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The ring exchange goes fast; I hardly feel it as the cool band slips onto my finger, or when Ella hands me one for Cato. It gets caught on his knuckle for a second, then glides into place like it’s always belonged there.

“You may now—” Cato lunges at me, stealing my lips in a fierce kiss and wrapping his arms so tightly around my body that I couldn’t breathe even if we were sealed together. “Kiss the bride,” Sandra finishes. Laughter and clapping fill the air while Chelsea gushes, but none of it means a thing as my husband swoops me into his arms and hauls us back down the aisle.

With my arms locked around his neck, I tangle my tongue with his, allowing every ounce of love I feel for him to bleed into the action. It’s devastating in the most wonderful way as we move through the house and out the front door. He doesn’t stop until we’re in the back of a limo, leaving the estate.

“Fuck, I never thought that would end.” He pulls back so we can breathe, pushing my dress up as I straddle his lap.

“It was perfect.” I whimper into another kiss and work to unbuckle his pants. As soon as his cock is freed, he lifts me up and slams me down onto his swollen length.

Groaning into his mouth, I can’t catch a breath, which works out well because he gives me no chance to try. We remain locked together for I don’t know how long as he uses my hips to move my body up and down, and back and forth. We come together quickly, and when I think he’s about to pull me off, he simply lays me down between the bench seats.

“I was going to wait until we got to the hotel, but I fucking missed you today, and Daddy needs some time in his precious cunt. You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you, kitten?” His possessive voice scares me, but in a panty-melting way.

“Yes, Daddy.” I swear, those two words trigger the man’s feral mode because he can’t see rhyme or reason after I say them.

He grips my hips like a vice I’m sure will bruise, then latches his teeth into my neck and pounds in and out of my body as deep as he can go. My skin buzzes with exhilaration, and my heart pounds, threatening to beat right out of my chest. Breathless, I close my eyes and allow myself to savor everything he’s doing to me. Possessing me in a way he hasn’t before, and lord, I want more. I want him to steal every ounce of sanity from me and never return it.

“Daddy,” I whisper in his ear. His growl vibrates across my flesh, and I hook my ankles behind his back, tightening his grasp on me. “More, Daddy, please, show me I belong to you.” Scraping my nails over his scalp and into the back of his shirt, he grunts and growls as his hips thrust in and out so fiercely my pelvis hurts, and we slide up from the back end of the car.

“You keep doing this shit, saying those fucking things, Hester, and Daddy is going to turn into a beast.” Nipping at my lips, our eyes meet briefly, and the normal dark chocolate has become obsidian, and I could drown in the pools of black and find peace forever.

“Anything my Daddy wants.” I’ll never understand where this confidence comes from, but I’m not letting it go; I’m keeping it forever. “I’ll do anything for you, Daddy.” I’ve flipped that switch, the one that turns him into the beast he’s threatened me with.

Cato reaches around my back, grips my braid, and tugs until my back bows, and I’m looking up at the blacked-out privacy window between the driver and us. As a hand wraps around my throat, rubbing up and down like he’s testing my strength, stars erupt when he latches onto a nipple through my dress and fucks the breath out of me. Static encroaches my vision, and a shockingly powerful orgasm tears through my body like a detonated bomb.

I can’t catch my breath; my eyes close and won’t open, and when I think I’ve had enough, he pinches my clit, sending me hurdling over again as he erupts inside my channel, soaking us both, and grunting into my breast.

A knock on the window sours the moment but tells me we’ve arrived at our destination.

“Fuck off or die!” Cato shouts as he drags us back into the seat. He’s still hard inside me, and I don’t know how we’ll leave the car without everyone knowing what we did.

“I must be a mess,” I mutter and giggle, unsure how I feel about anyone else seeing me like this.

“You’re stunning, as always, wife.” That word sends a thrill up my spine. I had no idea I’d react so viscerally.

Sighing happily, I lean into him and say, “I love you, husband.” His dick throbs within my walls as he rubs his hands up and down my back.

“Let's enjoy our wedding night, then; I’m nowhere near finished with you.” He sounds more content now than I’ve ever heard.

Sucking up any embarrassment I’ll feel, I tilt my head to meet his heated stare. “Yes, Daddy… Husband.” I draw out the word, allowing him to carry me into the hotel.

CHAPTER 27

Cato

Never have I felt as animalistic as I do right now. I growl at everyone we pass while Z checks us in, grabbing the key from him without stopping as we take the private elevator to our honeymoon suite in one of Theias’ hotels. A wedding gift, he said.

Hester’s passion must push her embarrassment aside because it’s obvious to everyone precisely what we were doing in that limo. I don’t give a fuck, but she does, and the fact she’s fighting it for me is a damn gift.

She is a gift.

My wife.

Fuck, that feels good.

The only sounds on the way up to our room are our harsh, erratic breathing. Much as I’d love to fuck her against the mirrored elevator wall, I hold back. Barely. Which takes a lot of fucking effort. And the only reason I do is that waiting to be inside her is worth it. The agony my body goes through while being deprived of her silky heat is worth its weight in gold.

“When we get in the room, I want you on your knees in submission, understand?” Is that voice mine? Christ, it’s grating, raspy, and low-pitched. The dominance makes her shiver as the bell dings.