Emerald knew what she was doing and maintained control of the moment. She stood while he sat. Alaric had to look up at her, observing her carefully.
Emerald wore no makeup, her face clean, and her exposed neck pale and smooth like satin. In her dress, she appeared colder yet more captivating than when they first met. She was irresistibly alluring.
His warm palm rested on her waist, and his voice was deep, "So, what do you want to talk about?"
Emerald extended her slender fingers, trailing them down along his cool jawline, across his Adam's apple, down to his collarbone, stopping just above his firm chest.
"My right to belong."
Emerald slowly leaned in and whispered against his ear, "Alaric, from now on, I'll belong to you."
Such a suggestive sentence was enough to stir any man's heart.
