"My only faith used to be in myself." Caden Reginald lazily embraced the woman in his arms, his lips parting slightly. His voice, low, husky, and captivating, was as rich and sweet as a thousand-year-old vintage.
At his words, a flicker crossed Seraphina Ashworth's clear eyes. 'Used to be? Faith has a past and present?' Her lips moved as if to speak, but Caden Reginald cut her off with his next words.
A slight curve touched Caden Reginald's thin lips, and his jet-black eyes instantly overflowed with doting affection. His voice, deep and magnetic, was infinitely tender yet firm and absolute. "But ever since I met you, you've become my faith. My one and only."
"Become my faith."
"My one and only."
Those two simple phrases slammed into Seraphina Ashworth's soul with unstoppable force. As she met the man's resolute, jet-black eyes, his words echoed from her ears to her very core, circling and stirring waves in her heart that refused to fade.
