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Doing his best to keep the impatience from his voice, River replied. "Yes, enjoy the day. I want to spend some time alone with my new wife."
Anne's cheeks turned pinked. "Of course, Doctor. Once I fetch a few things, I won't be back until tomorrow. I'm going to stay with my sister."
Nora smiled at her. "Thank you, Anne."
After the fae witch bobbed a curtsey, she rushed off toward the back stairs, leading to the servants’ bedrooms below.
River scooped Nora off her feet and she squeaked. "River!"
He grinned, walked inside, and shut the door with his foot. "What? It's tradition to bring the bride over the threshold." She frowned, but he kissed her quickly and added, "Now, come on. I want to unwrap my beautiful vampire and do lots and lots andlotsof dirty things to her."
And as he carried Nora up the stairs to their bedroom, his dick and balls ached as his heart pounded.
He was going to claim his wife, make her come so many times she forgot her name, and probably speed along the conception of their first child.
It was a shitton of things to happen at once, but none of it scared him. He wanted it all. And he was impatient to get started.
ChapterThirty
As River carried Nora up the stairs, she couldn't look away from the thumping pulse in his neck.
In such a short time, she'd become so bloody addicted to his taste.
He would offer anytime, and she knew that. However, she wanted to complete the claiming tonight so her instinct would calm down, enough for River to show her all the things he'd promised to do to her body.
Things she'd been dreaming about for days.
So she'd just have to keep her fangs out of his neck until his cock was inside her.
River laid her gently on the bed and Nora blinked. She'd been so transfixed that she hadn't realized they were already in their new bedroom with dark, wooden furniture, too dark green wallpaper, and a threadbare carpet of red and gold on the floor.
But she didn't pay attention to that or how she'd change everything as soon as she could. No, Nora watched as River tossed his jacket to the side, tore off his tie, and went to work on the buttons of his waistcoat and shirt.
The second he bared his chest, her mouth went dry. Despite the fact he still had lots of healing scars, not to mention some of his tattoos were still ruined, and he had gained some weight but still had more to put on—according to him—she wanted to lick his skin, nuzzle the patch of hair on his chest, and merely feel his warmth against hers.
Of course that meant she'd have to be naked too.
And for a split second, she froze.
River had yet to see the other scars on her body. Since she'd mentioned them once or twice in the past, maybe he hadn't tried to undress her because he wanted to keep her dress on, so he wouldn't have to see them.
His hand cupped her cheek and she looked into his green eyes. "Where'd you go, baby? One second you were devouring me with your eyes, and then you looked away, almost as if ashamed."
As he stroked the skin under her chin, she blurted, "You haven't seen all my scars yet."
He raised an eyebrow. "And you think that will make me walk away and reject you?" She nodded and he took her hand and guided it to his crotch. She gasped at the hard, rather large bulge there. "Does that feel like I don't want you? You're so fucking sexy to me, Nora. Scars, no scars, it doesn't matter. I want to feel your soft curves in my hand, kiss every inch of your body, and make you so needy and wet and swollen for me, you think you'll die if I don't finally fuck you."
At the smoldering heat in his gaze, Nora knew he told the truth and her reticence faded.
River wanted her just as she was.
Needing to touch his skin and ensure he was real, she put a hand on his chest, over his heart. He sucked in a breath and whispered, "I can't wait to feel those soft fingers everywhere, baby. Gripping my dick, cupping my balls, stroking my back. You have no idea how much damn power you have over me, Nora Vale. I love you."
At the sound of her new surname, Nora's lingering doubts vanished. This was her husband, her love, and her fated lord. River had never, not once, made her feel plain, or plump, or somehow undesirable.
She trusted him. And it was time to fully embrace that. "I don't care about holding power over you, River. I don't think I'll even need to use that." She gestured toward the small, long box that held the magically infused rod that could knock River unconscious with a mere touch. "Just make me yours completely, right here, right now, and let me do the same."
With a growl, he kissed her and then quickly shed his shoes, trousers, and underthings until he stood naked next to the bed.
