AARYN
His belly clenched when she whimpered. But she still hadn't relaxed. He'd known this would come—but he'd never thought it would be triggered by politics. He'd thought they'd have more time. He'd thought… it didn't matter what he thought. He had to show her.
If she ever fell, he would catch her.
She had to know it. Believe it. Trust it. Because then she'd know she could trust him with the rest of it.
"Let go, Elreth," he said, his voice low and husky. "Let go, and let me show you."
She stared up at him, the strangest mix of desire, hope, and fear in her eyes. He growled as he took her mouth—frustration that she still thought she had to be everything by herself, and sheer desire because she was so fucking beautiful and now he could have her.
She was his. Really his.
Or, at least, she would be.
