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“I, Greyson Andrews, take you, Marianna Elizabette Marcosa, to be my lawfully wedded wife. I promise to be your compass when things get difficult, your home when home feels too far away, and your safe space when everything gets a little too loud. To build a life with you, whatever that looks like. Live with you, fight with you, and love you. Forever.”
“The rings?”
Nate passed over my engagement ring, and I could barely breathe as Grey turned back to me with a smile so wide it stole my breath. My fingers were steady as he slipped the ring back on and brought it to his mouth for a kiss. “With this ring, I claim you as mine. My wife, my lover, my heart. Always.”
Dominic passed me the other ring, his fingers dragging along my palm in support. Beaming, I took Grey’s hand in mine and slid the band back where it belonged. “With this ring, I claim you as mine. My husband, my lover, my heart. Always.”
A possessive thrill went through me at the words, and I wondered if I’d get over hearing them.
My husband.
“Have you decided what last name you’re taking?”
“Marcosa.” Greyson answered before I could, and I could feel my heart swell with happiness. Nothing about this felt real, but it was. He was mine forever.
The minister smiled again. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Marcosa. You may now kiss your bride.”
Greyson moved first, wrapping one hand around my hair, sliding the other around my body until there was no breathing room between us. All I could do was drown in his kiss as he pressed our lips together.
This was a kiss of love, loyalty, and respect we’d spent decades building. It was the culmination of years spent together yet apart and a promise that we’d never have to endure that again.
It was everything.
When it was over, we went through the motions of signing the marriage certificate, and I whispered that Donnaghal and Sons had already sorted out our marriage license. The minister left, with Nate and Dominic following soon after. I’d expected them to stay with us, but other than a quick kiss to my cheek, they disappeared with happy congratulations.
Alone at last, I turned to Grey and found his eyes hot on my skin. “What now?”
He smirked and tugged me toward the first pew, taking a seat and dragging me onto his lap. “Now, I fuck my wife.”
Anticipation made my fingers tingle, but the bandage on his neck held me back. Grey, who was always so aware of me, twisted like he’d lay me down on the bench, and I reacted. Hand on his neck, forcing him back until there was nothing for him to do but sit. “You’re not doing anything that’s going to risk your recovery.”
“I’m not waiting either,” he said softly. “Not when I’ve waited my whole life for this.”
Those big hands rocked my hips, forcing me to rub myself against his straining cock. Despite the layers of clothing between us, I shivered at the feel of him, hard and ready between my thighs.
Did I really want to wait? No. That was why I’d done all of this, because I couldn’t wait.
But I wouldn’t let him get hurt either.
I slid off his lap, and even though I could see he was disappointed, he let me go easily. Just as he went to slide off the bench, I pulled the T-shirt off my body. “You’re going to sit there and take it. I’ll do all the work.”
He licked his lips as I slid the rest of my clothes off, baring my skin to him and the candles. Grey’s throat worked as he looked me over, nothing but devotion in his gaze. “Jesus, you’re beautiful.”
“Not sure we should be invoking him in his domain,” I said wryly, dropping to my knees to help him undress too. I left hot kisses along his skin in places, nips and bites in others, taking my time until his cock bobbed in front of me, hard and nearly dripping.
Slipping onto his lap, letting our bodies touch everywhere, felt as natural as breathing and more erotic than it had before. “What do you want, Greyson?”
“You,” he swore, lifting my hips until I hovered right above him. “Just you.”
The slide onto Grey’s cock was all-consuming, as was the slow, delicious pace I kept. We were connected in body, spirit, mind, and soul. The rings on our fingers and the vows in our ears. There was nothing hurried about us as we took turns touching and teasing, kissing and sucking.
“Are you going to regret this in the morning?”
“Never.” I swirled my hips until he was cursing against my skin. “Are you?”
“How could I when I’ve wanted you forever?”
Remembering all the glances he sent my way when no one was looking and the way he supported me, even when it meant keeping him at a distance, made my heart hurt.
