Bought to Carry His Heir
He caressed her cheek, and then kissed her brow, her nose and finally her lips. “Thank you for loving me.”
Blinking back tears, she tugged on a strand of his inky-black hair. “I tamed the beast.”
“Yes, you did, yineka mou. You tamed the beast and turned me into a pussycat.”
Georgia laughed. “I wouldn’t go that far. You’re still not that easy to manage. But it’s okay. I’m up for the challenge.”
“Good. I love a strong woman.” He pressed another kiss to her mouth. “Or maybe it’s just you. Because I do love you, and I will love you forever.”
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