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And Christ.

I am consumed.

Set on fire.

Ripped apart and put back together by this kiss alone.

Sammy is right. I am his. Completely and irrevocably his.

But is he mine?

Chapter 17-Sammy

Iknow this obsession I have with my new wife isn’t normal.

But fuck me, I can’t seem to help myself.

I can’t stop touching her.

I can’t stop watching her, holding her, breathing her in like I’m an addict chasing his next high.

Because that’s exactly what I am now.

An addict.

And Aella is my only drug.

She’s sleeping, curled soft and warm against my chest, her delicate breaths puffing against my skin.

Poor worn-out thing.

Not that I can blame her.

Not after the absolute destruction I rained down on her body.

Not after I knocked our breakfast off the table just to sit her fine ass on it and feast on my sweet Pixie’s sublime sex.

I was ravenous for her.

Still am.

I need to consume her.

But I also know I need to pace myself, to remember she’s new to all this, that she’s still learning the language of pleasure, the rhythm of us.

But just acknowledging that I’m her first does something to me I can hardly describe.

It’s a primordial mixture of pride and humility, tangled with something darker, more possessive.

Because she chose me.

Out of every man in the world, she chose me to be the one to have her first.

That’s a fucking honor.

One I will spend the rest of my life proving myself worthy of.

She makes a soft sound, shifting against me, her body warming to consciousness, and my heart swells painfully.

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