“You think I don’t see you? And you want to be seen, is that right, Pixie?” I murmur, tracing my fingers along her jaw, my voice dropping to a near growl.
“Well, I see you. Every inch. Every damn piece of you.”
She swallows, her throat working, and I know she’s hanging on to every word.
“You want to know if I still want to fuck you?” I continue, watching the way her breath hitches, her pupils expanding like she’s already lost in me.
I grab her hand and press it against the thick length straining behind my zipper.
“I want to fuck you.” I move her hand just slightly, just enough for her to feel how hard I am for her. “I will fuck you. But first, I’m gonna give you my name. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”
Her lips part, a soft, shuddering breath escaping as her fingers flex against me. She’s trembling, but not with fear.
With anticipation.
Her eyes are glittering with it, with need, with the unspokenyesI know is already forming in her head.
She’s into this. Into me.
And that’s the only reason I’m not kicking my own ass for insisting we do this.
This woman is dangerous. She’s going to ruin me.
And for the first time in my life, I welcome it.
“But my father will kill you,” she breathes, barely above a whisper.
She says it like a warning.
It’s sweet. Just like her.
I smirk.
I know exactly who and what Angel Fury is.
I know if I was just some nobody trying to play fast and loose with his daughter, he’d kill me without hesitation.
But I’m not.
I love this woman with every inch of my being.
And once I prove it to him, he won’t want that.
I hope.
I tilt my head to the other side, keeping my grip firm on her waist.
“He can try, Pixie.” I grin back. “But you and I both know you were always meant to be mine. Besides, I’m hard to kill. Plus, our families probably wouldn’t like that.”
She arches a brow, finally getting it.
“Probably not,” she says.
Then she smiles.
And it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever seen.
She stares at the wedding chapel, a shaky breath leaving her lips.