Page 91 of Sire
Once again.I don’t care.
Softly, I kiss her. “Wait here.”
“Where are you going?”
“To turn off the lights and security cameras.”
The candelabras still flicker from our ceremony as I aim for the sacristy room beside the sanctuary. Here, we store our vestments and get ready for service. We also control the lights and cameras. I turn them off and return to find Wren, with her hands clasped and her head bowed toward the cross.
I gulp with a lump in my throat.
God, I know you exist because…
My angel is praying.
And she truly looks like one.
White, virginal lace shrouds her. Her dress. Her veil. Her pure face. Her immaculate body.
My soul is not mine. Neither is my heart nor body. It’s all hers and aching at the sight of my new wife.
Longingly, I approach her. “What are you praying for?”
With her eyes closed, she sighs, “For it not to hurt.”
“Come here.” I pull her into my arms. Holding her, I’m a storm of hard urges and soft emotions. “I’ll go slow. I can’t promise it won’t hurt, but I swear I’ll make it feel good, too.”
“How?” She’s sounding worried.
“Your fellow queen, Delphine, left us a few things.”
In quick steps, I grab the white, quilted satin bag that Delphine left hidden under the pew. I show Wren the heart tag withBRIDEscripted in gold.
It makes her smile. “What’s in it?”
“Some items I asked another queen to get for us.”
Her eyes light up. “Like?”
“Like toys, lube…” I drop the bag beside us and lean down, hungrily kissing her neck. “Like I’m about to fuck you for the first time, my wife, and like hell if I won’t make you enjoy it, too.”
I gather her into my arms and carefully guide our bodies to the floor.
Evil and erotic sensations burst through my body at the sight of Wren veiled in white against the blood red carpet. The candles flicker. The cross looms. The welcome weight of my new wedding band catches the light with my arms braced over her. Her eyes glow, her gaze unknowing and trusting and …mine.
Mine.
Mine.
It flips the switch, and I kiss her. I kiss my wife, my Wren, my whole world is contained in this perfect woman.
In three breaths, she’s taking my kiss, too. She’s makingmy ears ring, my skin sweat, my erection is painful. She’s grabbing my tie and hair and wanting more.More.
Biting and kissing her neck, she cranes it open for me before I steam over her ear. “I’m going to fuck you in your wedding dress. I want my bride’s blood on my cock and soul. You’re going to take every inch of me into your tight virgin cunt until you’re my wife. SayI do.”
“Yes, Sire, I do. I will,” she sighs with new submission.
It’s the rush of blood I need. Lust slams through my bones, and I rip her tiny bodice down, threads and boning snapping in my grasp.
