Page 223 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

My hand tightens gently over hers. “Let me finish.”

She swallows, nodding once.

“I choose you, Sienna. Not because of the mate bond. Not because you’re carrying my child. Not because you’re my Luna or because fate tied us together. I choose you because even when I tried not to, even when I was angry, even when I was hurt, even when I told myself I didn’t want you anywhere near me, every part of me still belonged to you.”

Her lips tremble.

“And our child…” My voice breaks slightly, and I hate it, but I don’t stop. “Our child will never look at me and see hesitation. I don’t care what war is waiting, what god comes knocking, what monster crawls out of whatever fucking realm next. This child is mine. You are mine. And I will stand between the two of you and the entire world if I have to.”

The bond between us feels intense, our emotions slamming together like two tides, and I let my walls down, allowing her full access, and I feel all of hers. So intense, so strong that I almost lose my breath.

Love, relief, happiness, fear and hope.

Sienna lifts her hand to my face, her fingers trembling as they brush over my jaw.

“You’re not a coward,” she whispers, clearly stuck on that one sentence.

A rough, humourless laugh leaves me, but it fades when she shifts closer, pressing her forehead against mine.

“You never failed me,” she says, her voice shaking now. “You hear me? You never failed me. Not once. You loved me even when it hurt. You protected me even when you were angry. You came back to me even after I broke your trust. That is not cowardice; that is strength beyond measure.”

Our eyes meet, and I reach into my pocket, taking out a small box. Instantly, her heart begins thundering as I turn the box in my hand. “I should have planned something for the Rossi Princess, but with the crazy, unexpected life we have, I didn’t want to delay…” I flip open the box and look at the red jewelled ring that sits on the velvet cushion.

“No, this is perfect,” Sienna whispers. My gaze flicks back up to hers.

I’ll take her somewhere tomorrow, but tonight is ours.

“Will you marry me, Sienna? Will you be mine?”

She smiles softly, her eyes holding my gaze. “I was yours long before I even knew it. Yes, yes, I will.”

I take the ring out of the box and slip it onto her finger, the diamond glittering in the dim lighting.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispers, and before I can even reply, she locks her arms around my neck.

I pull her closer just as her lips collide with mine. Her fingers slide into my hair as she holds me firmly in place, needing me just as much as I need her.

The bond between us is strong. I can sense my wolf and hers, no barrier, no walls, just the two of us drowning in emotions and feelings. I can no longer tell where mine end and hers begin.

“I need you, Jayce. Give me everything,” she murmurs against my lips before claiming them once again.

I smile against her lips before I turn us, flipping her onto the bed and then pulling my shirt off, tossing it aside before I make quick work of her top; she’s already shimmying out of her pants, her eyes never leaving mine. I undo the drawstring on my sweatpants and remove them, seeing her eyes darken with desire. I see the shift in her, the hunger and desire merging with love and happiness.

“There’s my girl,” I murmur, my eyes dragging over her body appreciatively, making my cock twitch.

She smiles, a dangerous, seductive smile as she gets on her knees and helps get rid of my pants faster. My boxers follow, and her eyes dip to my dick. She licks her lips as she wraps her hand around it, but before she can get any further, I gently take hold of her wrist.

“Tonight’s all about you, Darling.”

“I want it to be about us,” she whispers. “And I want to.”

I smirk as I take hold of her chin, kissing her. “A queen always comes before her king, so tonight, let me treat you like the queen you are.”

I pin her to the bed as I begin trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. I flick her nipple teasingly, making her whimper as I pepper heated kisses down her stomach, parting her legs.

“Fuck…” she moans, her back arching the moment I part her pussy. She’s fucking perfect…

I flick my tongue over her entrance, tasting her; she’s sweet and dangerously addictive.