King stares at me like he canât believe me.
Like he wonât believe me.
I watch his throat work. âHow?â
âBecause you gave me no choice,â I tell him honestly. âI tried to hate you. I really did. But I couldnât.â I want to move closer to him. Want him to hold me. But I donât dare. Not yet. âAnd I was never scared of you, King. Just hurt.â
âBecause of me.â Kingâs voice scratches through the room.
I nod. âYeah, he came after me because of you. But you stopped him. And if anyone ever comes after me again, youâll stop them too.â
âI wonât ever let you get hurt again.â
âYouâre hurting me now.â My voice finally cracks, all the pain and love and anguish breaking through. âYou took me. And made me yours. I got used to your warmth. But then you took it away.â A tear escapes down my cheek. âI donât want to be cold anymore.â
âSavannah.â He takes one halting step toward me.
âYou made me love you,â I accuse him. âYou told me you were proud of me.â
âI am proud of you,â he takes another step closer.
âYouâve always saved me when I needed you most.â
âHoneyâ¦â heâs only a step away now.
âPlease stop pushing me away. Itâs okay if you donât love me yet, just donâtâ¦â
King closes the distance, his big palms cupping my face. âThere is no yet, Savannah Baby.â His thumbs brush across my cheeks. âPlease stop crying. I love you too fucking much to watch you cry.â
I love you too fucking muchâ¦
They arenât the words I expected to hear, but theyâre the ones I wanted to hear.
And maybe itâs too good to be true.
âKing,â I reach up and grab his forearms. âYou donât have to say it justâââ
âStop talking,â he steps closer, our chests are touching, and uses his hold on me to tip my head back so my eyes stay on his. His voice sounds just as choked as mine does. âI wonât ever lie to you. Youâre my wife. My fucking Queen. And I love you with my entire disgusting heart.â He brushes away more tears. âI donât deserve you. Orâ¦â I watch his throat work as he nods towards the paintings around us. âI donât deserve your art. Or your smiles. Or your joy. After everything Iâve done to you⦠Baby, the last thing I deserve is your love. But if you mean it. If youâve found a way to let me inside your beautiful soul, then Iâm going to stay there.â
I nod my head as best I can. âI mean it.â
His broad chest expands on the largest inhale. And when he lets his breath out, he lowers his forehead to mine.
âIâm sorry I pushed you away.â His apology is so soft. âIâm so sorry I failed you, so many times.â
âYou didnât,â I whisper.
âI did,â he whispers back. âBut Iâll never fail you again. So long as there is breath in my body, Iâll never fail you again.â
He hasnât.
And he wonât.
The feeling of being cherished fills my heart and I tip my face up, pressing my lips to his.
Heâs so gentle. So tender in the way he kisses me back that I donât need him to say the words again.
But he does anyway.
âI love you, Savannah.â
I slide one hand up his arm until my palm is over his heart. âI believe you. I can feel it.â
The sound he makes keeps the tears streaming from my eyes.
âMy King,â I tell him. âMy love.â I tell him.
His mouth presses against my neck as he bends, slipping his hands down until heâs gripping my ass and lifting me into the air. âI need all of you. Right now, I need all of you.â