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“That’s not enough time,” he teased, kissing her again, his teeth teasing her lip.
“No, it’s not,” she agreed. Forever would never be enough time, and especially not a measly lifetime. But who knew what truly waited for them beyond death? For now, she’d enjoy what she could. She’d make him hers.
CHAPTER 75
“We’re married now?” he asked, his arms below her waist, lifting her against his chest enough that her head was higher than his.
“I think so.”
“Husband and wife.”
“Husband and wife.”
“Forever.”He smiled.
“Forever,” she agreed, and he nuzzled his head into her neck.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy,” he murmured.
The words made her notice the glowing warmth radiating in her chest too. “No, I don’t think I have been either.”
His smile was slow before it turned into a full beam. “If we were in the water, I’d twirl you around. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it,” he whispered, before starting to kiss down her neck.
She laughed, pulling his head up to hers and kissing him long and slow, feeling him out. It was like a dance, the way they moved, like the push and pull of the tides, so perfect and harmonious one would scarcely believe it wasn’t choreographed.
So when she started running her hands down his abs, he seemed to know just what she was thinking. “Daria,” he practically moaned.
“What? Is that not what husband and wife do? You’re a man, aren’t you, where it counts?” She really had no idea, but he couldn’t bethatdifferent, could he?
“I’m a man,” he said, grabbing her arm and lifting it out of the way as he kissed her hand; his other hand pulled her in closer, their arms almost like they were waltzing.
His kiss was both gentle and forceful, both calm and desperate.How both could exist together she did not know, but with him it made so much sense. Half gentle, half strong, half human, half dolphin, half demon, half angel. And all hers.
When they broke apart, they were breathless. “I’d almost think you married me just to have me,” he said. It was a tease but the expression was dangerous, like a vampire ready to have its prey.
“Not just,” she teased, smirking.
“Not just,” he repeated, laughing, pushing her up as he kissed her again.
And when he stopped, she smiled devilishly herself as she rested her arms on his broad shoulders. “But I will have you,” she said. “I’ll make you mine.”
“Will you?” he asked, the corner of his lips turning up.
“Mmm,” she murmured in agreement.
“But, Daria, weren’t you listening?” he asked, his lips moving to kiss—slowly, sensually—down her throat, and she nearly moaned from the pleasure of it. Was that an embarrassing sound to make? She wasn’t sure, but all she knew was that she couldn’t even hear the words he was saying.
“What was that?” she asked, and he gave an incredulous laugh.
“Ironically, I said you must not have been listening before.”
“Oh?About what?”
“You saidwill,that youwillmake me yours, but I already said in our vows: I am. I’m yours. Forever and always, to do with what you please.”
“It has to please you too,” she said.
And he smiled. “Oh, I’m sure it will.”
