“What would you forsake for me?” she whispered. “Everything.” She nipped her teeth over the smooth curve of his head, cupping his balls in her palm. She squeezed. “Your title?” “Yes.” Another squeeze. “Your father?” “Yes.” She allowed herself to look at him. His eyes were shut tight, the muscles in his jaw clenched to the point of exertion. “Do you mean that?” she whispered. His eyes flew open. “You know I cannot lie.” It was enough for her.
