Page 11 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1

Ashton

It’s time. I’ve claimed my woman in every sense of the word apart from the official one. I’m an old-fashioned fucker, and I want the piece of paper saying she’s mine and I’m hers.

It’s just Kathy, Ivy, and me at the registry office. Ivy didn’t want an extravagant ceremony. She wants me however she can get me—words she uttered two nights ago as I buried my face in her sweet pussy until she screamed my name.

While Ivy may be happy with a non-traditional wedding, she was adamant about sticking to the tradition of not seeing each other the night before the ceremony.

It’s bad luck, apparently. I don’t believe in bad luck—I believe you make your own luck.

It’s an unshakeable belief that’s put me at the top of my profession.

I wasn’t happy about being away from Ivy for twenty-four hours, but it was important to her. And there’s nothing I won’t do for my soon-to-be-wife. So, last night was the first time we didn’t sleep in the same bed since I brought her to my apartment three months ago.

Three months of fucking bliss with the woman who owns every part of me. I’d move heaven and earth to see her beautiful smile. And I’d sell my soul to the devil to ensure she’s safe because there is no me without her.

I shove my shaking hands into the pockets of my expensive suit while I wait for Ivy and Kathy to arrive.

Kathy took me to one side to give me her blessing when I dropped Ivy off at her house two days ago.

It lifted a weight from my shoulders I didn’t realize I was carrying.

The last little splinter of guilt has been removed, and I’m ready to claim the woman I love.

As if my thoughts have summoned her, I turn to see Ivy walking toward me. She’s a fucking vision in a white dress that clings to her curves and shows a hint of her generous cleavage. My God, she’ s stunning. She steals my breath, weakens my knees, and hardens my cock.

The primal part of me that’s always close to the surface when it comes to Ivy wants to rip that dress from her gorgeous body and slide home—because she is my home. We’ve had each other in every conceivable position during the past three months, but our desire for each other is never sated for long.

All her emotions are laid bare in her honey-brown eyes as they fix on mine—happiness, desire, excitement, but above all, love. We fit. It’s as simple as that.

She smiles at me, and I’m complete.

Time to make her my wife.