The Darkest Kiss(138)

By: Gena Showalter

If this failed…

“Remember me, Anya. Remember our time together. I command you to remember.”

Her eyelids squeezed shut, and she gasped. Her features contorted, as if in pain. She fell to her back and curled into a ball, clutching at her temples.

“Anya!” he shouted, concerned, swinging open the door and crouching beside her.

A long while passed as she writhed, moaned and cursed, clawing at her head. He held her, muttering soothing words, hating himself. What have I done to her? The woman had given up everything for him.

Finally, though, she stilled. A fine glaze of sweat slicked her skin. Shadows had formed half-moons under her eyes.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’ll let you go, but don’t expect me to forget you. We’re bonded. I’ll be on your trail, doing everything in my power to win and romance you. So prepare to see a lot of me. I love you too much to let you go.”

“Like I’d ever allow you to let me go. You’re mine. I love you, too, Flowers.” Her dark lashes swept up, her eyes suddenly shining with love. “Gods, I’m so glad that you’re alive.”

Such astounding happiness skipped through him, he was shaking as he crushed her against his chest. “Anya, sweet Anya.”

“I love you so much,” she said.

He buried his head in her neck, inhaling her strawberry scent. “Thank the gods, Anya. I was dying inside every time you looked at me as if I were a stranger.”

She kissed and nipped at his face, her hands tangling into his hair. “I thought I’d lost you.”

“You gave up everything for me.”

“Well, that’s because you’re the most important thing in my life.”

He squeezed her tightly and flashed onto the bed with her still in his arms. Somehow, some way, he would find a way to restore her powers. Maybe putting her back inside the cage and commanding her to regain them would work. If not…“I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

Grinning, she wound her legs around his waist. “That was always my plan. Now, catch me up on what’s been happening.”

He, too, grinned. Never, in all of his life, had he been so happy. He told her what he knew about his friends. “William escaped the mountain and has healed. He followed us here and wants his book. I have not allowed him inside the fortress, but he calls me every day.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Oh, I’ll give him the book, as promised. Later. I might rip out a few pages first, but accidents happen.”

“He has apologized countless times and his sorrow seems genuine. Mostly, I just want him gone, and he won’t leave until he speaks with you.”

“Later. Right now, you’re going to make love to me.”

Lucien’s grin widened as he slowly stripped her, savoring the sight of her luscious curves and creamy skin. “You’re going to wed me, yes?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Good. I know the perfect spot for our honeymoon.”

“The paradise where you almost died?” Her hands worked desperately at his clothing.

“No. Paradise is right here.” He slid two fingers deep inside her.

Moaning, she arched her hips into him. “Then where?”

“There are three more artifacts to find. Most of the warriors are out searching for them. Except for Reyes, who went in search of Aeron and Danika.” In and out he pumped. “Are you up for another treasure hunt?”

“Always.” She rolled him over and impaled herself on his shaft. Both of them groaned at the heady pleasure. “But I’ve already found the only treasure I’ll ever need. And speaking of treasures, what are we going to do with the cage?”

“Keep it. Now that you remember me, there are a few things I’d like to do to you inside it.”

“Mmm, me like. And maybe later we can try and help my dad regain his memory. He and my mom deserve a little happiness after all they’ve endured.”

“A noble idea.”

“Enough talking. I believe you had some plans for me….”

He was grinning happily as he worked them both over the edge.