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“If this is blasphemy,” he whispers, “then send me straight to hell.”
He fills me completely in one stroke. I tuck my legs around his body and hold his head against my shoulder.
We slide together like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s easy and slow and right.
I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Here. Withhim.
Pressure builds slowly. I scrape my nails down his back and whisper in his ear, “Please come inside me.”
This time, Ivan doesn’t argue. He spills into me with a groan and then stays there. We hold each other on the floor, letting our hearts ease back to a normal rhythm.
Finally, he lifts his head and kisses my chin. “Can you walk?”
“I can barelytalk,” I correct. A smile I can’t contain spreads across my face as tears well in my eyes. “We really are doing things backwards, aren’t we?”
Ivan brushes a fallen tear from my face and shakes his head. “No. We’re doing things exactly right.”
* * *
Jorden takes one look at me as I walk down the stairs and shakes her head. “I don’t even know why I bothered.”
She’s not wrong.
I’mwrecked.
Fifteen minutes ago, I was naked and splayed open beneath Ivan. Now, I’m about to head down the aisle on legs that are still quivering from all of our scandalous pre-ceremony activities.
My updo has become a loose braid down my back and my eye makeup is a total loss. Jorden pulls out a makeup wipe and scrubs it away while cursing me and my husband-to-be under her breath for wasting all of her hard work. When she’s done, my face is pink and flushed, my lips are swollen, and the evidence of what Ivan and I did is still dripping down the insides of my legs.
But it all feels right.
Even the fact that when the double doors open and I head down the aisle, Ivan looks as good as ever. Not a hair out of place. The man is unrufflable.
From the outside, anyway. Only I know the truth.
I like that.
When he looks up at me, he’s seeing me in my lace lingerie and heels. He’s remembering the way I felt wrapped around him and dreaming about being back there again tonight.
I love being the only person who gets to see him fall apart. The only person who can bring him to his knees.
He smiles at me and the rest of the world falls away. The Bratva, our families, our friends—nothing else matters. The man I love is waiting for me. Why should I care about my ruined cat-eye?
“You look fucking incredible,” he whispers in my ear when I reach him.
I meet the minister’s eyes and then immediately look away. “Behave yourself.”
He looks me up and down. “Never.”
During the ceremony, I ignore the guests and the minister and the way Jorden and Yasha are blatantly ogling each other intensely enough to cause a scene. I ignore everything and everyone except the man in front of me.
It passes in a blur of tears and joy, capped off with a kiss that knocks me so thoroughly off my feet that Ivan has to scoop me into his arms and carry me down the aisle while our guests cheer.
He carries me straight through the house and out the double doors to the patio where our reception has been set up in the backyard.
String lights hang over the lawn and there is a stage with an orchestra playing music into the evening. It looks almost exactly like it did the first time I ever saw it.
