Page 268 of Corrupting Camille

“Marry me.” His voice is deeper, rasping. Vulnerable. “Be mine. Legally, permanently. Let me give you everything I am.”

He thrusts slowly, deeply, holding my gaze, eyes fierce, open, unbearably tender. My pulse thunders wildly in my ears.

“Kane…”

“Say yes,” he murmurs, rocking deeper into me, eyes darkening with intensity. “Di que sí, mi amor.”

“Are you serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious about anything,” he growls softly, pressing harder, filling me completely, until I gasp against his mouth. “You’re mine. You carry my child. You own my soul. I want you in every way possible. Forever.”

He kisses me again, deep, slow, a promise sealed between us, each thrust punctuating his words.

I shatter beneath him, pleasure and shock and pure, overwhelming love pulling me under. “Yes,” I whisper, crying softly into his mouth. “Yes, Kane. God, yes.”

His entire body shudders against mine, breath releasing in a groan of relief, of reverence. He captures my mouth again as he follows me, joining our bodies and hearts so deeply I lose track of where I end and he begins.

He holds me after, pressing soft kisses to my hair, my cheek, my jaw, over and over, murmuring quiet Spanish against my skin, voice cracking open, raw and unguarded:

“Eres mi vida, Camille. Mi luz. Mi todo.”You’re my life, Camille. My light. My everything.

And as I lie beneath him, tangled in sheets and silence and sweat, his words echo through me like the softest promise, anchoring us both:

Forever.

Together.

Bound in every way that matters.

***

It’s early afternoon when Kane walks into the room, sunlight cutting sharp golden lines across the floor, illuminating him from behind like something mythic and dangerous.

He pauses in the doorway, eyes locked onto me as I stand barefoot by the open balcony, wrapped in a silk robe, the warm Miami breeze playing gently with the loose curls around my shoulders.

He’s holding something small, dark velvet resting in his palm.

I look up from my tea, instantly stilling.

“Come here,” he says quietly.

My heart trips over itself as I set my cup down and step toward him. The silk whispers around my legs, soft against suddenly sensitive skin.

He takes my hand, guiding me to sit on the edge of the bed, then kneels slowly in front of me, not subservient, never submissive, but with that quiet reverence he only ever shows me. His thumb strokes my knuckles gently, deliberately.

“I promised you,” he says, voice rough and deep, eyes locked fiercely onto mine, “I’d give you everything. Not just my name, but my loyalty. My heart. All the things I never thought I’d offer anyone.”

My breath stutters.

“Kane…”

His thumb stills over my finger, eyes never wavering.

“You said yes to forever,” he murmurs softly. “This is me promising you the same thing.”

He opens the velvet box slowly.

Inside sits a ring, simple yet impossibly perfect. An emerald-cut diamond, strikingly clear, held firmly by delicate gold bands. Elegant. Timeless. Unapologetically bold without ever screaming for attention.