A few hours ago, I thought I might have to spend the rest of my life without him.
But we overcame that challenge together. He leaned on me and accepted my help.
He’s so much stronger than I will ever be, but my dark god respects and reveres me. In his restraining arms, I’m more powerful than I’ve ever been.
When I’m panting against his mouth, he finally breaks our kiss with a cruel smirk.
“Don’t worry, little dove. I will fuck you senseless soon enough. Indulge me for a few more hours, and then I’ll make you come so hard that you’ll pass out from pleasure.”
I huff, not bothering to hide my pout. “Hours? Why can’t we go back to the penthouse now?”
He chuckles. “We have some shopping to do first.”
I lick my lips with open desire. “I don’t need to buy anything. All I need is you inside me.”
His nostrils flare. “Now you’re being a tease intentionally, naughty pet. Don’t make me punish you later. I’d much rather give you orgasms.”
My inner muscles contract with a pulse of lust, and my fingers curve into his broad shoulders. “If it means feeling your cock filling me up, I’ll gladly take any punishment.”
His low hum of consideration is downright predatory.
“It seems I’ll have to behave for both of us,” he rumbles. “I do love your desperation, but we’ll work on your self-control later, greedy little thing.”
I shiver and melt into him, my body ready for his sweet torment.
But he has other ideas. He laces his fingers through mine and urges me to follow him out of the garden. Within minutes, we’re walking down one of my favorite medieval streets that has a view of the Minster at the end. My steps quicken in anticipation of another visit to the imposing cathedral, but, again, Dane tugs me in a different direction.
He stops at a shop with a green frontage and large windows that display a glittering array of antique jewelry.
“See anything you like?” He gestures at a ring with a massive, pale-yellow gemstone bracketed by two round cut white stones. “What about that one? It reminds me of your sunny smile.”
I gawk at the price tag. “Dane! Those arediamonds.”
He quirks a brow at me. “Aren’t engagement rings usually diamond? Do you prefer something different?”
My jaw drops, and he grins. He’s so beautiful when he smiles like this—like a wickedly amused fallen angel.
“So…” I suck in a breath. “This is your proposal?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Hardly. I thought you’d like to select your ring. You’ll be wearing it for the rest of your life.”
The last is deeper, darker. Almost a threat.
I lean into him and brush a kiss over his stubbled cheek in reassurance. “Then I’d better pick out a good one.”
His smile is dazzling, sharper and brighter than the diamonds that wink at us through the shop window. Looking up into his deep green eyes, I know exactly what gemstone I want to wear to declare our bond.
“I’d like an emerald.”
His smile turns almost smug, but I don’t mind his arrogant satisfaction one bit. After everything his family has put him through, he needs my love, and a symbol of my devotion will provide him with a sense of security he’s never had before.
I’m going to be his family now. His wife.
And he’ll be my family too.
He doesn’t break our intense connection, holding me in his steady green stare as he presses the bell beside the shop door. It buzzes, and the lock clicks back to permit us entry.
Within minutes, I have a glass of champagne in my right hand, and I hold out my left to try on a small, princess cut emerald set in yellow gold.
