Chapter 26 Chapter 26
LENORE
Kissing the prince was overwhelming. I’d learned that from our first kiss.
His fingers trailed down my face to my jaw, angling my face so that our mouths connected more fully, while a restless energy hummed under my skin with every brush of his lips. I instinctively wrapped myself around him—my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist—before he pulled me forward until we were flush against each other. I was all feeling and no thought; the way my heart pounded with his, the heat of his chest against mine, the strength of his thighs pressing into me…
Then he slipped his tongue into my mouth, sliding it against mine, sending me into a dizzying spiral. I made a sound in the back of my throat that should be embarrassing, but he consumed it with a low hum against my mouth before reluctantly pulling back, resting his forehead against mine. Our breaths mingled.
Oh my God.
“What are we doing, Your Highness?” I muttered.
Putting aside his attempts on my life, he was the last person I should be getting involved with. He was a vampire prince for goodness’ sake—the vampire prince. Our paths were not meant to cross this way, so I couldn’t help but feel that this was inappropriate.
“Going with it,” he replied before I opened my eyes to find his glowing.
For a brief moment, I wondered how they worked. Did he have to feel a particular emotion for it to glow or was it any emotion? Did it even have to do with emotions?
“With what?”
“Whatever this is,” he said, pressing his lips to the corner of my mouth.
“Your Highness—”
“Please, Lenore.” It wasn’t so much the word, but how he said it. Like this was all he wanted—no, needed—in the world.
“…Killian.”
His lips sealed over mine again the next moment and he groaned. The sound reverberated through me, descending to my core, and another moan escaped me in response. Oh my God. He caressed my mouth with every sweep of his tongue, electrifying every nerve in my body, and then suddenly, we were moving. I didn’t know where he was taking me to, but he could carry me to hell while kissing me like that and I wouldn’t mind.
He threw you off a roof after laying one of those on you, a voice in the back of my head chose to remind me for the nth time and I quickly waved it away.
The movement stopped and I felt him lowering us to something before realizing we were on the couch in the bedroom. His hands trailed up my thighs, over my ass, and stopped at my back, fisting my shirt before he broke the kiss.
I inhaled sharply, trying to catch my breath, while he gently bit his bottom lip and rested his head against the back pillow, his eyes fixed on me. “Your High—...Killian,” I corrected, making myself comfortable on him, and the corners of his mouth turned up. “We should… I don’t think this is… right.”
My father would lose his mind if he found out. His father would lose his mind if he found out.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“…No.”
His smile widened a bit, and I couldn’t help but notice the contrast between this look and the one he’d had on his face the two times he tried to kill me. The sudden change in the way he treated me still confused me, and the fact that he’d called me a witch during the last incident came to mind.
“Why did you try to kill me?” If I didn’t ask now, it would just keep creeping into mind at every chance.
Killian’s smile dropped and he pressed his lips together, suddenly looking bashful. “I, uh, saw you in my dream.”
My brows snapped together. “Excuse me?” I blurted out, and he nodded. What the— “That was why?”
“We hadn’t met before and it wasn’t a normal dream,” he answered, letting out a harsh breath. “It was somewhere you should never have been able to enter, so I thought you were a witch and that you wanted to kill me.”
Oh.
“Then I saw you in the palace and I thought you were working for my father.”
Ohhhh.
My frown still deepened. “You could have just asked,” I said and he raised a brow before I realized that wasn’t realistic. Still, I added, “You’re crazy.”
“Such sweet words, Lenore,” he muttered, smiling, before a serious expression overtook his face again. “I can never apologize enough for my actions. I truly am sorry.”
I know. “…What if I actually am a witch though?”
“Then you’ve put quite the spell on me.”
The corner of my mouth twitched.
Hold on. What if there actually is a spell on him? On both of us? I mean, seriously, there’s no reason the both of us should be this attracted to each other when we’ve only known each other for four days. What if the spell breaks some time in the future? How will he react?
My expression must have reflected my thoughts because Killian caressed my face and asked, “What’s going through your mind?”
I stared at him without saying anything for a couple of seconds before shaking my head, not wanting to bring it up. “What happened to you today by the way? For you to be so thirsty?”
Killian clenched his jaw and dragged his hand over his face. “Can we… talk about it some other time?” he asked and when I nodded, his smile made a reappearance. That elicited a smile from me too. “...You’re so beautiful.”
He moved his hand from my face, tangling his fingers in my hair to pull me down so his lips could capture mine once more. This one was hungrier than the first two kisses. He was hungrier, and his hands moved desperately over my body.
His fingers slid under the hem of my shirt and the warmth of his hands as they moved up my back made me whimper and arch into him. He found the clasp of my bra and with a single, deft motion, he unhooked it. Before my mind could process the sudden freedom from the fabric, he jerked me forward so I was sitting right against him.
He was hard.
My breath hitched.
Suddenly, a knock came on the door, followed by Fabien’s voice. “Your Highness?”