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He moaned, and his hand gripped my hair to a gloriously torturous mixture of pain and pleasure.

His dominating kiss was scorching my insides, and for once I had no issue with letting a man be in control for this introduction of tongues.

“Oh fuck, marry me,” he groaned, and I kissed him harder. My body latched onto his in seconds, reveling in the feel of him under me and his hands on my bare back beneath my top. I was getting lost, and I didn’t want to lose this feeling. Leon Daniels was something worth fighting for.  My next words were made with complete confidence.

“Right now,” I demanded. With me wrapped around his waist, he lifted us up, dropped a few large bills on the table then carried me out the door with our lips never parting. Every wall, every streetlight on the way to the small, late-night chapel was part of our exhibition.  My skin craved his hands, my kisses wordless pleas to feel him everywhere all at once.

He nudged the door opened with my back pressed to it, and I groaned, feeling the wood bite into my skin slightly. I liked this roughness.

“Marry us now, friar!” I called out to whoever was in the chapel, grinning.

“No friars here,” a man replied, stepping out from a door to the right.

“Well, I want to fuck my boyfriend here and we are kinda waiting till marriage. So let’s get this show on the road.” I winked and went back to nipping at Leon’s swelling lips.

“Just a moment, do you have any witnesses with you?” the preacher man asked and we shook our head no. He said he would get us some for an extra fee, which was great. I didn’t care one bit who witnessed us sealing our fates together.

Leon set me down, and we walked toward the end of the aisle.

“No regrets?” I asked him as we grabbed hands and waited for the whole I’m-with-you-till-the-end speech started.

“I’d never deserved something so precious as you, Lilith. But I vow that I’m going to sew our broken souls together and protect the good remaining inside us.”

And just like that, we were husband and wife in the eyes of all.

He picked me up and carried me toward the marina. How his arms weren’t tired was beyond me. He was so strong—a trait that was going to come in handy when it came to the bedroom.

“You live on a boat?” I asked, clapping my hands with excitement. It was a beautiful boat.

“We live on a boat,” he corrected, and all I could think about was getting him undressed and on top of me.

“We sure do, Star.” He set me down so he could open the door and then helped me down the few stairs into the cabin.

“It’s super cozy.” I loved adventure, and this was one hell of a ride.

“Speaking of rides,” Leon was already one step ahead of me, pulling me toward the bed in the front of the boat.

He lay down on the mattress and stared at me with a look that I’d seen before. Many times, in fact, but none gave me the feeling that his gaze did.

“You’re mine now, darling,” he told me, and I felt the security of his words lace themselves around my heart. I was his. For better or for worse.