"Lost for words, little star?"His lips brushed my earlobe, his breath scorching hot.The scene snapped back to my bed. My usual dream.His rough, large hand gripped my chin, tilting my head back. I still couldn't see his face.He crashed his lips onto mine. His tongue swept into my mouth, wild and greedy, stealing all my air."Say yes," he mumbled against my lips, his hard hips grinding aggressively against mine. "Come to the Eternal City. I'll make you my mate... my only bride... I'll claim you for real."Pleasure shot down my spine like lightning, making me shake.Gasping, I threw reason out the window. Just like the last ninety nights, I kissed him back, wrapping my legs tight around his waist.When it was over, my eyes snapped open. I was soaked. It felt terrifyingly real.But I couldn't care about that right now. That pomegranate crest kept flashing in my mind.The Night House. Rulers of the Eternal City. Descendants of the ancient Underworld God.Cold-blooded. Masters of life an
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