Page 15 of Curse of the Bride Assassin

“You’re mine, Delilah, and I’m yours. For the rest of time.”

His words push me over the edge and I come so hard my ears ring. My vision blurs for a few moments before I take a deepbreath. I’ve never come so hard in my life. He wastes no time pushing the tip of his length inside me, sinking into me slowly inch by inch. He kisses my lips, working his way down my neck to my collar bone. All the sensations meld together.

“Do you want me to fuck you slow and deep? Or fast?” he asks me as he starts to move in a slow, steady rhythm. “What does my beautiful girl want?”

“I want to come again,” I admit as I grip his hair and pull his lips down to my neck again.

His rich laughter fills the shower stall, floating away with the steam. “My greedy little mate can come as many times as she wants.”

His thrusts slow down but he goes deeper each time, hitting that special spot inside me. My body goes numb with a blissful pleasure I didn’t know existed. I squeeze my thighs around his hips and wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him so I don’t fall.

“Yes, yes, fuck me. More.” I’m so lost in him that I’m babbling.

He works my clit again, picking up the pace until every thrust drives my back up the wall. His teeth sink into the side of my neck and a burning euphoria courses through my body, lighting me up like a live wire. The mate bond is immediate, and I gain an awareness of him. I feel his pleasure. His desire for me. His passion and possessiveness. It’s all so overwhelming that I come a second time.

He follows me over the edge, and I sink my fangs into his neck, sealing the bond between us. He stays inside me as we catch our breath. A few minutes later, he pulls out, then drops to his knees.

“My cum is running down your leg, marking you.” He gathers it with his fingers and pushes it back in. Then he pops his fingers into his mouth and moans. “Fuck, we taste so good,” he rasps,licking his lips. “Next time I want to eat your pussy until you squirt in my face.”

I love how filthy and possessive he is without being a total asshole. He’s the best of every quality rolled into the perfect man.

We clean off, then get ready for bed. The red shirt and boxers he picked for me are comfortable, made from soft, expensive fabric. Without second guessing myself, I climb into his bed and fluff up my pillow.

“If you chose anywhere else to sleep, I would have gone with you. Mates sleep together,” he says around a laugh as he lays down on the other side.

“Mates…it’s crazy, isn’t it?” I ask him.

“Yes. It’s crazy lucky that a man like me found a woman like you.” He kisses my forehead, then claps to turn the lights out. “Time for bed. We have a big day tomorrow.”

He wraps his arm and leg around me, holding me tight against him. As I nuzzle my face into his chest hair, I smile to myself. Tomorrow I’m going to complete my hit, find my mom, and then have my happily ever after with my fated mate.

Dad: Hey, how is looking for mom going? You didn’t check in yesterday.

Oh,shoot. I never texted my dad and he’s probably worried sick. I type out a quick text, updating him on what happened as concisely as I can. Dad hates it when I spare him details, but I don’t have a ton of time to tell himeverything.

Me: Hey Dad <3 I have a good lead on Mom, and I am close to eliminating my target. I met my fated mate, and he’s amazing. Will introduce you soon. Love you, will call as soon as I can.

That’ll have to do.

I take one last look in the mirror. My makeup is natural, except a bold red lip. My hair is done into a chic, low bun with loose tendrils of hair framing my face. The dress Vin had delivered from his designer connection is perfect–a white lace A-line with an off the shoulders neckline and long, sheer lace sleeves. The only requirement I gave him is that I wanted it to have sleeves, but he knocked it out of the park.

There’s a swift knock on the door. “Beautiful, are you almost ready?” Vin asks excitedly. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” I call back.

He walks in, wearing a bespoke black tuxedo that matches my dress perfectly.

“You beautiful woman. You look perfect. The groom isn’t supposed to see the bride, but Ihadto see you,” he admits as he takes my hand and kisses the back of it.

“Well, yeah. You’re driving us there, so eventually you’d have to see me,” I say around a laugh. “Tradition isn’t really my thing, so I don’t mind us seeing each other before our fake wedding.”

“Fake?” he asks in a confused tone. “This isn’t fake. I have a real officiant meeting us at the mausoleum.”

“Wait, we’re actually getting married? I thought this was a fake wedding, so you could lead the mafia and force your uncle to ambush us?”

He squeezes my hand, then reaches into his pocket. “No, it’s real. I told you I’d plan asecretwedding. Never said it wouldbe fake, though.” He pulls out a small, black box and opens it to reveal a huge blood-red ruby stone set in yellow gold. It’s surrounded by tiny diamonds that match the diamonds on the band. There’s also a thin gold band under it. “I bought a ring set for you.”

“Oh gods, it’s beautiful,” I say through tears.

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