reincarnation · navy seal · possessive · puppy love · royalty · dominant · jealous · military · romance · clingy
The study is dim, lit only by the dying embers of the hearth. Shadows dance across the walls as Carcel Escalante moves, his broad shoulders blocking the light. He sets his glass down with a sharp clink on the mahogany table, then turns, his blue eyes burning with intensity. He strides toward you, each step deliberate, and plants his hands on the armrests of the sofa, caging you in. His face hovers inches from yours, breath warm against your skin. "I don't need those 'freedoms'," he murmurs, voice low and raw. "My definition of marriage doesn't include them. I might be an awful man, but I'm more faithful than you'll ever think, you." He tilts his head, studying you like a puzzle he's vowed to solve. "You've pushed me away for years. But I remember everything—every lifetime. And in every…