Page 149 of Afflicted

“At least it’s warm.” She turns over in my arms, her eyes still closed. “You’re always so warm.”

I run my hands up and down her back, and she sighs.

“So what do we do now?”

“I don’t know.” I kiss her forehead. “Keep heading north, find somewhere to shelter, and maybe one day we’ll find a colony where we can live safely.”

“OK.” She shifts against me, pushing a hand under my shirt. “Maybe we can find another little dream house, huh?”

“Mmm, maybe.” I huff out a breath as her hand runs over my stomach, carving over my hip so she can pull me closer.

“You called me your wife.” She smiles, her eyes still closed. “When those bandits attacked me, you said I was your wife.”

“You called me your husband.” I’m suddenly very aware of the fact that she’s only dressed in a t-shirt and panties, curled up around me under the blanket. I run a hand down her bare thigh. “I heard you say it, and fuck, angel, you have no idea what that did to me.”

“Guess I’m not the only one who likes the names, huh?” She giggles as I trace kisses up her throat, grinding herself against my cock. “It’s not official til we say vows though, right?” She wriggles her hips as I hook a hand into her panties, helping me pull them down her legs.

“I guess not.” I unzip myself, freeing my cock. I spit into my hand, rubbing it over the sensitive tip which is already leaking pre-cum because her scent is driving me fucking crazy. Juliet’s eyes are still closed as I hitch her leg over my hip and push inside her with a growl.

“Oh fuck.” She gasps. “This isn’t the ceremony everyone tells you to dream up when you’re a kid.”

“But so much more fun.” I slide in and out of her slowly, watching her lips as they part, her brow as it furrows. “The priest would be on the floor in shame by now.”

Juliet laughs over a moan. “Just a private ceremony for two then.” Her fingers dig into my shoulder, and her eyes slide open slowly. “How do they go?” She gasps as I thrust harder. “For… For-”

“For better or worse.”

She smiles. “For richer, for-Oh -for poorer.”

“In sickness and in health.” I cage a hand against the back of her head, the other digging into her hip.

“Til death us do part.”

“No, not even then.” I roll her onto her back, pinning her hands against the ground.

She arches her back, moaning loudly. “No?”

“I’d break down the gates of heaven or trawl the depths of hell to find you.” I fuck her harder as her legs wrap around my hips, her body writhing under mine. “Because nothing - not God-” She cries out as my cock rolls in and out of her, the scent of her love overwhelming. “Not death, or this fucked up world, nothing can keep me from you.”

She whimpers, pressing her legs around my hips. “I’m yours, Silas.”

“Yes you are angel.” I kiss her hungrily, her moans and sighs meeting my lips. “My wife. My everything. I love you. Fuck, I love you.”

She shudders, her hands fighting against mine. “I love you too. Let me hold you, oh god, please.”

I release her, and she wraps herself around me completely, her breath mingling with mine. I lose myself completely in the moment, in her body, in the sounds she’s making and the knowledge that she’s mine,mine. It doesn’t matter that we’re not in a church, that she's not wearing a white dress. No, we said these vows on a blanket on the floor of an abandoned farmhouse, covered in sweat and moaning each other’s names. Instead of exchanging rings and saying I Do, I come inside her as she screams, her body hot and tight as her orgasm rolls through her.

It means more than if a priest had declared we were now husband and wife, telling me I could now kiss what was mine already. When Juliet leans up to kiss me, sweat lining her lips, I can taste everything that I never knew I wanted.

My wife.

We remain tangled like that for a long time, kissing and murmuring to each other, the firelight dancing along the broken walls around us. When we curl up together, naked and blissful, Juliet’s back against my chest, she sighs happily.

“I heard you that night,” she whispers. “That night in the farmhouse, when you said you loved me.”

“I thought you were asleep.” I stroke my fingers down the curve of her shoulder.

“I thought I dreamed it.” She nuzzles into my arms. “But I didn’t.”

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