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As soon as the words were out of his mouth, River resisted tensing. He hadn't meant to allude to ownership, or marks proving she was his; it could too easily bring up her past.
However, she leaned down and nibbled his jaw. "Only if I get to do the same."
He groaned and moved her head until he could kiss her again. As he stroked, and licked, and explored, he knew he'd never, ever fucking get enough of his vampire bride.
Only when he finally let her up for air did Nora search his eyes with hers and say softly, "Don't hold back with me, River. You're different from every male I've ever met. I love those differences, which include some rather obscene language from time to time." He grinned and she continued, "Our rule of honesty extends to the claiming and intimate relations. I want all of you, Dr. Vale. And I mean it."
Stroking her soft cheek, he murmured, "And I want all of you, Mrs. Vale. Are you sure I can't tear off your dress in the carriage and make it true right here and now?"
She lightly hit his chest. "No. I barely had time to find a maid of all work to help at our house until I hire the rest of the staff. I don't want to traumatize her or send her fleeing in embarrassment. I'm not sure I could do more than make toast, and that's not the way to start our marriage."
"I rather like toast, especially if it's served with a side of pussy…"
She shook her head. "You're incorrigible."
He wagged his eyebrows and she laughed. The sound echoed in the carriage, one of the best fucking things about the day.
Any day, really. Because Nora deserved to laugh often.
Although given it was their fucking wedding day, he wanted some more squirming, and moaning, and teasing.
River slowly strummed her nipples with his thumbs, debating if he should just pull her bodice down and taste them when Nora moved a hand to his ears.
At the first light brush of the pointed tips, his breath hitched. Touching a fae witch's ear tips was nearly as fucking good as touching their dick or clit.
And he definitely leaned into Nora's soft strokes, almost purring as she lightly pinched the tips. Leaning over, her hot breath caressed his sensitive skin; in, out, over and over again, to the point he was about to demand her to do more. However, before he could ask, Nora finally kissed the pointed tip of one ear, and he groaned. Her sweet, hot lips were like heaven. Then she ran her fang against it, back and forth, the hard yet light touch made his heart pound and dick like solid stone.
Fuck.If he didn't distract her, he'd come in his pants. And more than anything, River was determined to save it for when he could finally fuck her cunt.
So he pinched both her nipples at the same time.
Nora squeaked and he took advantage of it to thread his fingers through her hair and bring her mouth to his.
He had no idea how long their tongues battled, teeth lightly clashed, or they gripped each other close as if they were each afraid the other would suddenly disappear. However, when someone pounded on the side of the carriage, he broke the kiss and noticed they'd stopped moving.
River did his best to smooth Nora's hair, although it was hopeless to think no one would think they'd made out in the carriage.
"I look a fright, don't I?"
He kissed her nose. "No, you look thoroughly, what's the word they use in this time? Debauched. Yeah, you’re looking fucking debauched, baby."
She sighed overdramatically and he chuckled.
The pounding started again. Nora slid off his lap and it took everything he had not to haul her back. She gestured toward the exit. "Come on. The driver will keep doing that until we disembark." Her look turned coy. "Besides, I'm rather eager to fully explore our bedroom."
Nora opened the door before he could haul her back to kiss the shit out of her teasing mouth.
She'd come so far, and River still had so fucking much to show her still.
Once they were both on the ground, they looked up a second at the two-story home situated at the end of a row of attached houses.
It was red brick, with some windows, and in all honesty, wasn't something amazing to write home about. But it was their home, and River was more than ready to christen it with lots and lots of sex.
He grabbed Nora's hand, tugged her up the stairs, and opened the front door. A startled young female with blonde hair stood on the other side; it was their fae witch maid of all work. She stammered, "Dr. and Mrs. Vale. You're early."
River wanted to growl, but thankfully Nora was more polite. "Yes. I hope everything is ready, Anne?"
Anne bobbed her head. "Of course. I have the cold repast assembled in the kitchen, the bedding has been changed, and the room aired. Are you sure you wish me to have the rest of the day off?"
