Chapter 162
Emmaline
It's always amazing how he reacts this way each time.
I step out of the massive dress pooling at my feet. It was so hard putting it on—hours of pins and buttons and careful hands—but with a few releases, it falls away. The crystals catch the light one last time before settling into a glowing heap on the floor.
I step out of the dress.
Now I stand in nothing but my heels.
The lingerie.
The garter belts.
And the veil, still trailing behind me, still caught in my hair.
Daelan wipes his hands on his pants.
He's seen me naked over a hundred times. In showers. In beds. In the dark and in the light. And each time, he acts like it's the first time ever.
Like he cannot believe his eyes.
Like he is seeing something holy.
I smile.
He walks toward me, then stops.
Makes a U-turn.
Walks to the nightstand. Picks up the limiter. Straps it around his wrist. The metal gleams once, then settles against his skin, sealing his mana, bringing him down to my level.
