Page 22 of Forbidden Forget-Me-Not

“You’d never know. You’re always so composed.”

“You don’t make it easy. I want you every second that we’re together,” I admitted, the words dangerous, but true. “Say it. Say you choose me.”

“I chose you. I’ll keep choosing you—no matter what it costs,” she whispered, tugging at the bikini bottom string and letting the material fall to the floor.

Her leg wrapped around my waist. I slid my hand down her thigh and held her there, our eyes locked. Whatever control I had left shattered. I kissed Kaylani hard as I drove into her, claiming her in one decisive thrust.

Any lingering thoughts about annulling the marriage vanished. There was only her. The taste of her. The way she gripped my cock, pulling me deeper. I did not deserve her, but I wanted her, and there was no letting go.

My movements turned frantic, reckless. Our breaths came out in pants. I nipped the side of her neck, breathing her scent in like it was the only air left in the room.

“Deeper. Harder,” she gasped.

I lifted her and carried her across the room to a table, laying her down before hooking her legs over my shoulders. Her hair fanned out beneath her, blue eyes locked on mine. She gripped the edge as I lost myself completely.

“Yes, oh God, yes,” she moaned as I pumped into her. Her body tightened, and she arched, freezing in the most stunning tableau as she came.

I didn’t slow my pace. I wanted to watch her come undone again. I wanted to burn away any trace of the fear still clinging to her and replace it with this—with us.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Come for me, Lani.” I thrust with everything I had, and she shuddered. “Yes, that’s it. Fuck,” I growled.

“Yes…Goran…” she moaned as her walls clenched around my cock and I followed after.

Loving her would cost me everything.

I didn’t care.

A minute. An hour. A lifetime.

Kaylani Mikhailov was worth it.

The world came rushing back. The quiet hum of the room. The sound of the horses in the stalls. Then my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Time.

I wanted more fucking time with her.

Kaylani stilled beneath me, the weight of what we had done settling between us.

I stepped back and took a deep breath before tucking my cock back into my pants and straightening my shirt. I was a soldier. The perfect soldier.

All the walls I had constructed to keep that image had been torn down. No matter how many times I rebuilt them, Kaylani reduced them to rubble at her feet.

I crossed the room and gathered our discarded clothing so she could redress.

Her eyes were soft and glassy as she pulled my jacket around her shoulders once more.

“I hate that we need to leave this room,” she said quietly, tying the bottoms back in place. “That you can’t just come home with me.”

Her mask slid back into place just as mine had. She was the princess again.

“Me too.”

We didn’t need to say anything else.

Beyond these walls waited cameras, expectations, guards whose loyalty was not to us, and a world that did not care what we wanted.

Lifting the chain around her neck, I stared into her eyes as my lips touched the gold ring. She smiled, the most beautiful sight this world had to offer. Holding out my hand, she took it without hesitation.