Fucking sacred.
“Nathan?”she whispers, breath catching as I face her.
Christ.
She’s so beautiful it aches.
Her ivory dress is hugging her curves.
Her lips are still pink from my kiss.
Her velvet brown eyes are warm and wide and shining in the soft golden light of the suite.
I take her in.
All of her.
Every inch.
And for the first time in sixteen goddamn years, I feel alive.
“Tell me you want this, Ad,” I say, stepping closer.My voice is rough, thick with truth I can’t hide.“Or tell me to stop.Because the second I get my hands on you, there’s no turning back.”
She looks at me.
Bold.
Unflinching.
Strong in ways she doesn’t even realize.
And she has no idea that my entire fucking life is hanging in the balance—waiting for her answer.
Then I see it.
The shift.
The decision.
That spark of certainty that belongs only to her.
“I want this, Nathan,” she breathes.“I want you.”
Something in my chest breaks open—raw, bright, unstoppable.
I cup her face in my hands, pulling her toward me like she’s oxygen and I’m drowning.
I crush my mouth to hers.
“Thank fuck,” I growl against her lips.
The kiss is fire.
It’s lust.
Need.
So many nights wasted, frustrated, with me just longing for the one woman I was stupid enough to lose.
