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“You know I watched you shower that day.”
She chokes on her wine and I laugh as she wipes the pink liquid dripping down her chin with the back of her hand.
“I’m sorry, what?” she exclaims.
“I know it’s awful, but I just couldn’t help myself. I’d seen you in the lake that morning and I just had to see you again. It’s no excuse.”
“No, it isn’t!” she says again a little softer. “You’re such a perv. You hadn’t even known me a day.”
“I’d do it again, though. In fact, when we go upstairs, can we role-play it?” I laugh when she pulls a face.
“You’re sick.” She throws her napkin at me and I smile bigger when her smile peeks through.
We finish eating and it isn’t until we’re heading back to my room that she laughs softly to herself.
“What’s so funny?” I ask her, shutting the door behind us.
“It’s nothing,” she replies, but I push her with a look. “Honestly, it’s so stupid.”
I continue to prod at her with a look until she gives it up and eventually, she sighs.
“I spent dinner panicking that you were going to propose or something.” She laughs with an uneasy tone.
I throw my hand against my chest and feign heartbreak.
“You mean, you wouldn’t have said yes?” I mock and she rolls her eyes at me.
“Oh, shut up, Dax, you’ve known me for what, three months?” She pushes me away and walks to the bed, but I spin her around, throwing her down onto the mattress before climbing over her.
“Three months, three years, three lifetimes. I’d never give you up, Birdie,” I whisper and she looks up at me with something like awe shining in her eyes.
“Besides,” I continue, “I won't ask you to marry me until you’ve met King. You might change your mind about marrying into my family.” I laugh, but the awe shining in her eyes disappears and something sadder replaces it.
“Unless King doesn’t like me and you need his approval,” she whispers.
A low growl follows my sigh and I grasp Rori’s chin, forcing her to look at me.
“Approval from anyone be damned. I don’t need his approval. I don’t need Carlo’s approval. Hell, I don’t even need your approval, Rori, because you’re mine in every way. I’m not giving you up. Not now, not ever. Even when I’m down to my last goddamn fucking breath, you will own it.
“Three fucking months be damned. I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”
“Dax,” she whispers and I wait with bated breath for what she’s going to say next after spilling out my entire soul to her.
“If I’m yours, in every way.” She reaches up, stroking her hand down my cheek. “Take me.”
I can feel my blood rushing through my veins, my heart beating so fast I can hear it pounding from outside of my chest.
When I don’t move, she pulls my head closer to hers, her lips resting against my ear as she whispers.
“If I’m yours in every way, Dax Rhivers, then take me. I want you to own all of me.”
He slams his lips onto mine in a bruising manner, savouring my taste with each thrust of his tongue. We battle it out, in a fight for dominance, but in the end, I give up because that’s what this is all about.
I’m giving in and I’m giving him all of me.
My thoughts are racing with nerves, taunts, worries, and fears but with each stroke of his tongue, each brush of his lips, every single thought is cast aside until I’m lost in him. His kisses slow down until we’re kissing intimately and passionately, so much more intense than the bruising kiss from before because although that ignited passion and fire, this ignites emotions I didn’t think myself capable of.
My whole life I’ve been devoid of love. My parents abandoned me before I was old enough to beg for them to stay. They took their lives literally and figuratively from me and left me in a foster home where I was stuck in the clutches of Maxwell. I’ve never resented my parents because I’ve always blamed myself.
