“Then I need to give you this.” I threaded the sapphire stone over her knuckle. It fit perfectly.
“I can’t believe this.” She held it toward her face.
“I knew it had to be a sapphire,” I teased. I dragged my lips over hers. “Always my sapphire.”
She giggled. “Yes. Always yours.”
I untangled us and helped her stand. “Let’s have a toast.” I reached for the champagne.
Molly crinkled her nose. “Maybe just the orange juice. Sorry, I think I’m too excited. The champagne would send me over the top.” She smiled.
“All right.” I handed her an orange juice in fluted crystal.
Our glasses clinked. “To the new queen of the House of Sauvage. To our future.”
“To our future,” she echoed.
My hand rounded over her ass as I pulled her to me. “Before we announce this to the world, I could use some time alone with you.”
“Please,” she whispered.
I lifted her in my arms and carried her across the threshold.
Forty
Molly
“Oh God.” I fell back on the bed. Every part of my body felt exquisitely sensitive. Sex had never felt like that before. The way he touched me was like lightning shooting from his fingers. My nipples tingled. My clit buzzed. I was still on fire even after three orgasms.
Damon nuzzled behind me. He ran his fingers along my arm, twining them between mine. The ring was the only thing I had on.
“I should have Sutcliffe clear my schedule so we can spend the entire day like this,” he growled. “We could never leave the bed.”
I nodded. “Can we?”
“I wish. But Galonians might not accept how much we enjoy fucking each other as an excuse to ignore my royal duty to them.” He laughed.
I twisted to face him. His body was damp with sweat. I placed my palm over his chest. I could feel his heart still beating wildly. I kissed his tanned skin.
“What is today?” I asked. It was easy to lose track of time in the palace.
“The thirtieth. I have a cabinet meeting this afternoon. Why?”
The deadline to schedule my study at the London Institute was tomorrow. I had been a coward for two weeks. Afraid to suggest abandoning Damon while he dealt with Dominic’s health. He needed me to stay. And the thought of asking him if I could leave for six weeks seemed out of the question.
But I hadn’t sent my reply.
I counted back on the calendar. In a month’s time my life had changed more dramatically than any fictional character’s in any piece of literature I had studied. One month of Damon had turned everything upside down.
“Wait, are you sure it’s the thirtieth?”
He nodded. “There is always a cabinet meeting the last day of the month. I’m sure. But I was thinking maybe the middle of next month in between sessions we could go somewhere. A pre-honeymoon, honeymoon.”
“A month,” I whispered.
He tilted his head. “Yes.”
I sat up in bed. “Oh shit.” I hopped off the side and slid a robe on. My phone was on the dining table. I ran through the apartment.