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I was finally free.

But it wasn’t just freedom bringing me pure happiness. I had Jacob too.

After a few minutes of the two of us looking out to sea, he released me, but took my hand and pulled me back inside. “Let’s get you washed, angel.”

Still giddy from the euphoria flowing through my veins, Jacob removed my clothes, leaving me naked. His gaze traveled appreciatively over my body, his heated eyes leaving a path of fire everywhere they touched.

Butterflies that had lain dormant for weeks fluttered to life in my stomach, and god, how much had I missed the feeling Jacob elicited when he looked at me like that.

He reached out, cupping my cheek softly. “I’m so happy you agreed to marry me, angel. I can’t wait for you to become my wife.” I beamed back at him. I was going to be his wife. Today.

Releasing my cheek, he lifted my hand and placed a delicate kiss on the back of it. “Go have your bath, angel, and I’ll go and sort you your favorite lunch. Take your time to relax; you deserve it, my love.”

Warmth flowed through me. He’d never called me his love before, and if it wasn’t for not wanting to go against his request for me to bathe, I would have stepped into his chest so I could feel his arms around me again.

I stepped away, turning to head to the bathroom, but stopping before I reached the door and spinning back to him when a thought occurred to me at the mention of lunch. “Jacob?”

“Yes, angel?”

“Are you going to continue drugging me?”

His head tilted to one side as he stroked a hand over his jawline. “As long as you behave, angel, I won’t have the need to.”

Relieved by his answer, I exhaled. “I’ll behave, Jacob. I don’t want to be unconscious when you…” I trailed off, catching myself as an admission almost slipped free.

In four large strides, he was in front of me, lifting my chin so I had to look at him. “When I what, angel?” Nerves held my reply prisoner on my tongue. Jacob raised a brow at my silence, a smirk forming as he said, “When I fuck your beautiful pussy with my tongue?”

A pulse thrummed to life between my legs. “Yes.”

The devious smirk widened, and he leaned in to whisper in my ear. “You want to be awake while I feed you my come after I’ve fucked my hand with your juices on my lips?”

My breath hitched as Jacob moved his mouth, his hot breath skating over my face as he waited for my answer. I closed my eyes, the ache in my core becoming too much. “Jacob.”

He released my chin and took a step back, leaving me bereft of his touch. My eyes flew open, landing on the obvious bulge in his pants. “I won’t drug you again, angel. I want to hear every scream I pull from you. And once we’re married, I plan on doing a lot more to you than just eating your delectable cunt. Now, go and get your gorgeous ass in the bath, because I don’t think I can wait any longer to make you mine.”

I stayed in the bath until the water had turned cold and my fingers shriveled up like prunes. If I took too long, Jacob didn’t seem to mind; he didn’t bother me and allowed me to soak in the vanilla and coconut essence as I rubbed a sponge over my body, washing the lingering remnants of the cell from me.

When I emerged from the bathroom with a towel around me and my wet hair piled high on top of my head, I found Jacob had left a buffet of all my favorite foods, along with a note.

Angel,

I hope you’re feeling better after your bath. Take your time to enjoy the lunch I have set out for you. There is no rush, so please don’t eat too fast; I don’t want you to make yourself ill. We won’t see each other now until the wedding; I like the tradition of the groom not seeing the bride until we meet at the altar.

I have picked out a wedding dress for you, and you’ll find makeup, accessories, and shoes in the wardrobe. Please be ready by 4 pm, and come downstairs to the veranda. I’ll be waiting for you.

All my love,

Your soon-to-be husband.

-Jx

I twisted to the wardrobe, my eyes bugging out of my head at the beautiful white wedding dress hanging there. Without realizing, I crossed to it, my fingers reaching out to caress the satin material. Despite being completely plain, it was stunning. I couldn’t have picked out a better dress, and for once, I was grateful Jacob liked picking my outfits for me.

A thrill of excitement shot through me. In a few hours, I was going to marry Jacob. The man whom I’d come to need more than I needed my next breath.

Chapter 21

Grazing on the food Jacob left me helped me feel a little more human. My muscles still ached from the lack of movement over the last few weeks, and my eyes still strained against bright lights, but that all paled into insignificance as I stared at myself in the mirror.