“And do you, Zaya, take Grigory to be your husband, to have and to hold, and to protect and to love, for all of eternity?”
She smiled. “I do.”
I didn’t wait for him to continue, this entire charade no longer mattering. I pulled her into me for a kiss, sealing the vow I’d given to her three days ago that I’d kiss her just as soon as she said “I do.”
Oh, I’d kissed her since because she was Zaya and I couldn’t keep my fucking hands off of her.
But this embrace meant so much more than all the others.
This one tied our lives together before my people, proving our love to the kingdom we were both destined to reign.
Lucifer coughed, remarking that he hadn’t gotten to that part yet. But I ignored him, instead lifting my bride into my arms and walking her out of the great hall.
She giggled. I don’t think we were done.
Oh, we were done, I told her, carrying her all the way to our room.
“I’m starting to think you only married me for sex,” she teased as I tossed her onto the bed.
“I did,” I replied, loosening my tie. “I intend to spend eternity between your thighs.” I unbuttoned my jacket, hung it on a chair, then worked on my cuff links. “Take off your dress.”
“So bossy,” she murmured. “And I can’t. It’s laced up in the back.”
“Hmm.” I studied the gown as I began unbuttoning my shirt. Her gaze followed my hands, her tongue sneaking out to dampen her lips. “Pull up your skirt,” I told her. “I want to see what’s waiting for me beneath the dress.”
She smiled and slowly inched the fabric up her toned legs to reveal the scrap of lace between her thighs. “I went with red, which sort of matches your aura right now.”
I finished removing my shirt, then dropped my hand to my belt. Her eyes followed, the turquoise irises flaring with need. “I bet your aura is red, too.”
“It absolutely is,” she murmured, her fingers slipping beneath her lacy panties.
A groan caught in my throat as she slid the lace down to reveal her damp flesh. My glimpse of heaven disappeared for a moment, the panties catching around her knees, then she finished removing the damp red fabric and held it up to me on the heel of her silver shoe.
So fucking hot.
I caught her ankle and bent to take the lace between my teeth. The aroma of her need elicited a growl from my chest, the beast within me eager for a taste, but instead I took the panties and put them in my pocket as a keepsake. It was our wedding night, after all.
Her eyes glittered in approval, especially when I continued to take off my pants. I kicked them to the side with my shoes and socks, then crawled over her on the bed and allowed my hips to rest between her splayed thighs. Unlike her, I hadn’t worn anything beneath my clothes, thus allowing my cock to greet her intimately as I pressed myself against her.
“I’m going to fuck you in this dress first. Then I’ll slowly take it off and fuck you again.”
I palmed her tits through the fabric and grinned as she arched into me. “Yes.” Her approval came out on an agonized hiss as I thrust inside her slick heat. She scratched her nails down my back, a moan catching in the air between us, and then she kissed me like a woman possessed by sex.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” I breathed, her tight walls pulsating around me in a fiery grip that nearly forced me over the edge like a damn inexperienced demon.
She thrust her hips upward. “Death by fucking doesn’t sound too bad to me.”
Mmm, I hummed in agreement, pulling out of her to the tip, then sliding back in again.
“So good,” she panted.
“Only good?” I repeated the action with a little more power behind it. “I’m just going to have to try harder.”
She groaned in response, her little claws biting into my skin as she urged me to move faster. “Better,” she chanted, causing me to grin against her mouth.
I released her breasts to grab her hips, angling her to where I wanted her, then drove home again, causing her to cry out. “That’s better,” I corrected.
“Fuck,” she breathed.