"Then marry me, Brynna. Be my queen."
My gaze flies to his, a startled gasp on my lips. His words so closely mirror my own thoughts, my own desires, for a minute, I think perhaps I've only imagined them. But the way he looks at me, the savage beauty painted across his face as he patiently waits for my answer…he said it. He meant it.
"W-what?" I ask anyway, needing to hear it again.
"Marry me." He brushes his nose against mine. "Be my wife, my queen. The center of my fucking world."
My answer tumbles from my lips without hesitation, without thought. "Yes, Naz. Yes."
Possession flares in his eyes, running so deep it steals my breath. His lips crash against mine, his kiss searing, branding. His control slips as he rocks into me, every thrust deep, devastating.
I wrap my legs around his waist, tilting my hips to take him deeper. Harder. I want to feel every inch of him, want him imprinted on my soul.
"That's it,mi amor," he groans, lacing our fingers together over my head, his hips snapping against mine. "Fuck me back. Take everything you need from me."
I cry out, digging my heels into his lower back as he grinds against that sensitive spot inside me. Pleasure spirals through me, coiling tighter and tighter. But I need more. I need everything he has.
"Naz," I whimper, clawing down his back. "Please…"
"I know, little one. I know." He slides a hand between our bodies, his fingers clamping around my throat. He squeezes firmly, pinning me beneath him, cutting off my air supply…pushing me closer to the edge. "Let go, Brynna. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock while you're gasping for breath, frantic for it."
His hips snap into me with punishing force, driving his cock deep as his fingers tighten around my throat.
Dark spots dance across my field of vision as my lungs scream for oxygen. The burn is exquisite, the loss of control intoxicating. I'm utterly at his mercy, my body his playground.
"So beautiful," he growls, his amber eyes feral with desire. "Surrendering to me, gasping for me, choking on your need for me."
His words wreck me, splintering me apart. I shatter, convulsing around him. He rips his hand away from my throat, allowing me to pull in a breath…and that sends me rocketing even higher, sends me streaking across the freaking sky like a comet.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me, stealing my breath, my sight, my sense of self. There's only him, only this, only us.
"Fuck, Brynna." His hips jerk once, twice, and then he's coming with a shout. Filling me with his seed, with his claim.
We stay locked together as we come down, both trembling, both gasping for breath. He rains kisses across my face, pouring his devotion, his adoration, down upon me.
"I love you so much, Naz," I breathe, cupping his face in my hands. "So damn much."
"I love you too,mi alma." He brushes his nose against mine, pulling me into his arms. "Always."
I close my eyes, listening to the wild thrum of his heartbeat beneath my ear. Reveling in the way he holds me so tightly, as if I'm something priceless, something he cherishes.
Tears prick my eyes, my bottom lip quivering. This is worth any price. He is. I'm not wrong about that. About him. I just wish my father could see it too, could see the way he loves me.
"He loves you,mi amor," Naz whispers as if reading my mind. He strokes his down my back, comforting, soothing. "He loves you."
"I know." I swallow hard, my throat burning. "But that doesn't mean he'll ever forgive me for choosing you."
"He will." He tips my head back, forcing me to look at him. His amber gaze is somber, glinting with determination. "I'll find a way to fix this for you, Brynna. Whatever it takes, little one. I promised you that you wouldn't be hurt. I intend to keep that promise."
I'm not sure how he intends to do that, but I hear the conviction in his voice, the absolute determination to keep his promise to me. I see it reflecting in his eyes.
And I let myself hope.
Chapter Thirteen
Naz
"Let me get this straight," I say, my eyes narrowed at Brynna. "I tell you that we can go anywhere, and this is where you choose?"