I lie back on the couch and pull her onto my chest. I’m not one for cuddling or physical contact outside of sex, but this is the second time she’s fallen asleep in my arms, and I can’t bring myself to let her go.
Her scent. Her softness. Curves that feel like they were made to fit against my muscles. How is it possible that, even without having sex, I feel more intimacy with her than with every woman I’ve ever fucked?
The path that brought us here was twisted. I didn’t plan to get involved with Jazmina because, to be honest, I like her. I think she deserves someone better, even though ours will be a marriage where, at some point, we’ll set an expiration date so she can live the free life she dreams of.
Still, I admit that from the first moment I saw her, we were already engaged in a kind of foreplay. A game. A dance. Because there’s no denying the overwhelming attraction between us.
So for now, I’ll forget my sins and how I destroyed the life of the man I should have honored. I’ll allow myself the happiness—however temporary—of possessing my princess.
It’s more than I deserve. Far more than I ever expected.
Chapter 33
“Do you want to take a shower?” I ask when she wakes up to the sound of the doorbell.
I know it must be whatever I asked Athol to arrange, so I’m not that pissed about them waking her.
“I don’t have any clothes here,” she says, her face still buried in my chest.
I can tell she’s embarrassed about what happened, and maybe I should feel guilty, but I’m not a liar—I enjoyed every single moan she gave me.
“I want to take you out to dinner. That’s why I asked.”
“In that case, we’ll have to stop by my apartment. I can’t show up in public like this.”
“Like what, princess?” I tease. “Satisfied, after coming so hard?”
“Are we really going to talk aboutthese thingsoutside the bedroom?”
“We’re not in a bedroom.”
Her temper flares, and she sits on top of me, apparently forgetting the modesty she had two seconds ago.
With her tanned thighs exposed, her skirt wrapped around her hips, and her hair messed up by my hands, Jazmina is a feast for the eyes.
“Are you going to mock me because I don’t know how to express myself in sexual terms?” she asks, hands on her waist, looking ready for a fight.
“No. I don’t want you to change who you are. But like I told you before, the only noble thing about me is the title,” I remind her, letting my fingers slide up and down her waist.
Her breathing turns uneven again, and I pull her into a wet, dirty kiss. She shivers.
“You’re very sensitive, princess. If you keep this up, I’ll spend entire days inside this beautiful body until I satisfy you completely. Until you barely remember your own name.”
Despite what I say, I don’t go beyond caressing her back. For a first day, she’s already had a lot. On top of that, I’m not that strong. As addictive as it is to give Jazmina pleasure, resisting her is a challenge.
“Who rang the bell?”
“Probably someone Athol sent. Lamar must’ve answered the door.”
“Oh! We’re not alone?” she asks, burying her face in the curve of my neck, embarrassed, as if the head of my security team might walk in at any second.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. In ten days, you’ll be my wife.”
“So soon?”
“Yes. My lawyers will file the marriage license first thing tomorrow morning.”
“You’ve already spoken to them?”