The feeling settles over me as the priest skips straight to the vows, just as Viviana ordered.
And when I stand in front of the woman who has weaseled her way into my thoughts for the last six f*****g years and call her “my wife,” some primal urge I’ve never felt before rises up in me.
When I vow to protect her and cherish her, I’m not lying.
“This is my solemn vow,” I recite at the end, holding her delicate fingers against my calloused palm.
Viviana rolls her eyes and repeats her own vows through gritted teeth.
A large part of me wishes s*x was on the table. The only thing that would make her defiance better is knowing the way she’d melt beneath me later. It’s been six years and I can still feel the way she pulsed around me. Hear the way she moaned my name.
“I now pronounce you man
