The Emperor (Dark Verse, #3)

by RuNyx

His lips crashed on hers before she had finished speaking, swallowing the last of her word. Finally. Her body trembled. Amara stretched higher on her toes, the pressure of his mouth making a shiver run down her spine. He tilted her head to the side, slashing his lips more firmly across hers, and licked at the seams of her closed mouth, the taste of him—smoke and wine and him—filling the gnawing hunger inside her. She felt her lips part on a soft moan, and he took the invitation, swooping in, tangling his tongue with hers. Dante’s kiss was fire through her veins, not the kind that burned her down to cinders and ashes, but the kind that warmed her from the inside out in places she hadn’t known she’d been cold and shivering. It lit up the corners in her being that had been shrouded in darkness, forcing everything malefic to the shadows as she basked in the warmth. He guided her mouth and she followed, this dance of a different kind, one they’d danced so many times before. He pulled back, and she opened her eyes, taking in his lips, painted the shade of hers, wet from her mouth. It sent a tendril of something possessive dispersing inside her, watching him wear the evidence of herself on his flesh. She wanted him to be marked with her, just as he had marked her on the inside. He moved his thumb over her lips, the touch rough. Before she knew what she was doing, she opened her mouth and sucked it in. His eyes darkened.