A storm rages between us as emotion and chemistry sizzle through the air. This is us. Wild, primitive, savage.
I sense his intent before he moves and my heart speeds up in anticipation. The look on his face, possessive, angry, fierce, sends my senses spinning. Yet he's not angry with me. He's angry with himself. He's angry over our lost time.
I cling to him as he picks me up and carries me to my throne.
He sets me down and grips the ties holding my leather corset together, snapping them beneath angry fingers, thrusting the fabric open and baring my breasts. He grips the hair at the nape of my neck and pulls me up to my feet.
"I will never let you go," he growls in my ear, sending shivers coursing through me. "We're together until death."
He drags me closer, our lips now so close his breath rushes across me, sending goosebumps standing across my flesh.
"Until death," I whisper against him.