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“Hmm.” He’s playing with my hair.
“I want you to lose control with me. Nothing turns me on more than you undone. You’re always so…sometimes it doesn’t even seem like you’re breathing hard. I love it when you control me, and just a little bit of pain.”
Yellow glows. “I was trying to be careful. You’re so much smaller than me. There was also a part of me that just enjoyed making love with you. We don’t fuck, no matter what I said before. It isn’t fucking when I love you. When I can’t breathe deep until I’m inside you. Before fucking was like sleeping or eating, feeding a need—nowyouare my need.”
“Even if I liked it?” I wonder.
“If you like it then we can do both. There is no one way for us. We make our rules, no one else.” Catching my hand in his, he presses a kiss to the center of my palm. “How many children will you give me?”
“I have a choice?” I widen my eyes.
His chuckle is unrepentant. “I want at least two, I think any less than three and I will spoil the shit out of them. It would not be good. But I will not complain if you want less.”
The feel of his cheek beneath my palm is too much of an enticement to pass up. “Hmm…good, because I want a half dozen like you grew up with. Just me and Carina felt so lonely at times. I would like five or six. Is that all right?”
“I can think of nothing more pleasurable than giving you as many children as you want.” His husky voice is throbbing with intent.
I’m not done yet, learning all the things I’ve wondered about this man. My husband who loves me and is going to give me all the love I need and ask for…and hopefully spankings.
I trace over the numerals on his chest. “What does this mean?”
An eyebrow goes up. “It’s the day we met, February nineteenth. You and that kitten were the best thing to ever happen to me.”
Milos was so obsessed with me he inked the day we met into his skin. Something has to be wrong with me for loving it so much. This man tattooed… Wait. “The tattoos on the back of your hands?”
Bringing his arms around me, he shows me the tattoo on his right hand, tracing it slowly. “Heavenly.”
“My name means heavenly.” I exhale.
He nods, showing me his left hand. “Celia. So I could see them whenever I needed to.”
I lift my hand to his face in awe. No words will come, none are needed. His kiss tells me everything. He enters my body in one sweet push. The sting is still there, grounding me to him.
I’m so close that in only minutes I’m breaking apart around him. Milos comes with me, his mouth still on mine. His air is my air, our moans of pleasure mingling and becoming one, the same as us.
Chapter34
Celia
The dayof our wedding starts too early for how late Milos wakes me up. I’m ordered to have a long hot soak and to wash my hair but don’t dry. I don’t dare do anything other than what I’m told.
A hairdresser and a makeup artist arrive and the next two hours are a whirlwind of hairspray and chatter of the upcoming day.
Once I’m finished I stand in front of the mirror. Wow, the women were magical. I look like a princess, so beautiful it shocks me.
When I go downstairs I find Carlo pacing back and forth. “I didn’t think you’d show.”
Glaring at me, he shakes his head. “This is business. Your man told me I wasn’t here to walk you down the aisle and he’d find a new associate. Thinks me not being here would be a smack to you, especially with all oflafamiliahere. Don’t worry, I won’t stay long.”
“Good.”
I hate the way his hand is tight around my arm as if he were forcing me down the aisle. Then I catch sight of Milos standing proudly in front of the judge. All the air is trapped inside me. He’s in a black-on-black tuxedo cut to perfection on his beautiful, powerful body. His yellow eyes are glowing as they catch mine and hold. My husband, my forever.
The short, simple ceremony is perfect. Every word is engraved on my heart, as well as how proudly and firmly Milos says he will. When I slide his ring on, he grasps my hand tight and uses it to bring me to him, kissing me before the judge tells him too. I’m so caught up in his kiss I barely hear the laughter of the crowd behind us. As Milos pulls away his eyes glitter with promise—soon.
Only it isn’t soon enough. The rest of the day both flies by and is so slow I can barely bear it. Milos never leaves my side, his arm around me, pressing up against me. We’re constantly teased about our kiss and how long have we actually been married for?
Finally, just when my control is at a breaking point, Milos picks me up, tosses me over his shoulder and tells everyone to have a nice night, thanks for coming.
