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Custom-made by my fiancé.

I shucked off my pyjamas, trying not to notice the way Tenn’s gaze grew white and heated as it coasted down my exposed curves. I quickly stepped into the dress and pulled it up, settling the straps against my shoulders. The skirt fell beautifully, all the way to my ankles.

“Can you do me up?”

Tenn’s throat worked. He cleared it, then stepped in close behind me. I shivered as I felt the brush of his knuckles on my bare back. He took his time with the fasteners back there, heat emanating from his body.

When he was finished with the fasteners, he didn’t pull his hands away. He let them fall to my waist, caressing there, like he couldn’t get enough of the shape of that part of me.

“Well? How do I look?” I asked breathily.

“Perfect.”

My breath quickened when Tenn’s hands tightened on my hips. It almost halted completely when I felt the swollen press of his cock against my lower back.

“I should check,” he growled, “how much movement the skirt has.”

His tail hooked under my skirt and wrenched it up. Since I’d only been wearing my pyjamas before, I didn’t actually have any underwear on right now. My hips angled backward of their own accord when he dragged his swollen heat across my flesh.

“Perfect,” he said again, sounding out of breath now. His tail stayed beneath my skirt, slipping between my thighs to stroke my clit as his head nudged my opening.

“Again?” I breathed. We’d already had sex this afternoon. I’d only just washed up and changed.

“Again,” he groaned, “Want you so bad. It’s never enough.”

It was as if the desire from earlier had never left me. My pussy felt slick and swollen and needy. I parted my thighs further without him having to ask me to, and placed my hands against the wall. One of Tenn’s hands squeezed my hip. The other splayed across my lower back.

He pressed inside me, and I saw stars.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, tilting my head back, my spine arching as I drove my hips back to meet him. His cock tail flutteredacross my skin, his other tail strumming my clit until I thought my knees might give out.

“Can’t wait to do this,” Tenn growled, establishing a demanding rhythm, “when you’re my wife.”

“I… I’m already wearing… The dress,” I panted, ecstasy building alongside Tenn’s momentum.

“Why do you think I need to have you again right now?” he rasped, giving me an extra fierce thrust. “Saw you in it. So blasted beautiful. Couldn’t help myself.”

Oh, God.

Tears gathered in my eyes at the same time that my orgasm gathered between my legs.

Tenn loved me. He wanted me. The sight of me in my wedding dress – the one he was making for me – was enough to drive him out of his mind.

I’d never felt so precious.

Tenn gave a sharp grunt when my pussy clamped down upon him.

“Yes, Tasha,” he moaned, shoving himself deeper into my trembling, tightening body. “You’re so good. So, so good.”

His praise sent me higher, flinging me out of myself and then drawing me, tumbling, back in. And he was right there with me, bucking helplessly into me, tensing up, then shunting forward with the force of his cresting pleasure.

“Can’t wait… to marry you,” he choked out between strangled-sounding breaths.

“Me too,” I whimpered as he began to slow.

“You’re sure you want have the wedding here?” he grunted, his cock giving a twinge inside that made me gasp.

“Yes. I want to do it as soon as possible. Before we go see Magnolia. Besides, Rivven and the others are so excited to witness their first human wedding.”