Ruthless Vows (Letters of Enchantment, #2)

by Rebecca Ross

Despite our mundane lives, perhaps we make our own magic with words. Also, I never said I didn’t want to read your letters, now, did I? —R.

“Look at me.” His voice was pitched low. Confident and compelling. The way he had sounded before the war had come between them. “I’ll find you again when the time is right. I swear it.” “You had better,” she countered.

Iris could feel him gazing at the fingers she had laced tightly on her lap. The shine of her wedding ring. Roman hesitated. If he touches me, I will sunder in two, she thought, fire in her blood. If he touches me, I will come undone.

He stepped closer until he stood between her legs. Leaning on the desk, his hands on either side of her, he bracketed her in. Iris didn’t move, spell cast as Roman’s gaze aligned with hers. “If you had touched me today, Kitt,” she whispered. “I don’t think I could’ve hidden it anymore. Who you are to me. Who I am to you.” “Like this?” He brushed her knee with his thumb, just beneath her skirt. His touch was soft but possessive, and Iris closed her eyes. “Or this, Iris?” She could feel his fingers caress up her arm and across her shoulder, stopping at the buttons of her blouse. “Yes.” She tilted her head back when she felt his mouth on her throat.

“Did you think I would let him tell me when and how to touch you?” Roman’s voice was hoarse as he traced her jaw with his lips. “Did you think that I would let him steal this last moment from me? When I would surrender only to you, take you in my hands, and burn with you before the end comes?”