At that time, there was no room for thought, just instinctive actions.
The important thing was, she was safe, and he was alive, and that was enough.
His tone was calm, but it made Ivana's heart flutter.
Any other sweet-talking man would have said something like,
"Because I want you to live," or, "I'd rather die for you," but he... he didn't.
He wasn't the kind of man who threw around sweet words. He was domineering and strong, declaring he wanted her. He journeyed from across the world to pursue her, waiting hours just for a single date with her, never once rebuking her for the delay.
She bent down to kiss his wound, then tightly held his neck, fitting her face back onto his chest.
Both stark naked, her warm breath trailed over his chest. Their bodies pressed together, soft with resilience. His breath unconsciously grew heavier.
"Ivana, I... I want more!"
He didn't need to tell her, for she already knew. His body spoke volumes before his voice did.
