Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Myrah's POV 

My heart began to beat faster during this process. How could he have missed the fact that I loved him dearly? Why couldn't he return love?

Those agonizing inquiries fueled my desire to seize him. He needed to know how desperate I was to be with him, if not more. I desired an eternal union between us.

I rose from his lap and sat on the mattress. I looked at the wine bottle with a smile as I lifted it up. I pondered the flavor it could have on his skin.

"What's on your mind, Myrah?" After our passionate make-out and grinding session, Alexander asked me.

Alexander, you. Since the day I first saw you at the wedding altar, it has always been you. You are the man of my dreams, and it's amusing how you're married to me—but only under certain circumstances. I replied in a low voice, still gazing at the wine bearing my mother's name. I grinned.