GABRIELLE’ S POV
I let out an embarrassing moan.
Damon placed his other hand on the wall beside me.
“See how your body never lies?” Then he leaned even closer, his breath warm in my upper lip. “You’re staying with me because you’re my wife and because I chose you, Gabrielle.”
I lost my voice for a few seconds, unable to tear my gaze away from his.
He pulled back slightly and even though it was weak, I finally found my voice. “You chose a contract.”
“I chose you,” he repeated, slower this time. “The contract was the condition, not the reason I married you.”
My throat burned. “Then why does it feel like I can be replaced?”
“You can’t,” he said flatly.
“Selene—”
“Is not you,” he cut in. “And she never will be.”
I searched his face for something warmer and something reassuring, b
