“If I’d known you were a virgin?—”
“No,” she interrupted immediately, gripping my shoulders tighter. “Please don’t ruin this by apologizing for anything. It was perfect.”
Her eyes locked onto mine with such fierce sincerity that my chest tightened painfully.
She meant it.
Gods help me, she truly meant it.
“I think it was perfect too,” I admitted roughly.
“You do?” Her eyes widened slightly. “But I didn’t know what I was doing.”
The answer came instantly.
Absolute.
“You knew everything you needed to know. You knew me. Your body knew mine. It accepted me.”
My voice deepened dangerously.
“You have no idea what you gave me tonight, Luna.”
Heat flickered across her cheeks again.
“You don’t know what it feels like,” I continued, struggling to contain the possessive hunger clawing up my spine, “to realize I am the only male who will ever have you.”
My control slipped enough for a growl to vibrate through the room.
I kissed her again helplessly.
Couldn’t stop.
Would never want to stop.
“I’m glad it was you too,” she whispered against my lips.
Something inside me snapped fully at those words.
“It will only ever be me,” I said.
The vow came from somewhere ancient.
Primal.
Final.
Her breath caught softly.
“What are you saying?”
Too soon.
Not because I doubted her.
Because I feared overwhelming her.
How exactly did one explain to a curvy insecure Witch from Earth that she’d just mated with a future celestial ruler?
