Page 162 of The Defiant Curse

It was a very important vow.

Because she needed it.

“I need you, Ethan,” she admitted. “I need someone to hold up the weight for a while. I’m tired.”

And there it was.

“All you had to do was ask, or more importantly, I should have seen it and handled it for you. I’m sorry I’ve not been there for you. I’m here for you now.”

As she touched his face, he turned his head to leave a kiss on the inside of her palm, sealing that vow to her.

He’d do better.

Because if she wasn’t able to hold up, they’d make sure she didn’t feel alone, like they had abandoned her.

Because he wanted his wife, he began pulling off his things, and she did the same thing.

It was fast.

Frenetic.

Full of heat.

That wildness told the tale. They needed to come back to the center where they’d once flourished.

Ethan needed his woman.

“My wife,” he whispered as that need for her took over. It overcame him, making him forget everything but her. She was so important and always would be.

Forever.

When they were both naked, he scooped her back up and laid with her on the blanket. All around them, the flowers surrounded the little space, making them feel lost in a field of flowers.

From her back, Ethan’s wife stared into his eyes.

“I didn’t think anyone would come for me,” she whispered as he stared down at her.

That broke his heart.

How could she think they’d let her do this alone? They broke her, and he’d fix her.

“I’ll always come for you. That’s my promise, Elizabeth. I swear.”

It was clear that she needed to hear that.

The scent of his wife overwhelmed him, and all Ethan wanted was to get lost in her.

In her eyes.

In her love.

In her body.

He left kisses across her flesh, and the whole time, Ethan was focused on one thing.

Loving Elizabeth.

“I never want to forget this moment,” he said, enjoying the taste of her flesh.