And then I threw my caution to the wind and kissed him.
Deeply. Desperately.
The sort of kiss a woman might give a man she truly loved.
It was the way I had imagined kissing my fated mate a thousand times before, in the privacy of my lonely bedroom on nights I would rather forget.
Our first kiss.
Even on our wedding day—which was a small, private affair—we hadn’t kissed. We had simply signed our contract and slipped on our rings in front of Gabriel, our officiant.
And then he had taken me to that tiny guest room on the opposite side of the mansion, and that was that.
But now his lips were on mine, and they were warmer and softer than I ever imagined. And his scent was enveloping me, blotting out everything else like a thick blanket shielding us from the rest of
