Grayson gasped softly against her mouth, his breath catching in his throat as her sweet kiss washed over him. His hands instinctively moved to cradle the back of her waist, pressing her close to his heart. The gentle, lingering kiss was full of warmth, quiet promises, and an endless devotion that needed no grand words to be understood.
When she finally pulled back, her cheeks were glowing with a soft pink blush. Grayson stared down at her, his dark lashes fluttering, his blue eyes shimmering like a sunlit sea. For a brief second, the terrifying, ancient demon looked utterly spellbound, completely at the mercy of a human woman's smile.
Then, he blinked, shook his head, and quickly cleared his throat, trying to regain his royal composure.
