MIA
As the door closed behind us with a thud, my heart jumped at the sound. It wasn’t the first time that I’d be alone in a room with him and very soon, naked, I presumed. But this moment was different—far different than all the previous occasions combined.
Now, I was his wife and he was my knight, my protector, my lover...my husband.
From this moment onwards, I wore his ring on my finger, his whiff on my skin and his love was branded in my heart like he owned me.
Turning around, when our eyes met, a flicker of lust sparked. The hungry primal need glowering brightly in his eyes was unmistakable. Viktor’s slowly eyes skated down my pristine wedding gown and up again.
“You like your wedding dress?” he asked, his tone impassive.
What kind of question was that?
“Yes, it’s...it’s beautif
