Chapter 106 Hundred And Six
DANIKA
Kaziel's hands are steady in mine. The officiant's voice fades in and out as the breeze moves through the hall. Someone sniffles behind us, it's probably Cora or Kira. I don't hear most of the ceremony. I don't need to. Because this isn't where love is explained.
It's where it is recognized.
"Do you take—"
"Yes," Kaziel says immediately.
The officiant pauses, amused.
"I—uh—"
"I do," my man repeats, his eyes never leaving mine.
Laughter rolls through the guests, heat creeping up my face.
"And Danika—"
"Yes," I say, just as quickly.
Kaz's mouth curves.
The officiant smiles. "Then by the power vested in me..."
The words fade out as emotions flood over me while I gaze deep into Kaziel's blue eyes.
"You may kiss your bride."
Kaziel leans in close, so much that I can count his lashes. Then his lips meet mine. It starts out soft and tender, quickly becoming sensual and passionate, my nerves buzzing from the intensity. The cheers grow louder and louder, like fireworks.
"You're still choosing me?" My husband murmurs.
I flash him a big smile. "Every time."
Azren cheers way too loudly. "Daddy did it!"
Kaz laughs into my hair. "I did."
I lace my fingers through his.
Husband.
The word settles deep into my bones, igniting overwhelming feelings. I'm married to him. My Kaziel. It almost doesn't feel real. And with the way he's looking at me, I can tell he's in awe too.
...
The front door clicks shut behind us, and I finally exhale. Kaziel doesn't even make it two steps down the hallway. He backs me gently against the wall, one hand braced beside my head, the other sliding to my waist. His lips find mine, his kisses deepening with a hungry sound that stirs my body awake.
I laugh into the kiss. "We didn't even make it to the bedroom."
He smiles against my lips. "You have no idea how badly I was holding back. Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Especially in that dress?"
Fair.
He kisses me again, and I reach up to cup his face, running my fingers through his hair. He nips at my bottom lip, sucking and teasing until a moan slips out of me. I want him so bad.
"Azren's good?" I murmur.
"With your dad," he says softly. "He already negotiated pancakes for breakfast and an extra bedtime story."
I snort. "Of course he did."
"He also told your dad he's 'the man of the house tonight.'"
I grin. "Oh, we've been demoted already."
Kaziel kisses the corner of my mouth. "Worth it."
We start down the hallway hand in hand, our shoes abandoned somewhere behind us.
"So," I say casually, trying to ignore how wet his kisses made me, "husband."
He hums. "Yes, wife?"
That word does something dangerous to my insides.
"We survived the wedding."
"We did," he says.
I laugh as he nudges the door open with his foot. The room looks like something out of a movie. Candlelight and roses.
Kaziel turns me gently so my back's to the door.
"You know," he says thoughtfully, brushing his thumb along my jaw, "there was a moment today where I thought my heart might actually explode."
"Oh?" I tease. "Which one?"
"When you walked down the aisle," he says without hesitation. "And then again when Azren yelled 'Daddy did it.' And again when you said yes. And again when you kissed me."
I grin. "That's... a lot of explosions."
"I'm very resilient."
I wrap my arms around his neck. "You're very dramatic."
He smiles. "I married you. I had to adapt."
I kiss him slower this time, sweeter.
When we pull back, he rests his forehead against mine.
"It's just us tonight," he murmurs. "No emergencies. No gods. No chaos."
I smile. "Just husband and wife."
"And a very smug grandpa babysitting our son."
Kaziel inhales deeply, gently tugging at my chin. "Let me look at my wife."
He presses a kiss to my forehead, my cheeks, my lips, and my nose.
"So fucking beautiful," he breathes.
I blush hard, lowering my gaze, a tingle in my belly.
"Come on, I want to see what's under this dress. My addiction, I need it."
Biting my lower lip, I hold his gaze as I unzip my dress, slowly easing out of it. I watch his eyes dilate quickly, his breathing quickening. Then I step out of the mass of fabric in my white lingerie.
"Holy hell," he groans, and I move forward, sliding off his blazer. His shirt follows next. And his impatience kicks in. He walks us towards the bed, teasing my lips, his tongue exploring my mouth. I barely register him taking his pants off. And then I freeze when I notice the new addition to his tattoos. Right on his hip. It's my name with a dove attached to it.
"Kaz," I breathe, mesmerized as I run my fingers over his spot.
"You like it?" He asks huskily, brushing my hair away from my face.
"A lot."
He beams, moving me to the bed. He kisses along my neck and collarbones, his hand sliding up my thick thigh.
I reach for his dick, my mouth growing dry in anticipation.
"Are you going to fuck me good tonight, Daddy?" I whisper, blinking innocently at him as I stroke his cock.
"You can count on it," he rasps, taking off my lingerie to expose every part of me to his voracious gaze.
He cups my boobs, sucking on them. I scratch his scalp lightly as he feasts, a primal growl tearing out of him. My body arches against him as he attends to the other nipple, kissing it softly and rolling his wet tongue over my hardened peak.
He slides a hand between my legs, his fingers grazing my swollen clit. He traces it down to my wet slit, groaning in appreciation.
My husband crashes his lips against mine, stroking my clit slowly at first. Then his pace quickens. I gasp against his lips as my body shudders in his arms. He swallows my cries, holding me steady as I cum hard. But he doesn't stop. He plunges two of his fingers into my pussy, the wet squelching sound making me moan.
"Fuck!" I scream as he hits the spot that makes my legs shake, my chest heaving. And when my climax hits, he starts eating me out. My hands grip his hair as he draws another orgasm out of me, lapping my release.
Then he pulls himself up, stroking his dick. I watch as it grows bigger and bigger, my mouth watering.
"I love you, sweetheart," he whispers in my ear, thrusting into me in a slow stroke, entwining our fingers together. All of my pent-up emotions hit me as our lips meet, tears leaking down my face.
"Don't hold back, babe. Give me everything," I whisper, and he rams his cock deep into me. A cry slips out of my lips as I cum immediately, my legs vibrating from the raw intensity. He fucks me harder, and the pressure explodes. He's a beast in bed, and I fucking love it.
He might be a monster.
But he's all mine.