We become one, an all-consuming tangle of moans, kisses and sighs. I keep with the rhythm of the music, careful not to go too far into shaky ground, though I want to so, so bad. I’ve wanted this, dreamt of this for too long. I want to release this flood of passion onto him but I know it will completely unravel me, surrendering the control that I now possess in this moment. I want to prove that I crave only him, I love only him. I want Dorian to feel it emanating from me. I not only want him to live within my soft, warm dwellings, I want him to own it entirely, just as he owns my heart.

I lean forward, bringing our faces together again, aligning our eyes so that he can clearly see the immense desire burning within them.

“Don’t,” Dorian whispers urgently. “You shouldn’t do it.”

I grind my flesh onto him even further, causing him to groan mangled expletives through clenched teeth. “But I want to,” I whisper. “I’ll be ok. I promise.”

And before Dorian can object any further, I channel every ounce of passion, strength and love within my heart and soul, and yield it to him. All of it. I give him me. I let him feel, smell, hear, see, and taste all the ways I love him. And with a sharp huff of air, Dorian receives me, bringing him to his momentous brink, and taking me along with him down his journey into euphoria.





Chapter Eleven




“Take the day off. Rest. I don’t want you to feel weak or disoriented.”

“Dorian, I am perfectly fine. I feel good, really,” I respond, applying my mascara in the vanity mirror of my bathroom draped in a terry-cloth robe. Dorian’s hips are wrapped only in a fluffy white towel, showcasing his hard, taut body, making it impossible to focus on the task at hand. I’ve already nearly poked my eye out twice.

Running his hand through his messy, damp locks, Dorian twists his lips to one side, making him look unbelievably cute and boyish. “I don’t know, Gabs. It worries me to have you out there right after you’ve used. The exchange of power between two forces is extremely draining. Especially for you. I loved it- hell, it was incredible- but you shouldn’t have done it.”

I spin around, completely taken aback by his comment. “What did you just say?”

“Uh, it worries me to have you out after you’ve used and you shouldn’t have done it?” he recalls with a raised eyebrow.

I shake my head, cocking my head to one side. “No. What did you call me?”

“Oh, yeah. Gabs,” he smiles sheepishly.

I smile back at my beautifully buoyant lover, relishing in our lighthearted banter after weeks of distress. Tammy is healed, his father is gone, and there has been no sign of my paranormal stalker. For now, all is right in the world.

“You’ve never called me that before. My friends are the only ones that call me that,” I remark, returning my attention to applying my light makeup.

“Am I not your friend?”

I put down my eyeliner and gaze at Dorian’s reflection in the mirror. “I’d say you are much more than that.”

Dorian closes the distance between us and places his hands around my waist from behind. “But we’re friends. That’s one of the things I love about you. Even if there was nothing sexual between us, even if I didn’t love you as deeply as I do, I’d still like you.”

He turns my body around to face him, guiding me by my hips. I gaze into his bright blue, twinkling eyes, noticing how youthful and carefree he appears. “I’ve never had that with any woman, and it is seriously blowing my mind. I don’t just like holding you, feeling you, making you come until you cry… I like talking to you. Knowing you.”

I fight the urge to burst into a fit of girlish giggles and settle for a sweet, tender kiss instead. I like Dorian too. Besides Jared, he’s the only other guy that I’ve opened up to. I’ve peeled back all my complicated layers and revealed the scared, stubborn, crass girl that I really am. I’ve let myself feel with him. And the fact that even after he’s learned all those things about me, bullshit and baggage included, and still wants me, reconfirms my decision. I will love Dorian until the day I die. And even if that day is tomorrow, I will fight for this love- for him- because he is worth it.

“Well, other than just being a cool ass chick, I know exactly why you like me.” I press my lips against his for a quick peck before turning back around to finish primping. “I am my father’s daughter, Dorian. Maybe you see a piece of Alexander in me. You miss him.”