worldly, beautiful figure of the man I chose to marry. The man that, when he lifted his head to look at m

second skin. His tie was loosened, his hair slightly disheveled in that way that made him look devastating

soft but firm, his presence overwhelming as he stepped closer, lifting my chin so I was forced to look into those

on, and that old familiar fear. I closed my eyes for a brief second, wi

on my forehead, one that lingered longer than it should have. « You are. Remember, you knew I wasn't made for marriage, swe

en to what was coming out of his mouth? Why did the way he l

ispered, voice trembling. « Why

e searched my eyes for an answer. I yanked my face away from his touch,

ng to hide the lump growing painfully in my throat. My

I desperately hoped was sorrow. His mouth opened, closed, then op

ed, stepping toward me with desperation in his movements. « I can tell Luxe

light, reverent kisses along each of my fing

night, » he murmured, voice low, reverent alm

s. His hands found the center of my silk robe, fingers playing with the tie. He bit his lip, that

y as if memorizing every inch. His hands slid around my waist, drawing me flush against him. I cou

spered before leaning down and capturing my lips in

was too strong, too deeply ingrained. I was addicted - addicted to the wa

ung on by a thread, but my addiction to the thought of his love had me locked

utiful, mine forever, » he whispered in

ding us into a waltz only we knew the steps to. Every step he took, I inst

d slow, deliberate kisses from my cheeks down to my neck. He found my swee

it somewhere behind him without ever breaking our kiss. His bare ch

t silk sheets, propping myself up on my elbows as he stood over

e. He placed delicate kisses along my legs, his lips whispering prom

side, exposing me. My head fell back as I felt the long, slow swi

edge only to pull back. He did it now, pulling away with a wicke

eing himself. His movements were quick, driven by the same desp

A sharp gasp tore from my lips as he set a relentless

per, pulling soft whimpers from my throat. He captured my mouth in another searing

soul. Because no matter how much he broke me, no matter how much

, my cure, my be

mber one, beautifu