Page 141 of Deathless & Divided

Fuck.

Damian tried to ignore the way her suggestive words and demure tone had his cock twitching to life under his tux pants, but he couldn’t. Hell, if she wanted to play those games, he was up for that.

“You know what my biggest problem was today, Lily?”

Lily frowned. “What was wrong today?”

“I could barely pay attention to the priest at all.”

“Why?”

“Because I was too busy thinking about the last time I wore these pants. You know, when you were on your knees with my cock in your mouth and you practically sucked me—”

Lily squeaked the cutest sound before she covered his mouth with her hand. Even with the blush on her cheeks, he could plainly see them redden further. Damian roared with laughter, shaking them both. His loudness drew the attention of several guests close by, but they only seemed to chuckle at his amusement. They probably didn’t have the slightest clue what Damian was laughing about.

Lily glowered at him playfully before poking his chest. “Oh, my God, you are awful.”

“Hey, I did penance today. I’ve been sin free for several hours. I have to make up for lost time.”

“Damian!”

“What?”

Lily snickered. “Awful, I said.”

“You married me.”

“I did,” Lily murmured. “Thank you for being there at the end.”

Damian matched her smile with his own. “Thanks for walking down to meet me.”

“I really can’t believe how many people showed up,” Lily said.

Interweaving their fingers together, Damian glanced around the ballroom. It was bursting at the seams with guests. He’d been ignoring the people for the better part of the day. Sure, Damian did the respectful thing when he needed to by saying hello to the guests, thanking them for coming at the large dinner reception, and all that other nonsense, but he wasn’t going out of his way to spend time with people he didn’t know.

Frankly, they hadn’t come because they knew him, either. No, most of the people came because the Outfit’s boss was there and Terrance had made a big deal out of the wedding. Plus, Dino and Theo both had their own motives for inviting whoever they could to the wedding. But none of that mattered to Damian.

Nothing was more important to Damian than keeping his wife smiling and joyful on their wedding day.

Wife.

He was married.

“What is that all about?” Lily asked, pointing at Damian’s face.

“Hmm?”

“You went all glassy-eyed there for a second.”

“Did I?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Damian stopped their dance, drew Lily in close, and kissed her. She tasted just the same as she always did on his tongue—life, love, and sweetness on her lips. He took his time loving her mouth with his own, brushing his lips along the seam of hers over and over, and flicking his tongue out to taste her silky skin.

“You’re my wife.”

Lily’s smile was brilliant and bright. “I am.”