Slowly my mouth curves up, intense satisfaction flooding my chest.
Jesus Christ.
It's done.
Mariya actually went through with marrying me and said
she loves me. Guilt threatens to ruin the moment because I took advantage of her intoxicated state, but I shove that shit deep
down.
Lifting my hands, I frame her face, the black wedding band on my ring finger, reminding me we're bound until death. "You're mine, Mariya Cotroni."
Christ, hearing my last name attached to her name is everything
My eyes drift over her beautiful features, unbelief filling my veins. Every ounce of my love, the possessiveness she makes me feel, and my obsession with her are clear as fucking day in my voice. "My wife."
She scrunches her nose, looking happier than I've ever
seen her. "I like that."
Lowering my head, I tenderly press my mouth to hers. I take a deep breath of the fresh scent always floating around her, and the moment her lips part, my tongue slips inside her heat, savoring her unique taste.
Unlike earlier in the club, I'm overly conscious of every stroke of her velvety tongue against mine. I imprint the kiss
deep in my heart, knowing it might have to last me a while before I get to kiss her again.