“Why do you want me?” Emma looked anguished.
“I told you I loved you.” Christiaan knew if he kept trying, he might just convince her.
“Do you love me, or is it the fated bond that tells you to love me?” Emma sighed.
“Come on, Emma! You know how much I fought our bond in the beginning. Do you think I would be here if I didn’t love you?” Christiaan rubbed the sides of her arms, trying to get closer to her.
“I don’t know what to think anymore!” Emma looked pained.
“Then don’t think, just feel.” He slid his arms around her waist, pulling her up close to his chest, making her stand on her tiptoes. His hot breath blew against her lips, and she couldn’t break eye contact with him as he softly touched his lips against hers.
Kissing her once, he pulled away slightly, waiting two seconds, the
