Page 83 of Savage Obsession

My throat tightens. I am his. And he is mine.

The officiant clears his throat, and the ceremony begins.

Unlike our first wedding, there is no coldness between us this time. No tension, no unspoken defiance. This time, I don’t hold back.

I take Aithan’s hands and lift my chin with pride as I lavish him with my love in front of everyone who has ever mattered.

“I didn’t think love was meant for people like us,” I begin, my voice steady. “I thought it was a weakness. That it made you vulnerable. But then you walked into my life, and you didn’t just take my body—you took everything. My heart. My soul.”

Aithan’s fingers tighten around mine, his chest rising and falling heavily.

“I have never loved anyone the way I love you. I have never wanted anything the way I want you. And I will spend every day of my life proving to you that I am yours.” My voice shakes now, but I push through. “I love you, Aithan Vasilios. With everything I am.”

Aithan’s jaw tightens, his throat working as he swallows hard. When he speaks, his voice is low, raw, and full of worship.

“I never thought I’d love again,” he confesses, and my heart clenches. “I never thought I could want more than power, more than control. But then I met you, and you turned my world upside down.”

His hands cup my face now, his thumbs brushing away the tears spilling down my cheeks.

“You are my greatest obsession, Yelena. My deepest desire. And the only thing I will ever bow to.”

I let out a soft sob as his forehead rests against mine.

“This time, I choose you.” His voice breaks, and the world disappears as his lips claim mine.

As we kiss, theEllinikiand the Bratva stand together, a symbol of power and unity.

This is our empire now. Not just Aithan’s. Not just mine. Ours.

When we finally pull apart, cheers erupt.

Aithan pulls me into his arms, ignoring the crowd, the guests, and the world. His lips graze my ear, sending heat curling through my veins.

“This time, I choose you,” he whispers again.

And this time, it’s forever.

Aithan

The honeymoon suite is drenched in luxury—floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the glittering skyline, silk sheets the color of midnight, soft golden lighting that bathes Yelena in a glow so breathtaking it makes my chest ache.

But I don’t give a damn about any of it.

Not when she’s standing in front of me, still dressed in her wedding gown, her electric blue eyes locked onto mine with something deeper than love. Something soul-binding.

I pull her against me, my hands tracing the delicate beading of her gown before slipping lower, curving over the small of her back.

“I have a gift for you.”

She tilts her head up, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “You’ve already given me an island, Aithan. What extravagant thing could you possibly have for me now?”

I smirk, reaching into my jacket pocket and pulling out a small velvet box.

The second I flip it open, Yelena gasps.

A necklace of pure diamonds and sapphires, shaped like flames, glows in the soft light. The centerpiece is a teardrop-cut sapphire, the exact color of her eyes.

Yelena swallows, her fingers brushing over the stones, her expression unreadable.

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