Page 82 of Princess Redeemed

“Yes?”I brush my fingers over the tender skin.I feel his pulse against my fingertips, steady yet frantic.It matches my own.

He pulls me closer until our bodies are pressed together.I let out a sigh, leaning into him as our hearts beat in sync.

“I need you too,” I whisper before pressing my lips to his.

He tightens his grip around me as he deepens the kiss.I tangle my hands in his hair, pulling him closer and losing myself in the overpowering taste of him—the wildness, the need, the sheer ache.

Every moment with Rogan is an intoxicating mix of danger and desire.The taste of his blood still lingers on my tongue, a potent reminder of his power over me.I pull back slightly and search his gaze.

“Let me help you with your wound,” I say again.“You know I’m qualified, and for once, I have the necessary items since we’re here at my place.”

“Princess,” he murmurs, “you’ve already healed me.”

My touch.

He once told me that my touch healed him better than anything else.

His words send shivers down my spine, and when I look closer at the wound, I see he’s right.It’s healing.Already it looks less severe than it did only moments earlier.

“I said I need you, princess,” he growls.“And I believe I said ‘now.’”

I push him gently onto my couch and straddle his waist.

I lean down and brush my lips against the raw wound, grazing my teeth lightly over the torn flesh.

Ah… The remnants of blood, that magic nectar.His pulse quickens under my touch.

“Princess,” he whispers hoarsely, gripping my waist.“You’re playing with fire.”

“And you’re not?”I bring my gaze back to meet his.“I’ve been nothing but a blazing inferno since I met you, Rogan.”

He looks at me.Really looks at me, as if he’s gazing straight into my soul.“I’m deadly serious, Hannah.”

The words are barely a whisper against the silence.

“You’re my anchor, my light, my everything.I can’t lose you.Iwon’tlose you.”

“So you’ve chosen me over Eris?”I ask.

“Isn’t it obvious?I don’t love her, princess.I loveyou.I love our child.”

“But she’s your?—”

“My mate, yes.And the pull is strong.It’s nature guiding me to her.But I’ve found something stronger than nature, Hannah.”

I swallow as I trail my finger over his full lower lip.“And what is that, Rogan?”

“Love.Love is stronger than nature.My body wanted Eris, Hannah.I can’t even describe the pull.My cock was hard, and?—”

I place my fingers over his lips.“Please, Rogan.I don’t want to hear how much your cock wanted her.”

“But how else will you understand?”His eyes are full of torment.“The pull.The urge.But I knew, Hannah.I knew if I gave in, you and I would be over forever.And I couldn’t face that.I can’t lose you.I just can’t.Iwon’tlose you.”

“We won’t lose each other,” I reply with a conviction that surprises even me.“Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“Promise me,” he says.“Promise me that we won’t lose each other.”

“I promise,” I reply without hesitation.