The city buzzed with noise as Kaelion held the car door open, his hand pressing gently but firmly at the small of Jenna’s back. His touch wasn’t demanding the way it had been so often before, it was protective, careful, as though she were something delicate he refused to risk breaking. That contrast alone unsettled her more than any dominance ever had.
“Today,” he murmured, his lips brushing close enough to her ear that her breath caught, “you are mine to spoil.”
Her lips parted, a half-scoff escaping before she could cage it. “You already do that without trying.”
His mouth curved into a smile that was dangerous and boyish all at once, the kind of smile that showed defenses. “Not nearly enough.”
The Rolls-Royce glided to a stop in front of a towering boutique where chandeliers glittere
