Page 63 of Midnight Wedding

I laugh again, feeling like a young man again, like I don’t have a war breathing down my neck, like my aunt didn’t just try to kill me.

I roll her over and pin her hands at her sides as I attack her with kisses moving down from her nipples—pausing only to bite each as revenge—to her belly button and to her pussy until she’s moaning, grinding against my lips, and begging me for more.

“Did I hear that right?”Maud frowns at me, squinting like I’m blurry. “You’re staying home today?”

“Don’t make this into a thing,” I grumble at her.

Lena lays a hand on my arm lightly. “The master would like pancakes. We’re having a lazy brunch.”

“Are we talking about the same man here?” Maud points a wooden spoon at me. “Arsen Sarkissian’s having alazy brunch?”

Lena beams happily. “That’s right. Brunch time!” God damn, my wife is beautiful. I hate her right now.

But also, I care about her more than I ever dreamed possible.

We eat together on the terrace. It’s a beautiful day. Lena goes on and on about Maud’s cooking. Her enthusiasm is infectious and it makes the meal that much better. There’s something about her, the way she can make even simple things feel magical. I’m drawn to that strange,impossible to definequality. So much of my life has been misery and struggle, but with Lena, it’s like I can be a little bit lighter.

I can be the man I’ve always wanted to be.

When we’re done, I have to make some calls even though I know Lena’s not happy about it, but that’s the compromise. Tigran makes a few jokes about me getting murdered by a grandmother, none of which are funny, but they sure as hell crack him up. I call a few other members of the Brotherhood just to let them know that I’m fine and I’m only taking the day to be with my wifeon her orders. Uncle Narek chuckles and says he’s not remotely surprised and he’ll handle business while I’m recovering.

“Wow, look at that, the world isn’t ending,” Lena says as we walk together through the garden. She turns and faces me, hands on my chest, that naughty little grin on her face. “Want to say anything to me? About how it’s fine to take some time off maybe and I was totally right and also thank you, Lena, you’re the best?”

“You look good,” I tell her instead. I’m not saying that other shit. She’s in a light summer dress with a floral print. It’s cut low, showing off the top of her tits, and the skirt’s short. I reach down and run my hand up—andfuck. She’s not wearing panties.

And she’s dripping wet.

She grins huge. Her stud catches the sunlight as her nose twitches and her eyes sparkle. “Nowdo you have anything to say to me?”

“You really do want to walk with a limp for the next week.”

“Oh, I doubt that. Unless you plan on breaking my knees.”

“I plan on tearing your pussy to pieces.”

I fist her hair and bury her mouth in a kiss.

Around us, insects flit from flower to flower, and it’s a beautiful day.

But she’s all I can see. She’s all I can smell, all I can taste. Every inch of her is imperfect and messy and absolutely fuckingmine.

“What a gentleman,” she mutters as I drag her down into the grass.

“Nowthisis good.”Lena moans as she leans back against the wooden boards in the sauna. She’s butt-ass naked. Her tits drip with sweat and her nipples are hard. It’s honestly taking all my energy tonottouch her right now. I’m nowhere near satisfied—but I can tell she needs a little break. She opens one eye and peeks at me. “Your dick is hard.”

“It’d be bad if it weren’t.”

“We’ve had sex four times already.”

“Five. Actually.”

“Six if you count me sucking you off in the library. How are you hard again?”

“Magic. Mostly your tits though.”

She frowns and looks down at herself. She squeezes one and pushes them together. “I don’t know. They’re fine. Just boobs.”

“They’re perfect.”

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