“I love you,” I whisper, the words falling from my lips before I can stop them.
His entire body goes still beneath me. For a moment, I think I’ve made a terrible mistake—I’ve revealed too much, too soon.
Slowly, his eyes close, and when they open again, they’re blazing with a passion that steals my breath.
“Say it again.”
“I love you.” The words are easier this time, stronger. “Prince Lucian, Crown Prince, future King—I don’t care what titles you carry. I love you.”
He surges up, capturing my mouth in a kiss that’s devastating in its intensity. When we come up for air, we’re both shaking.
“I love you, too,” he breathes against my lips. “More than my crown, more than my kingdom. More than my own life.”
And finally, finally, the last of my anger melts away. Because whatever else he is
