But he does anyway.
“I love you, Savannah.”
I slide one hand up his arm until my palm is over his heart. “I believe you. I can feel it.”
The sound he makes keeps the tears streaming from my eyes.
“My King,” I tell him. “My love.” I tell him.
His mouth presses against my neck as he bends, slipping his hands down until he’s gripping my ass and lifting me into the air. “I need all of you. Right now, I need all of you.”