Page 315 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

“You’re the only one I would ever die for, Mine, just as you are the only one I would ever live for. Youaremine, just as I am yours. And tonight, I want to be fully yours,” I whisper.

His eyes snap open, so vividly green, so beautiful.

“You mean…”

I nod. “I’ve been yours in spirit all along. Tonight I want to be yours in body, too.”

“Ah, Minnie mine. My sweet treasure,” he groans against my lips. Pressing his palms into the mattress, he takes a deep, tiredbreath as he lays his forehead on my shoulder. “You’re dangling in front of me such a dangerous temptation…”

“So take it. It’s yours.”

He shakes his head, his forehead sliding over my half-naked shoulder. “Not yet. Not like this.”

“But—”

“You promised you would marry me,” he interrupts me. “So let’s do it. Tomorrow. My father will officiate it.”

“Tomorrow?” I gasp.

“You bought the dress. I peeked in your bag and saw it,” he admits in a low voice.

The memory of the dress comes back to me. In my dream, I’d dropped it in the middle of the street before Cerenios had teleported us to that forest. But if it’s here…

It must have been a dream after all—a frightful one but only a dream.

Thank the Source.

Perhaps it’s because I am so fresh after that wretched nightmare, but now more than ever I realize that though immortal, my existence is precarious. All it takes is the right adversary for my life to end. That terror continues to plague me as I hold on to Mine and revel in his closeness. How could I ever hold a grudge against him when he’s all I have?

“Tomorrow then. I’ll be your wife.”

He pulls back slightly and gazes at me, his lips tugged up into a big smile.

“My wife,” he mutters, almost to himself. “And I shall be your husband.”

I chuckle at the way he repeats the words all over again as if he cannot get enough of them.

“Then I will claim you. The proper way,” he tells me with a smile.

“I don’t think there’s any improper way with you.” I giggle.

“Is that so?” He raises a brow. “Just a while ago you thought a mere hand touch was improper.”

“Well, you helped me see the error of my ways.”

“Always at your service, my fair lady,” he murmurs with amusement.

“Always?” I bat my lashes.

“Always,” he confirms.

“Good. Then take off your clothes,” I command.

He blinks as he looks at me stupefied.

“T-take off my clothes? Me?”

“You, who else?” I roll my eyes.

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