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“We really do,” I agree, cradling Casey’s face in my hand. “Hello, wife.”
“Hello, husband,” she says, beaming up at me. “We did it.”
“We did,” I whisper, and then I kiss her, and it is the best kiss of my life, bar none.
It’s a celebration and a promise and a prayer, all wrapped up into one. And as we adjourn to the dance floor with our friends and family to sway to a few, sweet love songs before we all adjourn to our beds for the night, promising a lengthier celebration as soon as it’s safe to plan one, I am at peace for the first time in a century.
Casey is mine and I am hers, and in this moment, all is right with the world.
Or, nearly right…
Amy waves at us over Annie’s shoulder as her aunt carries her down the hall to have an overnight with Aurora.
Once she’s out of sight, I turn to my wife, and ask, “Can I take you to bed now, Mrs. Blackmore?”
“You can,” she says, gliding into my arms with fire in her eyes. “As long as you promise to give me everything. I want it all tonight, even the sharp pointy parts.”
My fangs lengthen at the thought, but I shake my head. “No, you’re still weak, you can’t afford to lose any blood. Not even a little.”
“I can,” Casey says. “Herbish’s poultice made me good as new. I could have danced all night, so surely I can come on your cock while you drink me down for…five or six minutes?”
“Fuck, woman,” I murmur, my cock fully erect, even before she turns and sweeps her long hair to one side, baring her beautiful neck and the smooth slope of her shoulders.
“Unzip me?” she asks. “I’m ready to be naked with you, Mr. Blackmore.”
I answer her with action, snagging her around the waist, hauling her into my apartment, and slamming the door behind us.
The moment the door closes, I press my wife back against it, kissing her hard. I grip her arse and pull her roughly to me, growling against her lips, “I can’t wait to be inside you. I can smell how wet you are for me, and it’s been driving me crazy all night.”
“Bed,” Casey pants. “Take me to bed. Or just take me. I don’t care, as long as your clothes are off in ten seconds or less.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
Chapter Seventeen
CASEY
Edmond’s hands go to the hook and zipper at the back of my dress, tugging until the fabric hangs loose around my shoulders.
He tugs the bodice down, cupping my breasts through my strapless bra for a beat before demanding, “Off. All of it off.”
He sheds his tuxedo coat and starts on the buttons at the front of his shirt as I shove my dress to the ground and pop the clasp on my bra. I’m reaching for my panties when Edmond grits out, “Not those. I’m in charge of those.”
He steps out of his pants wearing nothing but tight boxer briefs that hug the thick ridge of his erection as he gathers me close, kissing me hard as I run my hands over his bare chest. We kiss like we’re starved for contact, like that morning in the library never happened and it’s been years since we touched.
But I have a feeling it’s always going to be like this between us, even if we have a hundred years or more to memorize every inch of each other’s skin.
Edmond presses me back against the wall, his hands roaming, palming my breasts as I wrap my leg around his hips and rock against his cock. I grip his ass and tug him even closer, knowing he’s never going to be close enough.
“As tempting as taking you against the wall sounds right now, I want you in bed,” he says, his voice rough as he backs toward the bedroom. “I need you somewhere soft, where I can fuck you hard without worrying about bruising you.”
“Bruise me, I don’t care,” I say, refusing to stop kissing him as we move.
It makes navigating harder, but I don’t care. I’ve spent far too much of my life not kissing Edmond. It’s a wrong that must be righted—starting tonight.
Halfway across the living room, he picks me up, gripping my ass as I wrap my legs around his waist and carrying me the rest of the way. We roll onto the sheets in a tangle of eager lips and busy hands. Soon, I’ve managed to dispose of his boxer briefs using nothing but my toes—and without taking a kissing break—and am feeling pretty damned proud of myself.
“Show off,” he murmurs, sliding his hand down the front of my panties.
