Page 73 of Princessa
“Bella,” he whispered, his knuckles grazing the side of my face; the touch was subtle yet strong enough to awaken my sleeping heart. “I’ve been racking my brain over the fact that none of this would have happened had I just sent Iris away, slammed the door in her face the day she showed up at my suite.” His jaw ticked. “Being angry at you was easier than placing the blame on myself. I can’t fault you for doing what you felt was right. But, baby, please know, there isnothingin this world that would make me choose my crown over you. Without you, my life is nothing.”
Our lips met in a ravenous kiss that was needier than our others, full of fire, passion, and pent-up emotions. Being back in his arms, our mouths reuniting, lips on fire, made me feel enraptured, as if he were breathing life into me all over again.
The butterflies that fell dormant during our separation, awakened, fluttering about, likely giving each other a round of high-fives. And my heart, well, it soared, floating around in my chest, resuming its normal, out-of-control succession of beats whenever Prince Grayson was near.
“You’re wearing my T-shirt,” he said, his mouth not leaving mine.
“Mmm-hmm,” was about all I could manage, my fingers pulling on his hair, desire building up.
“It has to come off. I hear make-up sex can get a little intense.” Lifting me up, Grayson carried me into my bedroom. “Bella, I’ve missed you so fucking much—love you like no other. If you ever leave me again—”
“Never.” My fingers hushed his lips. “Because you, Prince Grayson, are myOnce Upon A Timelove, the man who’s given me my very own swoon-worthy fairy tale.”
