Never breaking the kiss, he strode across the room and gently sat on the lounge, straddling Adalia on his lap.
Their kiss deepened and Adalia finally did what she had been dreaming of since the moment she laid eyes on him that first time in the throne room of Oscuro.
Reaching up, she ran her fingers through his silky, dark brown hair. It was just as soft as she thought it would be. She broke their kiss for a moment to catch her breath, both sitting in silence, staring at one another.
Matthias’s gaze dropped to her mouth and his eyes darkened again as she bit her lip. “Sweet darkness. You taste so good.”
He pulled her closer and her breath caught in her throat at the strength of his arms. She let her face slowly fall towards his as she captured his mouth again. The kiss hungrier this time. His tongue flicked across the seam of her mouth, asking to be invited in, and Adalia opened to him. It swept inside, dancing with hers, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip. He was devouring her as if he’d never eaten before and would starve if he couldn’t have her.
And Adalia let him.
This is what her subconscious had been craving the moment she tasted him in the forest. She shouldn’t be craving it, but she was.
Every moan, every lick, every touch and taste—it wasn’t enough. She wanted him to be so close their bodies became one.
Tattooed hands gripped her hips as Matthias kissed her passionately. Adalia rocked against him, drawing a hiss from the prince. The grip on her hips tightened.
The house was dark apart from the soft glow of the streetlamp outside that shone through her bay window, casting shadows acrosstheir bodies. She never wanted this feeling to end. It felt so right . . .hefelt so right.
Adalia ran the tips of her fingers over the edge of his wings, just above his shoulders, and Matthias sucked in a breath, his body twitching under hers. She smiled as she did it again—the prince groaned, louder this time.
“Do you like it when I touch you there?”
“I do . . . and I shouldn’t.”
“Would you like me to do it again?” Adalia whispered against his mouth.
Matthias nodded before his eyes rolled into the back of his head, as Adalia brushed his wings again.
Seeing him come apart before her had Adalia feeling very warm at her core.
There was too much fabric between them and Adalia wished she could remove it all, but she was letting Matthias set the pace—there was no need to rush.
“Would you like to take this to a place a little more intimate?” Adalia whispered against the prince’s cheek. He trailed kisses along her jaw as his hands squeezed her thighs beneath her dress.
“Are you inviting me into your room, little dove?”
Adalia nodded. “I would like to invite you into many areas of my life.”
One of the thin straps of her dress slipped from her shoulder, revealing warm honey tinted skin that Matthias readily captured with his mouth. Throwing her head back as his lips traced a line across her collarbone, Adalia moaned softly, raking her fingers through his hair.
Part of her dress fell away, revealing a firm, unbound breast, and Adalia gasped as the prince found it with his tongue.
Nipping. Kissing. Sucking.
Experiencing all of this with him was utterly magical.
It was like a dream until it wasn’t anymore.
Matthias abruptly pulled back from her, his face pained. “I’m sorry . . . I can’t do this. I want to . . . but I can’t.”
“What do you mean, you can’t do this? Youaredoing it?” Adalia whispered.
“I don’t know . . . just trust me, you don’t want this.” Matthias motioned to himself.
Before Adalia could respond, he gently, but swiftly, moved her off his lap, onto the seat beside him, and walked out the front door.
Adalia sat in shock. It all happened so quickly.
