Kingdom of the Cursed (Kingdom of the Wicked, #2)

by Kerri Maniscalco

“Have I ever told you your anger is like my own personal aphrodisiac?”

“Then tell me you hate me, that I am your worst enemy. Better yet, tell me you don’t want to kiss me.”

his mouth slanted over mine, stealing my breath and any further denial as easily as he’d stolen my soul.

“You may destroy me yet.” “Sooner rather than later if you don’t stop talking and kiss me again.” “Demanding, angelic creature.”

“If I am, I would tell you that you are mine. That I am choosing you as my husband. There is no one I’d rather confront my demons with, no soul I’d travel through Hell with. And no one else I want standing beside me when I go to the Shifting Isles tomorrow.”

I exhaled quietly and moved from the balcony into his bedchamber, tugging the strings of my tunic loose as I passed by him. I glanced over my shoulder, noting with satisfaction the desire darkening his gaze as I slipped the shirt from my body and let it drop to the floor. “Then I suggest coming to bed, your majesty.”