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“Angel, I never agree?—”

I rush back to him and shut him up with a kiss, deciding then and there to never put my heart in the mix where this man in concerned.

CHAPTER 23

Emmett

Heart attack!

System shut down.

I don’t know what to call this sudden ambush that weakens my knees to the point where I almost have to slide down the wall with my fiery bride in my arms.

Now, I might be a lot of things, but a saint isn’t one.

When it comes to my wife, I’ve done everything I can to keep my filthy thoughts and intents hidden to the point of nonexistent.

But… they do exist.

The blood in my veins that had simmered down suddenly flares back up, igniting into an inferno as her tongue darts out seductively against the seam of my lips, demanding entrance.

My mind is blown!

She completely takes over my soul with this kiss, our first real kiss if we’re being clear, and it awakens my weary soul, making it sing to Heaven.

Feeling utterly helpless to deny myself any longer, I cup her beautiful face and kiss her back harder, taking full control.

This right here, my wife in my arms, kissing me like this, her body seductively pressed against mine while she wears the wedding dress she married me in, my ring that I put on her finger, and now she has my last name…. this is everything.

Never in a million years did I think this would be possible, let alone happen.

So, carried away by the insanity of this dream, I kiss her back, then bite her bottom lip, which makes her moan loudly. I smirk against her lips.

I kiss her some more, loving the way she’s responding to me, tasting her, savoring her, my every atom being hijacked by my wife.

Angel is a type of poison I don’t have the power or ability to fight off anymore.

In meeting her, I was curious and resentful.

Then protective with an agenda.

By the time I realized I was too indulgent of her and needed to let go, she had already sunk into my bone marrow, my soul, and my fucked-up heart, fusing me into her very being like a moth to a flame.

So now, kissing her like this… I can’t help but feeleverything.The heady, breathless, deep, carnal concoction of her.

Until a throat clears.

Angel suddenly pulls back, jumping in fright, but I quickly pull her back flush against me.

Now that she’s mine, I’m never letting her go.

Before Angel can turn to look at the imposter, I restrict her movement by placing my hand at the back of her neck, keeping her facing me. Just me.

From now on, this is how it’s going to be… as it always was.

“What?” I mutter, not bothering to look to where he stands. I just hold Angel’s stunned gaze.

“Grandfather wants to talk to you,” Vaughn says in a flat tone, but it can’t completely mask his displeasure.

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