Curvy for Him: The Princess and the Pirate by Winters Annabelle

Author:Winters, Annabelle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rainshine
Published: 2019-08-20T16:00:00+00:00

7

DAARI

It seems like I’ve been underwater forever, and when I’m pulled up I scream like a newborn babe who’s just popped out from the womb, wet and glistening, my lungs filling with air for the first time.

It takes a minute for me to understand where I am, and when I finally blink the seawater from my eyes I gasp at the sight of Desh holding me close, his lip bleeding bright red, his face covered in the saltwater I just spat all over him, his eyes focused on me like nothing else matters, like nothing else exists, just him and me.

I blink again as I try to remember how I got here on this beach. Last I remember I was talking to my attendants and bodyguards, calming them down, assuring them that none of us were in danger, that we were going to stay hidden until we got some clarity. These were my personal attendants, and none of them ever interacted with my stepmother over the years. So they agreed and headed back to the ship at my orders, taking the dinghy back to where we’d dropped anchor a few hundred yards off the beach. I’d watched them head back, and then everything went black. Another panic attack? It had to be, even though I haven’t had them for years. Not since . . . since . . . since . . .

I almost black out again as I feel splinters of memories try to push into my consciousness like shards of glass, and I gasp as I struggle in Desh’s strong arms. I don’t know what those memories are, but I can feel their emotional gravity weighing down on me, squeezing me, crushing me to death.

I must be dead, I think as I fight back memories that feel so dark I wonder if the sun just disappeared. I still can’t see those memories, but I feel them digging into me like claws, deeper, harder, tearing me up from the inside, ripping me apart from within, splitting me down the middle as I struggle and scream and then just give up, deciding that maybe I’m not strong enough, that if I’m not already dead then I want to die.

But then Desh kisses me, and I feel a spark of light blaze through me, pushing away the darkness of those hidden memories like the sun blasting through storm clouds, a lighthouse shining through the rain. Suddenly I don’t want to die, and my eyes flick open and then shut tight as Desh’s warm lips smother mine, his big hands pull me into him, his large body holds me close like I’m his, really his, his in a way I’ve never been anyone’s, never wanted to be anyone’s.

“You’re mine, Daari,” he whispers as he breaks from the kiss and pulls back my wet hair, cupping my face in his hands and then leaning in for another kiss that tastes sweet and salty, tangy and tart, the clean seawater mixing with his blood

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