Isabel's breath hitched sharply. Fresh tears spilled down as she closed her eyes tightly.
"You manipulated my marriage… my entire life… just because you wanted me for yourself?"
"Yes," Azael said without hesitation, his tone raw and honest. "I know it was wrong. I know I'm selfish and cruel. But I can't regret it completely… because it brought you closer to me. Because now you're here, in my arms, with me."
He slowly sat up while still buried deep inside her, wrapping his arms tightly around her naked body. Their faces were mere inches apart. With trembling thumbs, he gently wiped away her tears.
"I love you, Isabel," he whispered, his voice breaking.
"Not just your body. I love your kindness. The way you always took care of me when I was weak and sick. The way you smiled at me even when I was cold and distant. I want you forever. Not as a mistress. Not as a secret. As mine. Completely mine."
