Chapter Thirty-Two
Theo
Everyone moved at various speeds, chattering amongst themselves, but all I could focus on was the joy in my arms. The way her body felt in this satin gown. And her delicious neck, bare and within reach. I bent and nibbled, as lightly as I could, on the back and side. “You look divine,” I whispered against her skin. She let out a little gasp—honey to my ears—and spun in my embrace.
Then I was falling into her sable eyes again.
“I love you.” Her voice was music. Magic. Those words knitted holes.
I clasped my hands at her lower back and pulled her closer, hovering my mouth above hers. “And I love you.”
Our lips met, gentle and somehow still urgent, her hum of pleasure vibrating through me until we broke apart.
And yet . . .
Torment was still my companion. I’d l
