Viya's POV
He obeyed with gratifying speed, stripping out of his clothes until he stood before me in all his glory. My mouth went dry at the sight of him—all hard muscle and coiled strength, his member already hard and ready for me.
"Bed," he commanded, voice rough. "Now."
I backed toward the massive bed, heart racing with anticipation. This was our wedding night. This was the moment everything would change.
He prowled after me, eyes never leaving mine, until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. I sat, then lay back against the pillows, watching as he climbed over me.
"Do you know how long I've wanted this?" he murmured, settling between my thighs. "How many nights I've dreamed about making you mine? Marking you? Claiming you in every way possible?"
"Show me," I chal
