Chapter 447: Guns Don’t Kill Demons
Pride/Dante... I don’t know who was in control at the moment... silently stroked my cheek as he stared into my eyes. "Go get Ronan," he murmured softly, even as his thumb drifted over my lower lip. "I know for a fact that he is always up for a nap. Plus, the others might need to be saved from him."
Cocking my head to the side, I looked back into his pitch black eyes. While his voice might be soft and caring, there was a certain hardness about him that made me worried. Not much got to Pride, so whatever was going on in this room was pissing my poor demon off.
"Are you sure?" I offered my eyes, never leaving him. We were in a room full of enemies that had all tried to take us out in the past. And while Bishop was currently on our side, that was simply because we could offer him what the others couldn’t.
And truth be told, I had no idea how long Bishop would stay on our side once his shit list had been taken care of. "I can take everyone out, and then you don’t have to worry."
"With you close to me, I never have to worry about anything," assured Pride. His face was still impassive, but I could see a flickering flame deep inside his eyes sparking to life as he stared at his thumb on my lower lip. "But I have some unfinished business."
Leaning forward, I kissed him boldly on the lips, taking my time to taste his flavor like we were the only two people in the world. "Then I’ll leave you to it," I agreed as I pulled away. However, Pride didn’t seem to like that.
Grabbing the back of my head, he pulled me into him even as he took over the kiss. While mine had been slow and teasing, his was nothing of the kind. His lips devoured mine like he was trying to merge our two bodies into one.
"You’re playing with fire," he growled softly as he pulled back. "You need to be careful."
"That’s Désiré," I teased him with a half smile. "I figured with you I was playing with lightning."