The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 200

She was pressed with her back to him—a completely dominating position that left her feeling highly vulnerable and more than a little flustered.

"Miles... what's wrong?"

He didn't answer. He simply unzipped her dress, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her smooth spine.

"Does it still hurt?"

"No, not anymore."

"May I?"

Claire nodded.

The next second, Miles swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed.

Bathed in the faint moonlight spilling through the window, Claire looked up into his eyes, which were currently storming with a dark, intense hunger.

She rested her hands against his chest, voicing her confusion.

"Miles, you're acting a little strange. Did something happen?"

He ignored the question and captured her lips. "Focus."

From that point on, logic dissolved. He claimed her entirely, leaving her with absolutely zero room to protest as he took the lead.

She was so exhausted.

"Claire."

"Mmh?"

His voice was a low rumble. "Was that fried chicken at the market actually that good?"

Claire blanked. Why on earth was he bringing up food right now?

"Yeah, it was. Are you hungry? We can order room service."

Miles fell silent. As of tonight, his least favorite food on the planet was spicy fried chicken.

The night wore on.

Claire's mind was a hazy mess, but one coherent thought surfaced: she was never eating fried chicken again.

Once the storm settled, Miles carried her into the bathroom and meticulously washed every inch of her skin.

Afterward, he dropped to one knee beside the tub and gently blow-dried her hair.

When he was done, he carefully took hold of her left hand.

"Thank you, my dearest husband!"

"If you want to thank me, you should be kissing my mouth, not a rock."

Claire licked her lips, deeply amused. He really was a jealous freak, getting competitive with a piece of jewelry.

She gripped the slippery edge of the tub, pulling herself up just enough to graze his jaw. "Thank you, honey!"

She tipped her chin up, looking ridiculously brave and willing to sacrifice herself.

"If that's not enough, we can go one more round."

The temperature in the small bathroom began to climb rapidly.

Miles expertly suppressed his immediate instincts, lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles instead.

It was a featherlight touch, filled with total devotion.

He carried her back to bed. Claire immediately cuddled up against his side, hooking her pinky around his.

There was a matching platinum band resting on his left hand.

Her voice was impossibly sweet. "Miles, when did you even buy these?"