Page 129 of The Oath We Give

I shake my head, already moving past her and making my way toward the back of the shop. My hands peel back the dark purple curtain that splits the store in half between the front showcase and the fitting room area.

Laughter echoes through the room, the girls clapping their hands as Coraline stands in the center of the room on a small circular platform, spinning, her ivory wedding dress flowing around her body in waves.

“Vera Wang never fucking misses,” Sage says from her place on one of the plush couches, a flute of champagne in her hand, but Coraline isn’t paying attention.

The wall of mirrors in front of her gives her my reflection at the door. Soft pink light casts a glow across her face as she turns to look at me, dark hair fanned out behind her, long veil tucked at the crown of her head, a waterfall of tulle draping down her back.

The strapless ball gown has a plunging neckline that gives me the perfect view of the space between her tits. Expensive silk wraps around the top, tumbling into waves of tulle that sway around her feet.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip at the black silk chiffon ties at her waist.

“Silas, what the fuck!” Briar mutters, turning to face me. “It’s bad luck to see the bride in a dress.”

“It look like I give a fuck?” I reply, rubbing my jaw as I devour the sight of her in the lush material.

“Is that your way of telling us to get the hell out?” Lyra asks, arching an eyebrow.

I nod slowly, watching them giggle like schoolgirls as they gather their things. I already knew my mother had left to sit with my father for the evening, which just leaves them to say goodbye to their friend before I have her to myself.

They quietly slip outside of the fitting room as I walk closer to my wife, who has yet to move from her pedestal in the middle of the room.

“You’re crashing my girls’ day, Hawthorne,” she says, tilting her head, a little smirk on her lips. “What are you doing here?”

I come to stand on the small platform with her, placing my hands on her hips as I spin her to face the wall of mirrors in front of us. My head dips down, dragging my nose along the side of her neck, inhaling her.

“Spent all day behind my desk thinking about how you feel under my hands.” I squeeze her sides for emphasis. “I want to use this body.”

She gasps when my tongue flicks against the pulse in her throat.

“This your way of telling me physical touch is your love language?”

I smile against her skin, forcing her hips back to mine, making her ass grind against the bulge in my slacks that won’t stop throbbing till it’s drained every ounce of cum into her tight pussy.

“I think you might be my love language, Hex.”

Coraline makes a noise in the back of her throat when the material of the dress makes an awful ripping sound. I tear handfuls of tulle from the skirt, thinning it out until I’m able to feel her naked ass pressed to my crotch.

“No panties, Hex?” I hum my approval. “Were you hoping I’d show up and fuck you in one of these dresses?”

“This is a four-thousand-dollar vintage Vera Wang.”

“Not anymore. Now it’s priceless ’cause it’s going to be the dress you soak in cum for me.”

Her chest swells with a deep inhale as my palms roam the front of her body, skimming the chiffon across her stomach before dipping into the plunging neckline to cup her large breasts.

“Did something happen—”

“Talk later,” I mumble. “Right now, you’re going to watch me use you.”

Touching her isn’t enough. Twisting her sensitive nipples between my fingers, playing with those pretty piercings isn’t enough. I want to rip her apart and bury myself in the ruin. I’d die happy there.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” she asks.

I narrow my eyes at her in the reflection of the mirror and grab her face to turn it so she’s looking at me. I peer down at her, licking my lips at how fucking stunning she is.

Those snarky brown eyes swirl with lust, desperate for me.

“Open wide and say please.”