Page 109 of Pitiful Lies

Where is she?

I make a move to go look for her, but Nico has his hand on my shoulder.

“Easy,” he whispers.

I’m glad he has a grip on me, cause that’s when I see her, and I swear I almost fall down on my fucking knees.

This woman.

Giselle is wearing a strapless ballgown, and she looks like a princess in a fairytale.

She’s beautiful. Breathtaking. She sparkles from head to toe.

Her hair is pulled back from her face with lacy little combs, allowing me a perfect view of her smooth skin and those gorgeous eyes of hers. But it’s that mouth that has me meeting her at the bottom of the stairs, drawing me in.

She’s wearing gloss. It’s nice, but I like her better bare and she knows it.

Her eyes dance with mischief as her parents step back, grinning at us when I take Giselle’s hand and pull her towards me, claiming her lips in a kiss I know shouldn’t happen just yet.

But I’m Angel Fury and I don’t follow the same rules as other people. And because she’s mine, my Koukla doesn’t push me away, she pulls me closer, opening her lips for me, and claims me back in front of everyone right then and there.

And it feels fucking divine. Like this is why I was born. To be hers.

“Excuse me? Guys, we need to do the ceremony first,” Preacher butts in, but I don’t stop kissing my bride until I am ready.

“You ready?” she asks, and I know her pretty smile is all for me.

“I love you, Koukla. I’ve been ready for this since the moment I saw you.”

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Marrying the man of my dreams with all our friends and family surrounding us has got to be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

Okay. Top two.

I’m panting, trying to catch my breath as my husband finally lifts his head from the cradle of my thighs where he just licked me to my first of what I hope is many orgasms.

“Goddamn. You taste even better now that we’re married, Wife.”

“Jesus, Angel. What a thing to say,” I reply, biting my lip.

“You feel so soft. I love you,” he tells me again, and my heart leaps inside my chest.

I never thought he would say it. Not even after I confessed I loved him first, the day he rescued me from Ghost’s clutches.

But he did say it. Out loud. In front of everyone. Right before we made our vows to each other. And he hasn’t stopped saying it since.

I love it when he says he loves me.

“Good. Because I plan on saying it often, my Koukla,” he says, nipping the soft skin on my belly.

Angel kisses and licks his way up my body, over my breasts, to my neck, and all the way up to my mouth. I feel his cock. His thick head stops right at my entrance. He is so close, he is teasing my dripping slit, but he does not penetrate me.

“Look at me, Koukla,” he demands, lifting his body so I can see where we are almost joined.

I bite my lip, flexing my hips, but he moves with me.

“Watch with me. Watch as I make you part of me,” he says, and fuck, it sounds so damn sexy.

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