Excerpt from Princess
Whatever her reasons, however misguided, she chose him and, God, how
he wanted her. His whole body was trembling against her. He swallowed
hard. “Serafina, I have not been honest with you--”
“Shh,” she whispered. “I know, I know.”
“I can’t run anymore. I’m so sick of pretending--”
“You don’t have to explain. You’re with me now.”
Without warning, she curled upward and kissed the curved scar on his
mouth softly, lingeringly.
Striving for sanity, he closed his eyes, but the smell of her skin
was too tempting. He lost the battle, dipped his head, and pressed
a kiss to her throat. He heard her whispered groan. She lay back on
the forest floor and tilted her head back, offering herself.
The future, the world beyond the forest dissolved along with his resistance.
Years of resistance, futile from the start. He belonged to this girl,
body and soul, and he knew it.
With a relief so exquisite he could have wept, he lowered his head
and kissed her lips.
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