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Of course, she would hate that color just because of them, just because of what they made her live through.
I feel like I should have known, but then I remind myself that I sent those dresses a couple of days ago,beforeI knew she had the most beautiful black wings.
“I’ll always have darker clothes ready for you, Little Devil,” I tell her right in time for the priest to ask me if I consent to our wedding.
“I do,” I answer truthfully, and it’s a scary truth, because I do want to take her as my wife, but I’m even more scared to make it real.
The priest asks the same question to Angélique, and she answers without missing a beat.
I wonder what is going inside her mind as we exchange rings, and then the priest says, “You may kiss the bride.”
Fuck.
I forgot about that.
I still have Angélique’s hand clutched in mine, so I bring it to my chest and bend my head to reach her.
Just kiss her softly and be done. Just a peck on the lips, nothing else,I tell myself as our lips enter into contact.
Except, I have no idea what I’m doing.
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Just for the sight of Elhyor’s mouth dropping at my arrival and the sneer on my father’s face, waiting an hour in that little sewing shop was worth it.
Mariane had wonderful machines that could dye any fabric perfectly in just a couple dozen minutes. The gold was a bit trickier to apply, but I wanted it still.
Elhyor might not realize that it was a reminder of his door, but I also like the effect it has on the whole dress.
All of that thinking goes straight out the window when his lips meet mine, though.
I knew this was going to happen, but I was also scared of it.
My first kiss.
This is my first kiss.
I might not really know what I’m doing, but as the soft press of him against me deepens, I decide I don’t care and answer in earnest.
I let my lips slip over his, tightening my fingers around the lapel of his tuxedo where he settled it before he bent to kiss me.
Before I know it, my lips have melted to his, and he’s biting softly on my lower one to get more access to my mouth.
I gasp at the pinch and his tongue slips past my lips, tracing my upper lip slowly and then the lower one.
I have the distant thought that this kiss might be totally improper in a church, with people looking at us, but I don’t care anymore, and I let my tongue do the same to him until it tangles with his and all I want is for this kiss to never end.
There is the sound of someone clearing their throat, and then Elhyor’s lips are gone, leaving mine tingling and my body in a state of arousal I’ve never known.
“I declare you husband and wife,” the priest says as he motions us to turn in the direction of the room.
That’s when it settles in. I’m married now.
And I might have embarrassed myself a bit in front of a whole lot of people with that kiss, but it was worth it.
It was totally worth it.
