Page 626 of One More Kiss

She quickly lifts her gaze back to mine.

“Your little speech was beautiful, but you miscalculated one thing.”

“I did?”

“You did.”

I crawl onto the bed and pull her back tightly against my chest. Flicking the covers over our bodies, I hold her. Ophelia shivers when I nuzzle my nose at the back of her ear.

“If I touched you tonight, the Trinity would be in control.”

I cup her satin-covered pussy, flexing my fingers against her clit until she’s bucking against my hand. “If I took you right now, the Trinity would win.”

“Please,” she groans when I move my hand away.

“My whole life I’ve been the bastard son of Arnaut Noguera-Tomás,” I explain in a raspy voice. Ophelia’s obvious arousal is affecting me, but I’m determined to stay the course. “For once, I want to be the prince, not the villain. I want to wait. I want to marry you for real without the threat of the Trinity, my father, or Ludovit hanging over your head. When I make you mine in every sense of the word, mind, body, and soul, it will be with love in our hearts and trust in our minds. That’s how we take control away from the Trinity. That’s how we win.”

A thoughtful silence dominates the bedroom, and I hold my breath.

Ophelia offers no argument. Instead, her breathing evens out and the rigidity that’s gripped her body since she attempted her best Femme Fatale impersonation dissipates. She relaxes against me, threading her fingers with mine, pulling my arms around her.

“Wife,” I murmur in her ear.

“Yes,” Ophelia whispers.

“Let me be your Prince.”

“Always.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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