Page 119 of Her Improper Desire


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"I'm saying these things because I love you," Ilyas said fiercely.

"Just let me go—-"

Ilyas cupped her face. "I love you, Ember. I love you."

"Please—-"

God.

Just minutes ago, she had been begging him to let her stay, but now she was begging him to let her go.

Was he really too fucking late?

"I love you," Ilyas said rawly. "And I'm the one who's begging you now to give me a chance."

But Ember only looked at him as if it was truly over between them.

"Please. Just please fucking stay. I love you, Ember. I love you. You're the air I breathe—-"

Ember managed to catch him off guard by suddenly shoving him away, and Ilyas whitened as she stumbled back.

Was he truly too late?

"I never—-"

Ilyas swallowed hard. "Please—-"

"I n-never thought you could say something so cheesy."

And then she was laughing and crying at the same time, and Ilyas didn't know whether to thank or curse the heavens upon realizing that his damn little chick had been leading him all along.

"Damn you."

But he was hauling her close as he said it, and this time she was sobbing for real as her arms wrapped around his neck.

He pressed his lips to the top of her head, still barely able to breathe because he knew there still had been a point that he had almost lost her for good. "I love you."

More tears tracked down her cheeks.

"I love you," she said with a wobbly smile. "I've loved you from the first day I met you, but..."

Ilyas stiffened. "But what?"

"Can I ask you for something?"

"Of course—-"

"Can you say it again?"

Ilyas frowned. "Say what?"

"That I'm the air you breathe," she said with an impish smile. "I wasn't ready earlier, but I am now, and I'd like to record you saying—-"

His mouth swooped down to shut her up with a kiss, and as she moaned against his lips, it occurred to Ilyas that even with all that had happened between them, this was actually their first kiss...and it was perfect.


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