Chapter Forty-Six
Max
Hours later, once we’ve gone five more rounds and regained our bearings, I stroke Ember’s hair back from her forehead with a featherlight touch. “I have something for you.”
Her eyelids slide shut. “I’ve already gotten that something. Half a dozen times, in fact. And, if it’s that other thing, lets see how you feel when it electrocutes your balls.”
I chuckle. “Something unrelated to sex.”
“That’s new.” Her eyes open, and her brows furrow. “Like… a present?”
“Yes.”
“For me?”
“Correct. Why do you look so surprised?”
She blinks ten times in a row. “I… don’t really remember getting presents, even with some of the memories coming back. There are a few times when you or a friend gave me something, but those times feel distant. Inaccessible. Kind of like a blurry dream.” Her frown deepens.
“Well, let's turn those dreams into reality.” I reach over to my nightstand, open the third drawer, and pull out a box. Ember stares at it like it’s a ticking time bomb.
“That’s a jewelry box.”
I kiss her nose. “Your observational skills never cease to amaze me.”
“And the size of your cock never ceases to amaze me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow. Or to the bathroom to take a shower, for that matter.” She gives me an accusing stare.
I hide a smile. “Stop distracting me and open your gift.”
She sits up and gingerly takes the box from me, examining it at all angles. I muster the patience required to give her space instead of ordering to open it right now or else.
After several minutes, she finally cracks the velvet lid and peers inside. Her breath catches, and I think there might even be a suspicious glimmer in her eyes.
“That’s…”
“Sagitta,” I confirm. “Don’t know how you lost the first one, and I probably don’t want to know. But this one’s prettier, more expensive, and more you.”
The stones marking the stars in the constellation are a bit bigger, and they’re a mixture of white diamonds, black diamonds, and sapphires. The chain is still white gold, and the constellation is still swirly and delicate, but it’s slightly more complex now. Just like the woman in front of me.
“Do you like it?”
She blinks again. “Yes. Very much.” her voice sounds faintly choked.
“Would you like me to put it on? I’m warning you; once I do, you’re not allowed to take it off. It’s waterproof, so you better be wearing it even in the shower.”
In response, she hands me the box and lifts her hair. I lock it around her elegant neck, then turn her to face me, so I can admire it.
“Perfect,” I murmur. “Prepare yourself, Flame. I promised myself that as soon as you put it on, I was going to fuck you and watch it jiggle along with your tits.”
She sighs. “Men.”
“I’d advise you not to think of other men in my bed, both for their wellbeing and your own. Besides, would you have it any other way?”
She stares at me, her gaze soft and warm. “No,” she says quietly. “No, I would not.”