Page 21 of Bought By the Revenant
“That was…” she starts but trails off.
“Did I hurt you? I think I lost my mind for a second there.”
She laughs. “No, you didn’t hurt me. It was perfect.”
“Are you sure?”
She turns to look at me over her shoulder. “Riven, stop it. You have no reason to feel insecure. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
My jaw clenches slightly at the admission that, unlike me, she’s had other partners. I chase the thought away, focusing on how her pussy still grips my cock tightly. It doesn’t matter how many men she’s been with before me. She’s here now, and she’s my bride.
That reminds me…
“We should make it official.”
“Hm?”
“Our union. I mean, our marriage. We should have a sort of ritual or ceremony. I know humans have… weddings?”
She shrugs. “Sometimes. Wealthy people have weddings. I come from a poor village, and there, people usually make a bonfire, invite everyone who wants to come to a modest meal, and there’s some dancing and a lot of drinking. Way too much drinking.”
“We can do that, if you like.”
She turns to me fully, and my cock slips out of her. She snuggles against my chest, and I can feel her heart beating against mine.
“And who would we invite?” she asks quietly. “I have no family, no friends… Don’t get me wrong, it would be nice to have a ceremony, but it would just remind me I’m completely alone in the world.”
That hurts as hard as I’d expect it. We’re the same, she and I, except she’s beautiful, and I’m a monster. Except she once had a family, while I had none, and I realize it must be more painful to her than it is to me. At least I never knew love, care, and friendship. She knew all that, and for some reason that she’s yet to tell me, she lost all of it. Otherwise, why would she have entered the bride market? I remember the men who were chasing her. I wonder when it will be okay to ask her about her past.
“You have me,” I say, pulling her closer, hugging her tighter. “We don’t need anyone else.”
She giggles. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I don’t want to be a kill joy.”
“You’re not.” I kiss her forehead. “So, it’s settled. We’ll have a bonfire in the backyard, by the lake. I’ll prepare my vows… Is that okay?”
“Vows? Yes, I’d love that.”
“All right. No pressure. You don’t have to say anything, Amity.”
She looks up at me and smiles.
“I want to.”
I nod, she clings to me, and that’s everything. To have this woman trust me with her body and her future… How much better can it get?
“I’ll buy you a dress,” I say. “Tomorrow, we can go to Aura Glade. I know a seamstress there. She makes all my clothes, and she’s really good. She’ll take your measurements, you can choose the fabrics, and she’ll make you the most beautiful dress.”
“I won’t say no to that.” She laughs. “I’m more of a trousers girl, but I’ll make an exception for my own wedding.”
It takes me a second to realize it’s a joke, and I laugh. Before Amity, there wasn’t a lot of laughter in this house. Things are changing. I am changing.
And I know it’s for the best.
Chapter Eleven
Amity
The seamstress’s tape measure slides along my waist. I stand in the center of the workshop on a small wooden platform, surrounded by bolts of fabric in every imaginable color.
