His curse was soft, reverent. “Oh, my sweet Asha. I love you too. I want you with me, by my side. Starting right now.”
He kissed her, an unhurried joining of their mouths that made her legs weak beneath her. Devotion filled his gaze when he drew back a moment later. His large hands trembled when they came up to cradle her face with utmost tender care.
“You belong to me now,” he murmured. “You are more priceless than any treasure Ebarron will ever own.”
Elation filled her, flooding every cell in her being. “I’m yours, Sorin. And you are mine. Forever.”
He claimed her mouth again, long and slow and deep.
His kiss tasted of passion and tenderness…and the promise of a future she couldn’t wait to begin with him.
*
BOUNDLESS: HOUSE OF DROHAS ~ by Donna Grant
Masters of Seduction (Book 6)
As Master of the House of Drohas, Javan has a personal stake in his family's art business. The enigmatic Incubus has never embraced that duty more than when a beautiful and talented new artist catches his eye. The Drohas name and influence can help Naomi's career, but she's interested in Javan for a different reason. Believing him to be her sister's killer, Naomi soon finds herself fighting an all-consuming desire for the dangerous man, and thrust into a world she never dreamed existed-a world of angels and demons, poised at the brink of a brewing war.
CHAPTER ONE
Javan Drohas was scrolling on his iPad through pictures of artwork he was considering purchasing for one of his galleries when a file folder sailed across his desk and slid to a stop in front of him.
He lifted his gaze to his Watchman, Elijah. Elijah stood tall with one hand in the pants pocket of his black suit. His crisp white shirt was accented with a crimson and black tie.
Elijah carried the coloring of his ancestors with his mocha skin and inky black hair that tended to curl. He kept his hair short and neat, but it didn’t matter whether he was in a tux or jeans—nothing could hide the warrior that he was.
Elijah’s unusual teal gaze watched Javan with amused interest. His expression told Javan he was going to have to listen to whatever Elijah said if he wanted to get back to work anytime soon.
“What is this?” Javan asked as he looked askance at the file.
One side of Elijah’s lips lifted in a grin. “I found the perfect artist to use at this year’s exhibit. We had an empty spot to fill.”
“It’s a bit late to be adding anyone since the exhibit is in three days.” But Javan was intrigued enough to open the file.
His family had been art dealers for generations. They had discovered some of the best artists to ever come out of Australia, and each year their annual exhibit of the Drohas Foundation brought in the wealthiest people from all over the world to look at the latest talent.
Javan studied the first picture. The photographer had an amazing eye. The female model was pretty without being gorgeous, but it was the fractures of light that blurred the model in places, and the pose, that really caught his eye.
The photographer didn’t focus on the model’s face, but her body. The fluid lines of the model who kept her back to the camera in a deep squat, and her long skirt billowing around her with her arms wide and her head thrown back, was captivating.
“I know,” Elijah said.
“The photographer is extraordinary,” Javan said as he moved on to the next picture. “How have we not heard of him before?”
“Her,” Elijah corrected.
Javan shrugged, mesmerized by the photos. “Has she agreed to be in the exhibit?”
“She’s the one who came to us.”
Javan set down the photos, concern making him pause. “So late? Why didn’t she submit her work a year ago as everyone else did?”
“You can ask her yourself.”
“She’s here?”
Elijah turned to the side. “She’s downstairs.”
Javan glanced at his watch. He had a meeting in ten minutes, and the rest of his day was just as full. There was no time to spare talking to the photographer. “She’s talented.”
“That she is. If she hadn’t come so late, we would’ve had her in the exhibit. She deserves to be there. She’s done a lot on her own, but you know being in the exhibit could propel her career.”
“She’ll get there on her own,” Javan mused as he looked at the photos again. “She’s that good. However, I also like the idea of being able to claim we found another talented artist. Add her in.”
Elijah gave a nod. “I’ll let her know. Do you still intend to go to the meeting?”
“Yes.”
The meeting. It grated on Javan’s nerves that Marakel had once more leveled claims on the House of Drohas that Javan and his men were trying to dethrone him.
Javan wanted nothing more. Everyone knew it was time for the Sovereign to step down from the Obsidian Throne. His phase was up, and since he had no heirs, the right to rule passed to another House.