Leaning into her neck, I placed a possessive kiss there, loving the feel of her naked body in my arms as she held me close. When our eyes met again, the hurt of the past receded, the guilt of Corelia’s death forever leaving me. Natasha would never truly know this, but she had just set me free. I claimed her lips again.
“How manyLords of Twilighthave there been?”
“I’m not sure. But of all of them, I am certainly her favorite one.”
“Stop.” She smacked my arm, and I chuckled, stealing yet another kiss.
“Why don’t you jump in my shower for a bit? The handheld might just satisfy your need until I return.”
I smirked, but regrettably, the joke was lost on her, fear replacing her confusion.
“You are leaving me?”
“Not until after breakfast. And I’m not entirely leaving you, I’m just giving in to theTwilightfor a while. I’ve been masking your presence with my darkness since yesterday, so the Necromancers can’t find you again. It drains a lot out of me since my shadows have to slither into the spirit realm to do it.”
“You’ve been cloaking me all this time?” she gasped.” Even while we were together?”
I nodded.
“I’m sorry, I?—”
“No,” I firmly interjected. “Never apologize to me for what I willingly do for you. Our bond is complete now, Natasha. I am yours just as you are mine, and there is no world or existence I would not sacrifice for you.”
Her fingers swept away the strand of hair that fell over my eyes tenderly, only for it to fall on them again. “You know, I’ve been calling you theDark Witchin my mind since I met you…” Affection illuminated her eyes. “Not anymore. You aremy Dantenow.”
I arched a single brow. “Truer words have never been spoken.”
Our mouths found each other, the kiss sealing our vow and strengthening ourastral bond.
“What doesCuore mio, mean?” The question left her after we finally stood, pausing in front of me before heading for my bathroom.
An abnormally sweet smile tilted my lips with her question. “My heart…”
The finally revealed endearment made her face light up with a precious, powerful emotion that I suspected had healed something inside her too.
“Now, go shower.” My words were accentuated by a smack on her perfectly bouncy ass.
She narrowed her gaze at me, hiding a smile even as her eyes still glistened.
Seeing her step into the bathroom, I attempted to have my darkness dress me. After miserably failing, I at least got them to cleanse my body and walked into the closet, putting on a pair of dress pants, a fitted sweater, and leather loafers—all black of course. The sound of knocking made me hurry.
“I just have one question,” Vanessa began the second I opened the door. “Were you killing Natasha or fucking her last night, because if it’s the latter, I might be officially jealous.”
D rolled his eyes, while a full smirk tilted my mouth. “You should have taken advantage of me while you had the chance.”
She snorted. “EvenifI’d been interested, I never had a chance. You were alreadyherswhen I met you.”
“True,” D admitted, making me chuckle. “How did it go?”
“How do you think?” his sister asked, incredulous. “She was screaming his name, for crying out loud!”
“Shut up, Vane,” he grunted, but he wasn’t jealous or ticked off, I knew exactly what he was asking.
Lifting an index finger to my temple, I used the shadows to pull the memory of our mating and passed it on to D’s mind. His eyes briefly glowed with theTwilightas he was witness.
“Yourastralbondtattoo glowed when you made her yours,” he whispered, as astonished as I’d been when that happened.
“It did.”
