He was serious, she could hear it in the sound of his voice. He’d been waiting so long to make her his. She’d always felt completely safe with him, but at that moment, she was so lost to him—his kiss and his touch—that she would have gone with him to his bed most joyfully.
Thalion jerked his face from her neck where he’d been diligently sucking when he heard a knock on the door. She nearly laughed when she saw the anger and frustration on his face.
She took his chin in her hand and turned it back to her. “We will continue this later.”
“First, we will see our holy man,” he declared, his voice gruff with desire. “Tonight I make you my bride. Then, you are correct, my beautiful female, we will continue this but it will be in our bed and with considerably less clothing.”
She knew she looke
