Chapter 83
Before Fleur could process the weight of his sincere confession, his hot hand wrapped around her wrist. With a sudden, overwhelming surge of strength, he yanked her forward, and Fleur gasped as her body collided with his solid, muscular chest.
Giving her no room to retreat and no time to think, Christian slammed his lips against hers, drowning her doubts in a torrent of fierce, unstoppable hunger.
“Goddess, Fleur. I am starving for you,” Christian groaned against her mouth, his words a ragged torrent of emotion.
His hands slid up the column of her elegant neck, his large palms cradling her jawline to tilt her head back, deepening the kiss into something even more consuming.
“What the hell are you doing to me? I have no control when it comes to you. None p>
The raw confession sent a flush of heat straight to her cheeks, her throbbing heart swelling with a dangerous, intoxicating triumph.
An Alpha wolf, completely undone by her.
The sheer power she held over his primal instincts was a drug in itself, and she didn’t have to wait for him to prove it.
The elevator chimed, the silver doors sliding open to reveal the secluded penthouse corridor. Without a word, Christian swept her off her feet, pressing her firmly against his chest.
Fleur gasped, instinctively locking her arms around his neck as he carried her down the hall. Even with her weight in his arms, his stride was effortless, his predatory grace unbroken as he swiped the keycard against the reader and pushed the double doors open with his foot.
He marched into the room, his burning blue gaze never leaving hers, before gently lowering her onto the center of the massive plush bed.
Fleur sat up, her breath catching as she took in the surroundings. The suite was cast in a warm, amber glow, illuminated by dozens of flickering, scented candles.
Fresh crimson rose petals were scattered across the floor, their rich, sweet fragrance mingling with the scent of pine and ozone that clung to him.
On a mahogany table in the corner sat a crystal decanter of dark red wine and two waiting glasses.
Enchanted but suddenly defensive, a familiar pang of anxiety pierced her chest. Had he really brought others here? Was this like a routine setup for his conquests?
“Do you like it, my love?” Christian asked, watching her closely. His wolf, already hypersensitive to her moods, immediately picked up on the sudden spike in her heart rate and the defensive line of her shoulders.
He wasn’t a man who offered explanations to anyone, but for his woman—his true love and mate—he would lay down his pride.
“I messaged the hotel manager from the car,” he explained softly, the hard lines of his face softening as the tension left her brow. “I wanted it to be perfect for us. You always liked a romantic setup p>
Fleur let out a soft hum, turning her eyes back to him. Christian shook his head, a dark, self-deprecating chuckle escaping his chest.
“What is it?” she asked, tilting her head.
He closed the distance between them, stalking toward the bed with the deliberate, unhurried pace of a heat-driven predator cornering its mate.
“I’ve looked death in the eyes more times than I can count, Fleur, but nothing terrifies me more than the thought of losing you,” he whispered, a flash of raw, agonizing pain fracturing his gaze.
Fleur swallowed hard, a wave of remorse hitting her. “The moment you let that human movie star slide his ring onto your finger, you ripped my chest open. You inflicted a wound worse than any silver blade my enemies have ever used against me p>
“Christian, I’m sorry Fleur whispered, her fingers knotting together as she sat on the edge of the mattress.
But Christian didn’t want apologies. A dark, feral laugh cut through the room, sending a delicious shiver down her spine. Before she could process the shift in the air, his shadow fell over her. He pressed her back into the mattress, his heavy, muscular frame looming over her, trapping her beneath him.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent like a drowning man catching air. His rough stubble scraped against her sensitive skin, and a low, possessive purr vibrated deep within his chest, vibrating against her collarbone. He locked his fingers through hers, pinning her hands to the sheets.
“You need to learn, baby, that playing with fire comes with dangerous consequences,” he growled softly, his breath scorching her skin.
With a sudden, explosive burst of Alpha strength, he bared his teeth, catching the fabric of her flimsy top and tearing it away in one clean, violent motion. Fleur gasped as the cool air hit her skin. She was completely exposed to him, save for the thin lace of her bra, her nipples already hardened into tight peaks.
Christian’s eyes turned entirely midnight-black, his wolf roaring to the surface at the sight of her. Her chest heaved heavily, panting under his weight, inadvertently offering herself up to him.
“A tempting little seductress,” he rasped.
In a heartbeat, his teeth caught the upper edge of her lace bra. With a sharp tug, he ripped the delicate fabric down the middle, baring her completely.
“Beautiful. My perfect mate,” he murmured in fierce reverence, before his lips locked onto her peak.
Fleur couldn’t hold back the high, broken cry that tore from her throat as a wave of pure electric pleasure flooded her system. With every possessive, demanding pull of his mouth, she cried out his name, the sound echoing into the quiet luxury of the suite. She knew the sound might carry, but in the heat of the moment, she didn’t care—not when her protective, possessive Alpha husband was finally claiming what belonged to him.
“You’ve pushed me past the edge of my restraint,” Christian growled against her skin, his voice dripping with a dangerous, untamed edge that made her blood sing. “Now, you have to handle the beast you unleashed p>