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“I vow to you, Malakai,” Never has my name sounded so good coming from a woman’s lips. “I am going to make your life hell. Miserable. You’re going to regret ever thinking you’re going to get a quiet, obedient little wife with me.”
“It will be a cold day in hell when I want a man like you.”
“Kitten, I’ve no problem throwing you over my shoulder to get you to the altar. You’re mine, no matter which way I have to make it happen.”
She tastes like devastation, like the sweetest ruin, and I’m starving for her. She makes it damn hard to breathe.
“Scratch and bite all you want, kitten,” I say to her, “But you’re now mine. My wife. Make sure you remember that when you look into the mirror and reminisce what it felt like to kiss me.”
She wants to play with fire I’ll make sure to give the greatest flames.
“You’re a brat, Olivia,” Sweat coats my skin, “I’m going to fuck this attitude right out of you.”
“Why are you in bed then?” “Because I want to hold you,”
“You may not care about me, kitten,” His chest rumbles, “But I’m certainly finding I care an awful lot about you, certainly more than I ever expected I would.”
“I’ve thought about nothing but you all fucking day today, Olivia. I have barely been able to concentrate when all I can think about is this damn body, and your fucking moans and when I’m going to fucking see you smile again.”
“Yes, I’ve thought about fucking you.” He admits. “And if you’ve eaten. Or had water. I’ve nearly fucking lost my mind thinking about another man being near you when you’re wearing this fucking outfit. And I was watching the damn clock, waiting for you to get home just so I could fucking see you.”
“I find with you; I don’t hate anything at all.”
“I want to mark you, Olivia,” He rasps, “Paint you mine so the whole fucking world knows that I am yours.”
She’s only ever called me Malakai, if she uses my name at all, and hearing her call me something so intimate, like we were more than enemies, more than a man who forced a woman to marry him, feels like an ending to my universe and a beginning all the same.
He’s strength and safety in the most profound way considering he’s the most dangerous man I know. But for me? He isn’t a monster. He isn’t the devil. For me he is a rock. He is a net to catch me, a crutch to hold me up.
“You came for me,” I say, feeling the sting of tears. “I will always come for you, Olivia. Always, you hear me?”
“Because there is nothing I won’t do to make sure you’re protected. I will burn every city to the ground to eliminate any threat to you. I am your shield, Olivia. Your bullet. I am your husband.”
She is the balm on my soul. She makes breathing so fucking easy.
So, I hold her hand as if I can tether her to me, like I can hold her permanently to me in fear that one day she may leave. And despite being the selfish asshole that I am, I know I’d let her go. But with this link, with everything I am, I hold her, I show her without words that I need her like a rope to the earth, grounding me.
I am in love with my wife. And it might just be the very thing that kills me.
“I’ll give you the world, Olivia, you just need to ask.” But I don’t want the world. Just this with him.
“I will always choose you, Olivia.” I vow. “You might not see it right now, but I will always choose you.”
“For the rest of my life, Olivia, I will love you. Every bratty, rebellious side of you. I will laugh with you, and hold you when you cry, will worship you, and look after you. I will continue to choose you, no matter the outcome because you are it. It’s not the sun I seek after the storm, it’s you. Always you.”
