"Would you marry me?"
The words left out without a second thought. That was the perfect solution to all the anxiety I've carried for the last few weeks.
Marriage. The perfect shackles.
Except Luther doesn't seem eager to say yes.
But that's ok.
After all, for such a decision to be taken in my favor, I already knew I had to put in the work.
I traced my tongue from his earlobe, down his jaw. My mouth lingered there just for a moment before nibbling softly on his Adam's Apple, earning me a breathless, muffled groan.
"You don't know what you're saying! It's just the pheromones talking…"
"No. I know. Please?"
Placing short kisses on his collarbone, I could hear his heartbeat speeding frantically. He didn't push me or stop me. He just covered his face, trying to conceal the fact that he was losing his reason.
Because of me.
Because of what I was doing.
