Nectar of the Wicked (Deadly Divine, #1)

by Ella Fields

He tipped up my chin until I met his eyes with mine. “Ready and waiting for me.” I blinked, without words. His lips parted as he stared. “I dreamed of you,” he murmured as if unwillingly. “It has been a long time since I’ve dreamed of anything.”

“You are far more beautiful than you deserve to be,” I said with both awe and irritation. Sobered completely, the king chewed the tip of his thumb as he surveyed me with some of that foreign light still lingering in his eyes. “One could say the same about you, Princess.”