Frankie rips her mouth from mine, and her eyes narrow. “You fucked her!”
Guilty, I look away. I wish I could take it back, but I can’t.
“Get off me!” She shoves at my chest, and I pin her free hand above her head.
“I’ll do anything you ask but that.”
“How could you?”
“You left me, Frankie.” I sigh, meeting her eyes again. “I was drunk and fucking destroyed, and I made a mistake.”
“So you jump into bed with the first whore who drops her panties?”
I drop my head against her shoulder. “I fucked up, baby. It won’t ever happen again.”
“How do I know the next time we have a fight, you won’t find someone else again?”
I hear the fear beneath the anger, and I lift my head to look at her. “Because you’re it for me. There’s no one else. There will never be anyone else.”
“I can’t trust you.”
“Yes, you can.” I release her hand and cup her face. “I love you, Frankie. It won’t fucking happen ever again. I swear on my life.”
Her eyes search mine, looking for a lie, but she won’t find one. I’ll never hurt her again.
“If you ever lie to me again,” she says, her voice shaking, “I’ll leave Odin and never come back.”
“I won’t. I promise, I won’t lie to you ever again.”
I can tell the second her decision to stay is made. The tension in her body eases, and she reaches up, pulling my face down to hers.
I kiss her again, pouring everything I have into it. This woman owns me, body and soul, and I need her to know it.
Her free hand slides under my shirt, her nails scraping across my abs, and I groan into her mouth.
Breaking the kiss, I pull the key out of my pocket and unlock the handcuff, freeing her wrist. She rubs at the red mark left behind, and guilt floods through me.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, pressing kisses to the irritated skin.
“Shut up and kiss me,” she demands, pulling me back down.
I obey, claiming her mouth again as my hands roam over her body. I need to feel her, need to know she’s real and here and mine.
Frankie arches into my touch, her hands fisting in my hair as I trail kisses down her neck. I bite down on the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder, and she gasps.
“You better never leave me again,” I growl against her skin.
“I won’t,” she breathes.
I pull back, stripping her shirt over her head and tossing it aside. Her bra follows, and I palm her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples.
“Bane,” she whimpers.
“I’m going to make you my old lady,” I vow, lowering my head to take one nipple into my mouth. “My wife. The mother of my children. My Queen.”
She moans, her back arching off the bed.
I move to her other breast, sucking and licking until she’s writhing beneath me. My hands move to her jeans, unfastening them and shoving them down her legs along with her panties.
