Because already, the feel and taste of her, the very scent of her that was uniquely Tiara—all of it was making him forget who he was, what he meant to do, and why it had to be so.
The sound of her whimpers, the pressure of her nails digging deep into the panes of his back—
This MUSTN’T change anything.
His lips moved down her body until he found what he was looking for, and at the first touch of his lips, she was already arching involuntarily, and ah, to hear her crying out his name—
“Arkane!”
He covered her mouth, and when her pleasure-hazed eyes sought his—
“I need you to stay silent, princess.”
That was the only warning he gave her, and she was left grabbing the pillow and biting into it as he continued with the business of giving her what they both wanted.
Pleasure that could never be put into words, the kind that rocked their worlds and made night into day, and as she arched against his lips one last time—
This MUSTN’T change anything.
He no longer knew if the words were a blessing or a curse. Everything was just a fucking blur, pain and revenge melting into lines that he had forced his soul to cross—
This COULDN’T change anything.
She fell back against the bed. A tremulous smile touching her lips as her dazed gaze sought his. And then she was slowly reaching up to touch his cheek—
“I love you.”
And even though a part of his soul still was still lost in the darkness, unwilling to let go of everything—
Arkane still found himself capturing her hand and bringing it slowly to his lips.
“I love you.”
Chapter Five
THERE ARE TIMES WEremember, times we forget.