War pulls me back down, luring me back to him with his heated kisses. “Not so quick, my wife.” He brushes my dark hair aside so that he can kiss the nape of my neck. “But I’m dirty,” I protest, desperate to put a little distance between us. “Nothing about what we did was dirty,” War says, a bit too fervently. “And I like having myself all over you.” That’s exactly what I’m having an issue with. “It is going to be different now,” he adds. I swallow. Uh oh. “Um, what do you mean?” I say carefully, keeping my tone light. “You are mine wholly and completely—and I am yours. For now and always it
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