Throne of Secrets (Prince of Sin, #2)

by Kerri Maniscalco

By the time I’d gotten to the last button and slowly peeled his shirt back, I was ready for him to take me right there. He was a carving made flesh. The most exquisite thing I’d ever seen. I’d fallen for his mind first, so his powerful body was simply an added delight to marvel over. This stranger was entirely too good to be true. And yet here he stood, very real and just as wildly attracted to me. “Beautiful,” I whispered, tracing each hard ridge of his abdomen, my attention transfixed by him. His entire chest was quite literally a work of art—a tattoo of two silver dragons entwined, facing each other, took up nearly every inch of his skin. The way the dragons were positioned made it look like two halves creating a heart. Near the bottom of their serpentine bodies a banner bound them, a Latin phrase inked onto it. Nitimur in vetitum. We strive for the forbidden. Something like recognition slithered along the edges of my memory, but that was impossible since I’d never seen it before. Any peculiar feeling was forgotten the moment he shrugged the shirt completely off, allowing me a moment to admire him.