No man had taken a woman as his and his alone for centuries—and he hadn’t even asked.
He’d just told her she was to be his bride, watched her blush at the shameful term, then fisted her hair and pulled her in for a brutal, possessive kiss the moment she opened her mouth to protest.
A kiss that made clear this wasn’t up to her, and even if it were they both knew she would choose to wear his ring, share his bed, and one day bear his children. A kiss that said she was his already, and there was so much more to come as he taught her what that meant in every way.
She climaxed then and there as his tongue claimed her mouth.
She didn’t say yes, because she didn’t need to. Her body said it for her.
Blushing Bride contains mature content.