The carriage barely rolled to a stop before Jasper lifted her into his arms again, refusing to let her walk even a single step. His grip was firm but reverent, as though she were something precious he could never risk dropping. The cold air of the Snow Manor touched her skin only briefly before they entered the warmth of their home.
Nicole's fingers curled in his shirt.
"Jasper… I can walk," she whispered, though she didn't push him away.
He didn't even acknowledge the words.
His eyes stayed locked on hers dark, warm, hungry as he carried her through the halls, past the wide windows glowing with soft lantern light. Every servant lowered their gaze, giving them privacy, sensing the Lords mood without needing to be told.
The bedroom door shut behind them with a quiet click.
Still holding her, Jasper leaned down and kissed her gently at first… then deeper. His lips lingered, tasting her, as if confirming she was truly in his arms.
