Dalian could count the number of times that Mia had been like this on one hand, but the rarity of this side of her made it even more perfect when she was like this.It was like a reward to him.“Tell me how perfect I am, Dalian.”Oh, he could go on for days if needed.“So perfect,” he rasped, his dick once again hard and pointing at him, messing his stomach with precum. His eyes roamed over her—every curve, every shimmer of jewelry, the hunger in her gaze. “You can’t even begin to imagine the depth of what you make me feel. And words are not enough to define how perfect you are. But I’ll try my best, my lady.”She smiled sweetly, and Dalian took it like it was a reward. So he wanted to earn more.“You’re the kind of perfect that ruins a man.”She hooked her fingers into her panties and slowly dragged them down, her eyes never leaving his. She stepped out of them and stood naked in front of him, her skin flushed, and her nipples so wonderfully hard and pink. He wanted to lick them, rav
There was nothing rushed about the kiss. It was slow, gentle, and sweet, but for a reason Mia couldn’t decipher, it was also painful.Dalian’s tongue slowly entered her mouth, but he didn’t suck her tongue like he normally did. His tongue just swept across her mouth, tasting, as if it were searching.She opened for him, her arms around his neck. One of his knees was resting on the bed, while his other foot was on the ground. He leaned over her and pushed her gently so her back rested on the bed.His hand stroked the back of her neck slowly as he continued to kiss her deeply and slowly. When they needed to breathe, he broke the kiss and bit her lower lip gently.He released a breath as he rested his forehead on hers, his eyes staring into hers.“Mia,” he breathed, his voice barely audible.She reached out and pushed a strand of hair back. “Hmm?”He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering. “Mia.”Her knuckles brushed against his cheekbone softly. “I’m here.”His lips moved to her eyebro
How had Mia really thought she could stay away from Dalian? Why had she even considered such a thing? She had felt so confident when deciding to leave him—so sure—but now she realized what a terrible decision that had been.As soon as their eyes met when she found him in the ballroom, she came alive again. Then she was in his arms, and everything felt right again, and she couldn’t imagine life without him.And then he began speaking—asking her to unbreak his heart, pleading with her. The pain in his eyes went straight to her heart and almost brought her to her knees.“I love you,” she whispered as she held his face in her hands. “So much. I love you so, so much, Dalian. I hear the whispers of your heart. I understand them. I hope you understand mine.”He turned his face into her palm and rubbed against it, his eyes turning glassy. “The words of your heart were the first I understood before the words of your lips.”He leaned down and kissed her—softly, slowly—pouring his soul and love
Dalian’s heart was a mess in his chest, yet he felt alive again—like life had been breathed into him. She shone like a beacon, pulling him into her light, but his feet didn’t move, and all he could do was stare at her. She wore the gown Darius had sent her—which was also black since that was tonight’s theme. The gown was long and flowed down to the ground, covering her feet. It hugged her body like a second skin, showcasing her curves and highlighting her figure. The gown was sleeveless, so her arms were in view, her sharp collarbone enticing him. Her hair was still the same, but she had designed it with jewels, making her look like a siren. He would follow her to the depths of the sea before she even sang to him. She glanced around, clearly nervous. There were eyes on her, but she didn’t even look their way. She just kept searching. Dalian’s heart panged when he figured she was looking for him. He didn’t go to her and just continued looking at her from where he was. He felt eyes
The words faded until the wall was blank. It didn’t even look like anything had ever been written—no stain of lipstick, no trace of magic.Bianca cursed—harsh and filthy—and Mia stared at her. For someone who looked so sweet and calm, she sure knew how to swear like a sailor.“I’m sorry,” Bianca said once she calmed down, running a hand down her face. “Nyx is powerful. Not only has she sealed our tongues, but we can’t even write about it. I’m sorry, Mia, but you’re all on your own. You have to figure it out.” She walked over and held Mia by the shoulders, her calm expression gone. “And fast. There’s not much time left.”The more she spoke, the more anxious Mia became. What was going on? What did she need to figure out? Like Bianca had said… she needed Dalian. Maybe together, they could figure it out—hopefully.“Do you mind if I lie down for a bit?” Bianca asked softly, yawning as she let go of Mia and shuffled toward the bed.“Sure,” Mia replied, but Bianca was already collapsing onto
“There are mates in this supernatural world,” Bianca began, her eyes burning into Mia’s, her hand tight in hers. “And there are soulmates. For some, they find their soulmates in their mates, but for some, they find their soulmates in other people.”Mia already knew where this was going, but she didn't want Bianca to stop talking. She was hung up on her words, trying to find out if what she did was the first thing or if she was breaking his heart for nothing. “Like I said earlier, love is what makes life bearable,” Bianca continued. “Be it passionate love, platonic love, or familial love, we need it. Humans or supernatural beings like ourselves need love. We crave it. Need it. It makes life worth living.”She released her hand only to interlock their fingers. She didn't want to release her as if she knew her touch was keeping Mia grounded. “I’ve seen the way Dalian looks at you, Mia.” Her chest tightened at the mention of his name. She squeezed Bianca’s hand, and she squeezed back, o