.Chapter 38-2
My eyes filled with tears at the thought of his mother, the woman who’d died because of a curse meant to hurt him. The woman whose ring was now being offered to me with such love and hope.
“Simone, please, do me the honor of accepting me as your husband. Would you marry me?”
“Yes,” I said, dropping to my knees in front of him as tears blurred my vision. “Yes, yes, yes. I love you so much, mate.” I couldn’t help the wicked smile that crossed my face as I added, “Husband.”
“I love you so fucking much, wife,” he said, his voice breaking with emotion.
He slipped the ring onto my finger and it fit perfectly, just as it had before, and then his mouth was on mine, kissing me with relief and overwhelming love. The taste of him, the feel of his hands in my hair, the way he held me as if I might disappear if he let go… it was everything I’d been craving for
months.
Without breaking the kiss, he stood and lifted me into his arms, carrying me toward the hidden door he’d shown me earlier. The room beyond was larger than the nursery, with another set of windows and a massive bed that dominated the space.
“Our room,” he said against my lips as he set me down gently.
“Our room,” I agreed, pulling him down for another kiss.
His hands roamed my body with reverent, careful touches, as if he still couldn’t quite believe I was real and here and his. When his fingers found the hem of my dress, he paused.
“Are you sure? Your wound…” His voice was a low rasp thick with hesitation, a hand gently trailing just below the bandage on my ribs.
“I’m fine.” I tugged at the hem of his shirt, needing him closer. “I need you, Kane. I need my
husband.”
That word did something to him. His whole body stilled for a second like it had punched the breath out of his lungs. Then the tension snapped, and he kissed me like he was starved for it. His mouth. claimed mine slow and deep, not frantic, but full of a feeling so, so much heavier.
I whimpered into the kiss as he eased me backward onto the bed, his hands slow but insistent, gliding over my body like he needed to memorize it all over again.
“You don’t know what it does to me,” he murmured, lips dragging along the line of my jaw as his body settled carefully against mine, weight braced so he wouldn’t press on my side. “Hearing you say that. My husband. That’s never going to get old.”
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