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My cock pulses in my jeans as she holds onto my hand, extends one leg out, and then the other.

Sophia St.James is goddamn gorgeous.

“Here, babe.”I hand her the keys and tip my head toward the house.“Unlock the door while I grab your bags, yeah?”As close as she’s standing if I don’t put a few feet between us, I’m liable to do something she’s not ready for yet.

She smiles timidly as she grabs the keys.Her hips sway beautifully as she saunters up the steps and I stand here mesmerized like a lovestruck fool.Feeling my eyes glued to her ass, she looks over her shoulder and winks.I’m really liking this feistier side of her.

Without missing a beat, I shrug my shoulders and wink back.“You’re my wife; I’ll perv on your sexy ass all I want.”

She shakes her head and laughs.“Are you coming?”

Pulling my mind out of the gutter, I reach into the back seat and grab her bags.I take the stairs two at a time and follow her inside, making sure to lock the door behind us.

I start to climb the stairs but stop halfway up and look over my shoulder when I realize she’s glued to the spot.“Come on, babe.I’ll show you to our room and help you get out of that dress.”Her cheeks turn a bright shade a pink.

“That’s not exactly what I meant.”I laugh.“I saw all the tiny buttons on the back… I just assumed.”

“It zips up the side.The buttons are just for show,” she says shyly.

I nod my head.Admittedly, I don’t know a thing about women’s fashion.I lucked out when I went into Vera’s Bridal, showed them a photo of Sophia and left all the hard work to them.When she appeared in the mouth of the church and I got that first look of her in the dress, I knew I was a goner.

“Okay.I’m going to shower if you want to join me,” I offer.

I wasn’t expecting her to follow me upstairs and into the bathroom, but surprisingly she did.

Not wanting her out of my sight, I grip her hips and set her onto the bathroom counter.With her perched in front of me, I commit this moment to memory.

My bride.My wife.My woman to protect.

“Beautiful,” I mumble under my breath as I reach into the shower and start the water.

Quiet as a mouse, she watches me move about the bathroom, stripping off my shirt as I go.I grab two towels out of the closet and set them down on the white granite countertop next to her hip, then slide my hands around her waist and pull her until she’s seated on the edge.Slowly, I lift my hand and use the back of my fingers to push her curls behind her ear.Possession consumes me and I tell her honestly, “You’re so damn beautiful.I’ll kill anyone who touches you.”

“I know,” she whispers, placing her hands on my chest.

I’ve tried not to think about the wounds on her face, but it’s getting hard to ignore that they’re there.

“Never again,” I grit as my eyes flick from the split in her lip to the bruising on her neck.

At the ferocity of my words, she instinctively smooths her hands up and down my chest.Her touch feels like a balm to my temper.

Exhaling slowly, I tighten my hands on her hips and carefully lower her onto her feet.I slide my fingers up the silky material until I feel the tiny zipper she mentioned earlier, and slowly pull it down.

Sophia’s chest moves up and down rapidly as the fabric starts to loosen around her tits.I lean forward and softly press my lips to hers.“You’re safe,” I repeat once more as I gently push the material over her hips and let gravity handle the rest.There’s aswooshas the fabric falls and pools around her feet.

I swallow thickly as my eyes travel down to her pebbled nipples and groan.I cup her small tits in my palms, giving them an experimental squeeze before gliding my thumbs across the hardened peaks.Sophia’s eyes hood at my touch and a whimper escapes her pouty lips.“You’re beautiful,” I say quietly.Her face softens.

Holding her stare, I drop my hands from her breasts, push my jeans and boxers over my ass, and kick them toward the hamper.

Sophia’s cheeks redden and I can tell she’s trying not to look, but her curiosity wins out and she drops her gaze.She squeaks when she gets a look at the piercing in my dick and it’s a reminder of her innocence.

Her wide eyes dart up to mine and then drop again.My dick thumps against my belly as it starts to settle in that I’ll be her first.

Her one and only,my subconscious screams.

“Keep staring at my dick like that and I’m going to take it as an invitation you want me to fuck you,” I growl.Waiting until she’s ready to take things to the next level is going to be harder than I thought.

Her eyes fly up again and she stares at me like she’s just now seeing me for the first time.“You’re my husband.”

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