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“So afraid, embarrassed, and nervous. Do I have that right?” Judging by his rather bored tone of voice, he caught on to my game and now wants to play his own. “I wouldn’t want to miss anything.”
“Yes. I’m not sure about Paris, though. How do you think he’d felt?” I tap on my chin and cock my head to the side. “Ashamed?”
“Glorious, princess, he felt glorious.” Step. “Fucking victorious.” Step. “And bewitched.”
“Ah, yes. Because he got himself the most beautiful woman in the world?”
His heated gaze awakens every hair on my body as desire shoots through me, the dress becoming impossibly tight on my body because it prevents him from seeing me. “Yes. The most beautiful woman in the world,” he whispers. “But you know what he felt above anything else in that moment?”
“What?”
“Happy. Happy to finally call his woman his and everyone knowing it.”
I swallow at the intensity consuming me. “Paris sounds awfully territorial.”
“And Helen sounds like a liar.”
Stiffing back the laughter bubbling in my throat, I move some more until my back hits the flat surface and Florian pounces on me, caging me in between his hard chest and the wall. He places his one arm above my head while his other hand traps my chin between his fingers and electricity prickles my skin. “How did she really feel?” he asks, and we both know we aren’t talking about Helen or Paris.
I should probably prolong this a bit longer, but then again…who can blame him for being impatient?
Arguably, this whole engagement was testing his temper, although he deserved it for putting me through hell when he kept on acting as if I meant nothing to him.
Our love story is one giant ball of angst with us both finding thousands of reasons to stay away from each other because the outside factors always prevented us from being together.
However, it feels as if we’ve been together all this time and despite all the obstacles, we still managed to keep a united front even though no one is on our side.
Octavius and Remi support him because they swore loyalty to each other but deep down…maybe they’re judging us as well.
Love is like a flower, it blooms when it’s nourished and adored and dies whenever someone steps all over it or forgets about it.
Some people never have to defend their love but everyone put Florian and me in a position where we have to.
Which is hilarious, really, considering that the only sane love story in our family is that of my godparents. Despite Uncle Jacob stealing Aunt Calliope right from under her father’s nose and then dragging her to a courthouse to get married when she kept on refusing his proposals.
“Happy,” I finally whisper when his fingers slide to my neck and play with my dress’s collar. “Excited.”
“What else?” His hot breath fans my skin as scorching heat travels through me when he leans forward, rubbing his cheek over mine and his light stubble tingles my skin.
“Blessed. And…” I hiss when he steps closer, his hard-on pressing into me, and my head spins from his lust for me. I barely manage to find my voice again. “And…”
“And?” he whispers into my ear and my palm lands on his bare chest, his hot flesh burning and only adding gasoline to the fire building in the pit of my stomach, demanding an outlet. I should be alarmed by the satisfaction and possessiveness dripping from that one word, telling me he knows I might find his ways outrageous, but I’m grateful to be here with him. My obsessive man just needs me to confirm it out loud. “What else, princess?” His mouth hovers above mine and his scent combined with a heated gaze drive me insane as my mind paints thousands of carnal images in my head, one more wicked than the other. They advise me to succumb to the temptation standing right in front of me and accept this twisted fate of mine once and for all.
I trace my fingers over his abs, his stomach flexing under my touch while his emerald eyes become molten as I hold his stare. “I think I finally understand her.” Licking my lips, I take a deep breath and our lips brush against each other’s. “I can’t live without you, Florian. My love for you is a curse and a blessing at the same time, and even if my family never accepts us…I’ll always choose you. Just like I know you’ll always choose me.”
Let the whole world think we’re selfish.
Let society judge us.
And finally…
Let us love each other without reservations, everything else be damned.
“Jimena.” His hand glides upward until he wraps it around my neck, his thumb landing above my pulse point as he rubs it gently. His hold should terrify me because with a single twist of his wrist he can cut off my oxygen supply and yet…it’s the safest I’ve ever felt. “No matter what happens from now on…I’ll always choose us. Our family comes above anyone and anything. The Four Dark Horsemen included.” His hand tightens around my throat, earning himself a gasp from me. “You belong to me, princess. And God help whoever thinks otherwise.”
His mouth covers mine, trapping my moan in his throat as he pushes his tongue inside, dwelling deep and connecting us in a hot and passionate kiss that consumes everything in its wake, leaving me all alone with him in our happy little world where only our desire remains.
Because we are young, wild, and free to do whatever we want, and unlike Helen and Paris…our love can never cause a real war.
