In the dim, amber glow of the lights, he’d spun her round, placing a kiss to the nape of her neck before whispering in her ear. “Nothing metal or stone will bind you as my word. Nothing will hold you place steadier than my hand. And nothing will make you feel as secure as my arms. All of that being said, there is no other place in the world for this to go than around such a perfect neck.”
Much later, across the room, past the decadent guests at the party, she’d caught his eye and smiled, her fingers ghosting across her collarbone to finger at the thick-laden metal. He tipped his glass up to her, such a cordial offering, and quietly mouthed “Mine."
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