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I stretch my jaw, pushing back painful memories of my past and a small panic attack that starts to crawl its way down.

This is my life now. I was meant to be here.

My cell buzzes in the pocket of my khakis, and I mindlessly reach for it. Powering on the screen, a notification from Stormi appears to which I quickly go to open.

Stormi: You look like you could use an angry fuck.

I glance up, searching around to where she was before, but she’s not there. My phone vibrates in my palm.

Stormi: I’d be happy to offer you some relief, husband.

The word “husband” commissions a warmness in my chest—my heart, my wife. My reality was this—her—she was mine forever. And I was hers. I’ve never belonged to anyone before where the somewhat functional beating organ of mine works on double-time just to please Stormi.

Me: Where are you?

Stormi: Tell me how you’re going to fuck mefirst.

Geezus Christ.

I don’t know the ingredients of how I made Stormi act like this, but I have a feeling it was always there, waiting for someone to scratch the surface. She has some of her innocence the way she still blushes at things I say, but this...I’m going to die at an early age from the stampeding of excitement and anticipation that constantly sprints through my body.

Another song plays jerking my focus back to the present and the party that still holds people I want to just leave already.

Me: Real hard, sweetheart, if you keep teasing me out in public.

Stormi: Just hard?

Me: Stormi...I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll be walking bowlegged.

Stormi: Will you leave marks?

Me: Would you like that? To mark you as mine.

Stormi: I’m already yours.

Me: Where. Are. You?

“I’m surprised you can’t feel me,” Stormi asserts from behind me, amusement entwined in her tone. “Isn’t there a universal rule to always watch your back?”

“There is,” I offer. “But you never announce yourself to your prey, sweetheart, unless you’re ready to attack.”

“I’m more than ready.” Her voice is a sweetness that incorporates my wanting to devour her like a diabetic that has a hard time with his sweets. Except I’m never going to curb the way I always want Stormi. I’ll gladly die first before I half-ass how I feel towards her.

“Are you?” I ask, leaning forward in my chair and resting my elbows on my knees. “This is how it’ll always be, forever.” I see the white dress she’s wearing come in my peripheral and she moves to stand in front of me.

“Promise?” I lift my chin to take her all in. The white satin dress that hugs her curves and matches her skin tone perfectly. The light sky-blue locks that she dyed to yank herself out of her old life and make a change.

“I love you,” I commend before using all my strength to push myself to stand. She doesn’t help me, knowing my pride is too willful to ask for help. “You’re it for me. No one else. Now get rid of your friends.”

She lifts a brow. “My friends?”

“Yep. What’s mine is yours now.”

She quirks her lips into a tiny smile. “I think if we just disappear, they’ll get the hint.”

What baby wants, baby gets. Striding for the house and taking her hand, I don’t even acknowledge anyone still partying in our backyard. If they haven’t noticed how wildly possessed and captivated I am by my wife, then they’re all blind.

When we hit the kitchen, I flick the metal lock behind me and back her into it, pressing my throbbing cock into her stomach.

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