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Her frown deepens. "You think he’ll come around, after how you publicly humiliated him?"
"My asking you to marry me had nothing to do with him."
“I rest my case.” She rolls her eyes.
"It’s not ideal, but it is what it is. You can’t deny that from the moment you saw me, you wanted me.”
She opens her mouth, then shuts it. The guilt on her face confirms what I already knew. “You sense the connection between us. You felt the physical impact when our gazes first met. You knew... It was wrong to continue up that aisle?—”
“But I did.”
“And here we are.” I flatten my hand palm-up on the table between us. She stares at it but makes no move to take it. Trust. She doesn’t trust me yet, but she will. I am going to win her over. I am going to marry her. I am going to make her my wife. “You are the woman I’ve been looking for my entire life.”
Her features soften. “How can you be so sure?”
“Place your hand in mine,” I order.
She instantly slips her hand in mine. When our skin touches, a flurry of heat zips up my arm from her touch. As for her? Goosebumps dot her skin. Her lips part. She tries to pull away, but I close my much bigger fingers about hers.
“Look at me, Raven,” I say softly, but with a slight edge of steel.
She raises her gaze to mine, and whatever she sees on my features has her blushing a deep red. She swallows, then lowers her eyes, as if she’s unable to hold my gaze any longer. Her breathing is ragged. I know she’s turned on. I know, if I asked her to get on her knees and open her mouth so I could use it for my pleasure, she’d do it.
Her downcast eyes indicate she's a natural sub, and the way she hurries to obey me confirms my theory. I can teach her. I can please her. I can control her orgasms. I can take her to the edge over and over again, so when she climaxes, it will be the kind of pleasure she’ll never know again with anyone else. I know... Exactly what it will take to have her screaming my name. Mine.
I am not letting her go. I’ll do everything in my power to bind her to me. Fuck the age gap. Fuck the forbidden nature of our relationship. I need her. I want her. I’ll do anything to have her. And Felix? Fuck!
I have to convince him she was never his. The evidence is in the elevated pulse of her wrist, the blush which stretches to her décolletage, the hard nubs of her nipples outlined against the material of her wedding gown, the way she keeps her gaze steadfastly lowered and her shoulders erect. The fluttering of her eyelashes as she anticipates my next command.
I can take her to the edge. But first, she needs to know that I am going to take care of her.
7
Vivian
When I raise my gaze to his, his blue eyes smolder. His jaw is set. There’s frustration on his features but also, resolution.
He releases my hand, and I miss his warmth at once. A shiver zips up my spine. I wrap my arms about myself and rub my lace-covered arms.
His gaze narrows. "Are you cold?"
I begin to shake my head, then stop when he stalks out of the kitchen. He returns a few seconds later with a throw that he wraps about my shoulders.
"Thanks," I murmur.
Without a word, he gathers up our used plates and cutlery.
"I can help." I begin to stand, but he touches my shoulder and says, "You rest up; it’s been a long day."
I sink back into the chair and watch as he stows the utensils in the dishwasher. His movements are easy, like he’s spent enough time here to know his way around. Which shouldn’t be a surprise. After all, this is his home.
He flips on the kettle, and when the water boils, brews the tea and brings it over to me.
The scent of peppermint rises from the cup. I wrap my fingers around the warmth and allow it to percolate through my blood.
"Where did you get that?" I point to a scar above his eyebrow.
"On a mission." He firms his lips.
