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Vander
My arm felt good wrapped around Grace’s waist. Even if she was stiff against me. She’d get used to it because I couldn’t stop.
All night, I touched her. I’d brushed a crumb of our wedding cake from her lips. Ran my thumb along her palm while talking to my cousins.
At first, I’d fallen into old habits. Glancing away when I felt my eyes being drawn to her. Shoving thoughts of her from my mind. I wasn’t good at it, but I’d had practice.
Then I’d twisted the ring on my finger, and it reminded me I didn’t have to turn away from the emotions. I remembered she was mine, and I was allowed to feel for her.
She was my wife now. I could touch her. Kiss her. Love her.
And I would for the rest of my life. I had years’ worth of adoration and kisses she needed to feel. I would love her so well that it wouldn’t matter that it was forbidden.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I wrapped my fingers around Grace’s wrist as she tried to pull away. She looked at me with that sweet furrow in her brow.
“Um…to my room.”
I chuckled as I pushed open the door to my bedroom and dragged her inside. It looked identical to hers, with a bathroom and walk-in closet. Floor-to-ceiling windows and a giant king-sized bed.
Tomorrow, I’d have all her things brought in here. “You’re my wife now. You sleep in my bed.”
“Wh-what? I thought…”
“You thought what?” I turned to face her, my thumb rubbing soothing circles into her wrist where her pulse was thumping like crazy.
I loved the effect I had on her. It made me believe she’d felt it, too. Maybe she’d always had. Like me.
“That this wasn’t a real marriage. That things would stay the same. You’d sleep in your bed. I’d sleep in mine. And I’d parade you around for parties when I need to show off my good little wife.”
She jerked her head in a nod, nervous from my intense stare. I brought my other hand to her face, cupping her gorgeous, smooth cheeks. Her breath hitched as I ran my thumb over her plump bottom lip. My dick jumped in my pants as her soft breath whispered across my skin.
Fuck! I was like a goddamn teenager who’d never touched a girl before. Her fucking breath made me want to come.
“You thought wrong, Sunflower. This is as real as a marriage can get. You’ll sleep with me. Spend time with me. And if you want a baby… you’ll fuck me.”
Grace licked her lips, and I fought back a groan as the tip of her tongue barely brushed my thumb. I wanted those sweet lips wrapped around my cock. I wanted to hear her gag on me. See her tears as she choked on it. She’d be so goddamn beautiful on her knees with my hand fisted in that thick red hair.
“I-I thought we’d go to a clinic or something. Like I suggested.”
I barked out a laugh. “Sunflower, I’ve already fucked you. And now you’re my wife to do with as I please.”
Her eyes widened, and she stepped away from me. I hated the loss of her warmth. Of having my hands on her.
I crowded her space, but she kept going until her back hit the wall. A smile curved my lips as she got herself trapped again.
I rested my forearm next to her head as my other hand stroked down her face, resting on her neck. Absorbing her excitement as her pulse jumped. Caging her in so she understood how much I needed her.
She wanted to pretend it was fear, but it wasn’t. I could see her blown pupils. The curiosity of what was to come behind those royal blue eyes. Hear her rapid breaths. See those tight nipples cutting through her dress.
Her breasts rose and fell as she took heavy breaths. Her nipples brushed my chest each time. I licked my lips as my gaze moved down her body.
Finally, I had her. She was mine.
A sliver of guilt tried to worm its way in. Telling me I was taking something that wasn’t mine. She was Mitchell’s wife. My brother’s wife.
Not anymore. I smiled at the thought.
“Get on the bed…wife.” Fuck, I loved the sound of it. Of my claim over her.
