Page 89 of Craving His Captive
I don’t hesitate, don’t make him wait. “Yes.”
We both blink, it happens so fast. And then I laugh, laugh and laugh as Alik picks me up and swings me around, kissing me until it feels like my veins are full of champagne. By the time my feet return to hard ground, I’m breathless and giddy and smiling so much my face hurts.
“Yes,” I repeat, “I’ll marry you. I love you, Alik. Not only did you give me my life back, but you’ve made me excited toliveit. Thank you for finding me, for rescuing me. For fighting for me when no one else did. And,” I say, voice clogged with emotion, “thank you for looking at me when I was at my worst and seeing beyond the broken, abused girl abandoned by her family. Thank you for seeingme. For loving me. You’re the best man I’ve ever known. I love you so much. I’m yours, Alik, for always. I cannot wait to be your wife.”
My future husband slips the ring on my finger, then slides his hands under my sweater. I shiver at the skin-on-skin contact. “I love you so fucking much, Serafina. Forever.”
“Forever,” I repeat as our lips meet.
Our kiss tastes of joy, passion. Of excitement for the future and an acknowledgement of our past.
A kiss that goes from celebratory to incendiary when Alik lifts my sweater over my head and I grip his ass, and we take advantage of being the only two people in the chalet right there on the floor by the sparkling tree.
konets (the end)
