"Or even thinks of harming my woman." My voice dropped to a growl, raw and final. "But I will never hurt my own woman." I leaned closer, my breath hot against her ear, my voice a dark whisper. "You should know that."
Lorena exhaled sharply, her dark eyes searching mine—for truth, for lies, for something real. "After I become your woman…" she murmured, her voice laced with defiance—and fear, but something else too—something hopeful, something wild.
"Will you treat me like a caged canary?" Her fingers tightened on the wheel, her knuckles white, but her voice was steady, challenging.
I shook my head, my voice firm, unwavering, possessive. "Never," I growled, my fingers brushing against the seat, imagining them tangled in her hair, pulling her close—not to control her, but to free her.
"I will never restrict you, Lorena," I said, my gaze burning into hers. "Never cage you." My voice softened, just slightly, but no less intense.
