“Trust that this is forever because I will do whatever it takes to make it so.”
“Just like that?” she says, and this time I nod.
“Just like that.”
“You believe in us enough for the both of us.” It’s not a question but a statement of fact, and I kiss her again.
“Yes, but I believe that you will feel the same in time.” My lips linger, and I kiss along her cheek and down her neck.
By the time the plane lands, she’s panting in my arms and clinging with both hands to the front of my suit. I smile when I lean back, and she has to force her hands to unclench like they have a mind of their own.
“It’s time,” I say, standing up and holding out my hand to her.
She hesitates for only a second before she places her hand in mine, and we exit the plane. On the tarmac there is a carriage waiting for us and she gasps when she sees the white horses. Out here in the sunlight she can finally see the glitter of her dress and how it shines. The strapless pale pink organza gown has jewels sewn into it that catch the light perfectly. I stare at her and she twirls like a princess. I think of how lucky I am that she’s all mine.
“Whoa,” the driver of the coach says from behind me, and I turn around to stare daggers at him.
I had one of my planners organize all of this, and I was specific about what I wanted. Normally I don’t have to worry about staff and their discretion but apparently someone slipped through the cracks.
The man clears his throat and looks away, and I try and rein in my jealousy. Of course people are stunned by my beautiful bride, but I’m not ready to share her.
“Let’s go,” I say and hold out my hand to her.
Chapter 6
Amber
Henrik squeezes my hand tight as he guides me to the carriage. I can sense the tension in his body because he wants to pounce on the guy. It really should annoy me how jealous Henrik can get, but it doesn't. He doesn't want to share me with anyone, and as crazy as that might be, I find comfort in that knowledge.
Either the driver has a death wish or he’s not reading the room, because he jumps down when we get beside the carriage.
“Let me help you, ma’am,” he says with a wink.
Here we go.
Henrik moves in front of me like a panther and then lunges for the guy. In one quick move he picks him up by the collar of his shirt and lifts him off the ground.
“You dare to look at my wife?” I thought I’d pissed Henrik off when I kneed him in the balls, but clearly I was wrong. Right now his face is murderous.
“I’m sorry,” the driver coughs, trying to get out of his hold.
“Oh, you’ll be far more than sorry in a second.” He releases him and the man crumples to the ground with a loud thud. Before Henrik can pounce on him again, I grab his arm. He stills and then turns to look at me. His eyes calm as he lets out a slow breath.
“The sight of blood makes me ill,” I tell him, and he nods.
“I could hurt him without making him bleed.” A wicked smile spreads across his face.
I shift in front of him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down for a kiss. He doesn't fight me as he gives me what I’m asking for. His hands go to my ass as our tongues meet, and for a small moment I almost forget what’s going on around us.
I break the kiss breathlessly when I feel Henrik’s hard cock pressing into my stomach. I steal a peek over my shoulder to see the driver still sitting there on the ground.
“Run, dumbass,” I hiss at him. When I feel Henrik begin to move, I shake my head. “No.”
“I’m not a dog.”
“That’s yet to be determined.” A surprise laugh bubbles up from him, and he smiles so sweetly. “Aren’t we supposed to be getting married, or would you rather have a street brawl?”
“You don’t have to twist my arm to get me to marry you.”
“It’s like you want me to knee you in the balls again,” I challenge, fighting a smile.
“Nah. You want my cock too much to risk it.” I sigh and feel my lips curve up. “You’re fucking breathtaking, but when you smile it’s something else altogether. You know that?” My heart flutters at his sweet words. “I’m sorry about that, but I’m still learning to control myself when it comes to you.”
“Do you think it will ever happen?” He shakes his head, and I roll my eyes before I kiss him again. “Who’s going to drive us now?”