He claimed her lips in a fierce kiss, as if he could kiss her into complying, into loving him. He came up once to repeat, “I know you.” He inhaled again before continuing. “And I can’t live without you. I’ll love you until the day I die.”
He waited for her to say something, anything, but she simply stared at him with those warm amber eyes. So different from the cold silver of before.
The eyes were different, but she wasn’t.
“Well.” She paused to moisten her lips, saying softly, “If you know me so well, then you know my response.”
He felt himself frown. Uncertainty gnawed at him, but he spoke anyway, daring her to contradict him. “You love me.” If his words came out like a command, he didn’t care. He wasn’t letting her run off on him again. His voice grew more determined, insistent. “You’re crazy about me. You can’t live without me. You want to marry me.”
He held his breath as she lifted her chin and looked him squarely in the eyes. “I do love you.” Lowering her head, she smiled, her cheeks turning pink as she added, “I’m so crazy about you I even do stupid things like run off in the middle of the night.”
Grinning, he reprimanded, “You better lose that habit quick.”
“And you,” she countered, tapping him on the chest, “better be serious about that proposal, ’cause I’m not letting you take it back.”
He pulled her flush against him. “Oh, I’m serious.”
Dipping his head, he bit the soft skin of her neck before kissing it gently. Cupping her backside, he pulled her tighter against him. She responded by growling low in her throat.
“Hey,” he muttered, teasing, “I thought you weren’t a werewolf anymore.”
“Lycan,” she corrected.
He smiled against her mouth. “Semantics.”
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