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promised myself I’d give it to you soon and soon turned into more than a year.” He dumped the contents into his palm.
    Aylia sucked in a breath at the sight of the diamond and ruby ring he’d picked out for her, before her gaze lifted to his and he explained his choice. “We were both born in July so I thought our birthstone made a perfect engagement ring. Marry me, Aylia. Be my wife and my mate. You’re already my heart and soul. I was miserable without you and desperate to protect you. I regret ever sending you away. I just hope you can forgive me. But whether you do or you don’t, I swear to you that I’ll spend a lifetime making it up to you.”
    Tears streamed down her face. “No. No, I can’t take that. I love you, Nico, but...I--”
    He kissed her, a deep passionate, salt-tinged kiss. “Marry me, Aylia.”
    “I can’t.”
    “He kissed her again, taking his time, making love to her with his mouth, his tongue, before again saying, “Marry me.”
    “Nico,” she whispered huskily. “Damn it, you don’t understand.”
    “Aylia,” he countered. “Damn it. I love you.”
    “I love you, too,” she whispered. “I love you so very much, Nico.”
    “Then just say ‘yes’ woman. There is nothing but you between us. My King has approved our marriage wholeheartedly and I’ll go ask for your hand with your mother and try to get her over being so pissed off at me. I know she’s very traditional, and I’m not above kissing her ass to win your hand. We’ll have a huge ceremony or a small one. Or we’ll run off to the real Italy, rather than our little hotel world. You’ve always wanted to travel. Whatever you want, baby, that’s what we will do.”
    “What if-”
    “Aylia,” he said, cutting off what was certain to be an objection. “There is no ‘what if’. I knew the instant I first saw you that you were my mate. Every instinct in me screamed ‘mine.’ I’ve never experienced that with anyone.” He pulled the tie on her robe and slid it away from her body. His fingers ran down the center of her breasts before he flattened his hand over her heart. “Mine.”
    Her eyes softened instantly and she breathed out his name. “Nico.”
    He tossed his shirt off, then drew her hand to his chest. “Your turn.”
    She stared at him and then slowly smiled. “Mine.”
    Relief washed over him and was quickly replaced by possessiveness. His woman. His wife. His mate. He took her hand and slid the ring on her finger.”
    She stared down at it. “It’s perfect. I love it.” Her big green eyes lifted to his. “And I love you. I do. I really, really do.”
    “And you’ll marry me.”
    She nodded. “Yes.”
    He smiled and stood up, quickly undressing, and then snatching a small knife from his pocket. She arched a brow. “What is that for?”
    “You know what it’s for,” he said, sitting down and reaching for her.
    “We can’t mate,” she said. “Don’t torture me with proving that.”
    He pulled her across his lap, the V of her body settling on top of his cock. “It’s a ritual of love. It doesn’t have to bond us physically to mean something. And maybe the fates will have pity on us, and it will.”
    “Nico--”
    He kissed her. “I love you.” He lifted her, and wrapped his hand around his cock to guide it inside her, until she’d taken all of him. Until she had all of him. His body, his soul, and his heart.
    He took her hand. “It’ll hurt.”
    “I know.”
    “If it works...the crescent moon would appear on my palm right away? And we’ll have a bond that--”
    “We already have a bond,” he said, brushing hair from her face. “There is not way that this can be anything but right, Aylia. This is just for us, okay?”
    She hesitated and then, “Yes. Okay.”
    He sliced his palm and then took her hand and sliced it. She gasped and he swallowed the sound, dropping the knife before pressing their palms together. Slowly, he began to move inside her, trying to make her forget the