~CHAPTER SEVENTY~
I’m still trembling, his hands firm on my waist, his gaze locked on my face like he’s studying every flicker of emotion. He doesn’t look away. Not once.
He leans down and kisses me slowly, deliberately, then hovers just inches from my mouth, his eyes dropping to my lips.
“We consummated our marriage,” he murmurs, voice low and satisfied. A dangerous smile curves his mouth. “Hope you’re ready to get this dose every day.”
The confidence in him is intoxicating.
My heart skips. God, he’s sexy like this—hair slightly messy, chest rising and falling, eyes dark but softened at the edges.
“Whenever and… however you want me,” I reply, breath still uneven.
Something shifts in his expression. Not dominance, but possession.
He kisses me deeply again, pulling me tight against
