My entire body quaked, a choked sound escaping my throat as heat licked through me all over again.
God. I shouldn’t have loved it, but I did.Every. Goddamn. Time.
That possessive tone. That filthy, devoted, dominant streak of his that only came out when it was just us and the door was locked.
It hit me in the chest like worship. Like submission. Like the most obsessed kind of love.
My pussy fluttered at the sheer depravity of it, the way he didn’t just fuck me, didn’t just claim me… but made ahomeout of me. Out of my body. Made it sound holy. Made itours.
I whimpered as he knelt, big hands sliding down my thighs before he dragged my white lace thong back up my legs. He eased it into place like he wassealingsomething sacred. His cum leaked against the delicate fabric the moment it molded snug between my thighs.
Then he reached for my dress and tugged the silk back down gently, letting the skirt fall into place with reverent hands.
“Perfect.” He pressed a kiss to the small of my back. “Could look at you like this all fucking day.”
I smiled, slow and lazy, hips swaying as I sauntered away. “Give me two minutes. Then we can go.”
Then I glanced over my shoulder and nearly moaned again at the sight of him on his knees, looking up at me with stars in his eyes. Lips red and swollen, cheeks flushed, linen shirt still hanging open, pants damp with arousal.
I tipped my head with a smirk. “Perhaps you should be a good little husband and make yourself presentable. As much as I love your willingness to parade around with our cum stains on display, the goal is tonotdraw a crowd tonight. And to behave.”
He let out a low, amused hum—somewhere between a chuckle and a growl—and pushed to his feet. “Oui, madame.” Then he leaned in and pressed a loud, lingering kiss to my mouth. “Though I make no promises about thebehavingpart.”
He slapped my ass before vanishing into the walk-in closet. I padded toward the bathroom, pulse still thudding softly between my thighs.
Everything in me felt… quiet. The buzz in my brain was gone, since my husband had made it a personal mission to keep me perfectly blissed-out at all times. My body felt relaxed and my soul hummed to the rhythm of his.
I glanced at my reflection and paused. There were small differences in the way I stood and how I looked at myself. I looked tougher than I had at the start of the season. Butsomehow, more feminine too. Romantic, flustered, loved and in love.
Glowing, but grounded, like a woman who knew exactly who she was and who she belonged to.
I took my time cleaning up and slipping out of my wedding dress, hanging it on the velvet hanger it had been on this morning. The hem was stained with grass and dirt. It was wrinkled from sex. Droplets of wine and probably a splash of… other things.
It was imperfect now, messy, but no less beautiful. Full of memories, just like today.
My hair was falling loose, the pins half undone. My lip liner smudged. My powder needed touching up. I looked like a woman who’d just had all her needs met—mind, body, and soul.
I quickly ripped the pins out, twisting the front strands back again and finger-combing the rest into lazy waves. Then I reached for a washcloth to gently clean between my legs, wincing just a little from the oversensitivity.
I must’ve taken longer than I thought, because the next time I looked up, I saw him.
Callum was leaning in the doorway, freshly changed into a cream linen button-down with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of perfectly tailored navy trousers. Loose but low on his hips, effortless and expensive and devastatingly fuckable. His hair was slightly damp, his mouth stretched into a smoldering grin, that dimple popping out.
Putain de merde.
And I realized I was still just in my white lace thong like some kind of sinful, matrimonial, bridal wet dream.
In other words: his.
“You feeling okay, Mrs. Fraser?” he asked, voice rough with affection.
“Never better,” I said, bare and radiant. “But I might need another round at dinner.” I raked my gaze over him, biting my lip. “You know… as foreplay for all thatmaking loveyou keep threatening me with.”
His laugh was pure sin. “Threatening sex with more sex? Aye, Iknewyou were going to be the perfect wife.”
I broke into a fit of giggles, brushing past him to fish out the soft white sundress I’d been waiting to wear. I made a beeline toward the closet. The room smelled like salt and sex and champagne. Basically everything that had occurred here since we’d arrived.
And in it, I still felt it. Us, tied up in this space.
