Cruel King (Royal Elite 0)

“Fuck.” His pale eyes shine with potent possessiveness and affection. “Repeat that.”

“Husband?”

He nods sharply.

“My husband.” I flutter kisses over his neck, jaw, and the curve of his mouth. “My love, my life, and my everything.”

A low growl rips from his throat as he grips my hips and climbs atop of me. “My wife. My everything.”

A week later, he seals that promise with a deep kiss.

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THE END