Enslaved (Prince of the Doomed City #4)

by Sylvia Mercedes

“I will come to you.” His mouth rests just against my ear, his voice low and deep: “Should you need me. For any reason. Not for Obligation, only for need.” I’m shaking, shuddering. But he holds me closer, as though he can hold me together, keep me from bursting into a million pieces.

“Call my name,” he whispers. “I will come to you. From anywhere in all the worlds, I will come. Just call my name.” “Castien.” My throat vibrates against his fingertips. “No.” He leans in closer, his nose against my temple. His lips just brush my skin. Not a kiss, a mere stroke of contact. “Not that.” Then he speaks a single word, softly. Breathes it into my ear. The next moment he is gone.

is this too much to ask for?