Chapter Eighteen
Ren opened the door to his room and led Lia in. Without releasing his hold on her hand, he dismissed his valet. He brought her into his arms again and kissed her. God help him, he wanted her with such a fierce hunger it frightened him. He’d never felt this before. When he’d discovered Margaret’s infidelity with Thomas, the pain he felt was from the betrayal of a man he thought of as a friend. It had little to do with the betrayal of the woman he was about to marry. Maybe that was because he didn’t love Margaret.
Did he love Lia? Was that the difference? He wasn’t sure yet, but he’d never felt so possessive, never wanted any woman the way he wanted her. He felt an obsessive desire to keep her safe and always at his side.
The need to become a part of her, and to have her
