The Wraith King (The Rise of Northgall, #1)

by Juliette Cross

Over the years of war, word had come to me by my spies how beautiful the Princess of Issos had grown, how remarkably elegant in speech and manner, how regal in her bearing, how enchanting her violet gaze. But I’d never been able to picture anything but the young girl I’d taken from the dungeons. Nothing had prepared me for the reality of her.

“Because I was afraid of what I’d do to you if I got you alone again. I know how badly you despise me for forcing you into this union. And I saw the pain and grief on your face when I fucked you. But Vix save me,” I growled, holding her ethereal gaze, “none of that matters when you’re near me. All I want to do is bury myself deep and get lost in the oblivion of your body. When you’re near, I care about nothing but wanting that soul-shaking sensation again of being so deep inside you. This craving is pure madness,” I whispered against her lips and closed my eyes.

“I swear upon Vix himself, I will keep only one mate—my mizrah. For as long as I draw breath, there will only be you.” He held me tighter, eyes slipping closed as he whispered, “Only you.”

“Our hearts are what we make of them. Like recognizes like. And mine knows yours.” She pressed her palm to my chest over the organ beating hard for her. “As yours knows mine.”