“You’re mine now,” I growl against her lips. “Let me show you what that means.”
She nods.
And I push inside her in one slow, perfect thrust.
No condom. Nothing between us now.
And it feels like coming home.
For a prince without a country, that is saying something. But maybe I don’t need one.
Maybe I just need her.
Her body grips me so tight, so warm, it feels like she was made just for me. I still, shaking with the effort it takes not to lose it right there.
Her eyes fill with tears—not sadness, something else. Something that wrecks me.
“I’ve got you. Se echo, agapi mou,” I whisper, calling her my love in Greek. “Every second of tonight belongs to you.”
I move slow at first, letting us both feel every inch, every drag, every snap of heat between us.
But it builds. The emotion. The need.
She wraps her legs around me. Clutches at my back. Whimpers into my mouth as I thrust deeper, faster, harder.
I give her everything.
My obsession.
My desperation.
My heart, even if I don’t know how to say the words in English just yet.
Her back arches. She screams my name. Her pussy clamps down on my cock. And I spill inside her with a groan that sounds like her name.
Like a promise.
Like a man who’s finally found the one thing he didn’t know he needed.
And when she trembles in my arms afterward, when her lashes flutter closed and her breathing evens out, I don’t let go.
I can’t.
Because I know now—without question.
I’m not just hers tonight.
I’m hers always.
I am so in love with this woman, and that’s enough to scare a man like me half to death.
Because now I have something to lose.
Chapter Twenty-Two-Cecilia
Something’s changed.
I don’t know if I’m imagining it.
