Chapter 78. The Inevitable

She fitted perfectly in his arms. The diamond of his eyes bored into hers as she stared at him. Lifeless. Void of any emotion.  

"Did I not tell you, I'll even myself with you, Sheharzaad?" His whisper came. Pulling up his calloused hand, he placed it warmly on her cheek. "The day you dared to slap me was the very day you sealed your fate. Did you really think that you could escape me? Did you really think I would let you go so easily?" He caressed her cheek. "I had decided," Now, he fastened his hand under her knees, fitting all her body between his arms. "You would be my woman, My Sheharzaad." His feet moved and the striking of boots against the floor resonated in the room as he carried her bridal style. A tear fell from her eye and dropped on the floor, and the next moment, it was stepped upon by his boot. "As my wife or as my mistress," his irises deeply staring into hers, who was not able to recover from the shocks he was giving her, "I would never let you go."