Happiness. A warm aura radiated from Nicholas as his heart brimmed with the happiness of finally having what he wanted the most—his little moon.
He couldn't hide his joy, the satisfaction, and the dark pleasure that filled him to the core at the fact, the undeniable reality, that he had finally owned his little moon. He had finally truly made her his.
Nicholas had claimed Isabella a long time ago, and now he had trapped her with him for eternity. He had trapped her in his cage. Now there was no escape from it, no turning back.
His moon belonged to him. She had confessed, surrendered, and finally given herself to him. Now she was his. For eternity, his.
This fact wrapped around Nicholas like an intoxicating embrace, making both him and his devil the happiest they had ever been, as Nicholas felt a boundless joy and a sense of completion.
Both he and his demon reveled in that beautiful truth, satisfied at last getting what they desired after years of maddening yearning.
