Finally, the day subsided as Zane led his wife to their room. Exhaustion weighed heavily on him, yet the sight of Aria, radiant and delicate, was both a torment and a delight. Throughout the day, he found it impossible to divert his gaze from her, unable to shake the possessiveness that gripped him whenever other men looked at her with hunger.
With a firm grip on her shoulders, he turned his shy wife to face him, her eyes refusing to meet his intense gaze. Tenderly, he lifted her chin, compelling her to look at him.
“You are mine now.” His voice, a low rumble, vibrated through her chest as he captured her lower lip between his teeth, tugging gently. A sharp intake of breath escaped her. His grip tightened around her waist, drawing her so close she felt the frantic beat of his heart agai
