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That reminded me of the startling truth.

The first kiss had sealed our fate.

His words were no longer a threat, but a reality.

I’d surrendered my destiny. Now I belonged to him.

CHAPTER 29

Jago

Perfection.

There was no such thing.

Yet the way Genevieve felt in my arms was utter perfection. She had one arm casually draped around my neck as I carried her in through the French doors. I couldn’t stop kissing her, every drag of my tongue across hers tasting like the sweetest cherries.

There was no need to turn on the light in the bedroom, the bright moon creating shifting shadows floating across the bed’s surface. Before easing her onto the bed, I pulled my lips from hers, tasting the saltiness of her neck, her jaw, and her strong shoulder. She mewed from my actions, her long fingers tracing the ink crawling down my neck.

I knelt onto the bed, still holding her aloft so I could enjoy the moment. But that was short lived. The ache for her was too strong.

Neither waiting nor extensive foreplay was an option.

I finally dropped her in the center of the bed, my balls tightening from the sight of her long hair splayed out in a stunning arc around her head. As they’d been all day, her eyes were pinned on mine, her lips twisted from words she’d yet to say.

Her hesitation and timidity I wasn’t used to. Maybe that’s because we’d been sworn enemies, strangers in a brutal world where only the strongest survived. Now we weren’t only combative lovers, but man and wife. There was a marked difference. We both felt it.

I planted both hands on either side of her while using my knee to push her legs apart. If she thought I’d be gentle on our wedding night, she didn’t know me very well. Tonight I wanted her clawing my skin as she cried out my name.

And tomorrow, I wanted her aching and sore, every movement reminding her of the night before.

With her breathing ragged, she palmed my chest, staring up at me with wide open eyes. When I pressed the tip of my cock against her pussy lips, she arched her back. That was all I could take before I impaled her with my entire length.

The cry I’d needed became a reality as she wrapped her legs around my hips and scratched her nails down my arms. There was something glorious about the stinging sensations.

Her pussy muscles clenched around my dick and my mind was an instant blur. Fuck. She felt so good wrapped around me, the continued perfection daunting as hell.

There was a distinct glow covering our bodies creating a shimmer from the light perspiration. She was even more beautiful in the dim light.

All I could think about was that she was mine. All mine.

I pulled out, pounding into her again and all I could hear was the muffled sounds my exquisite bride was making. I yanked one of her legs up higher, grinding into her until I was deeper than I’d gone before.

Genevieve writhed under me, panting between cries. Were they cries for mercy? Were they sobs of pleasure? I wasn’t certain it mattered, only the feel of her voluptuous body wiggling under mine capturing my attention.

I leaned down, tasting her sweet lips all over again. Electricity soared as I pummeled into her, becoming a crazed man. All I could think about was her. All I needed was the woman lying underneath me, the one who’d defied me every step of the way.

The one who shouldn’t belong to me, but also one I’d never allow to leave. Not now.

Not ever.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Please don’t stop.”

“I have no intentions of it.” I fucked her even more brutally, growling from the way her muscles milked me, keeping me on the very edge of madness.

Her breathing changed, the tenseness increasing. She was right there on the precipice with me, only I wasn’t ready to let go.

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