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murmured.
    “Yes,” I agreed, not taking my eyes off her delicate face. “Lift your hair for me.”
    She gathered her long dark hair and her veil, sweeping them up so I could close the collar around her slim neck and lock it in place. A sense of peace settled over me when the tiny padlock clicked closed.
    My sub. My wife.
    My dick swelled, and I couldn’t wait a second longer to claim her. I bent down and picked her up before laying her out on the altar. My compliant sub stretched her arms above her head, ready for me to bind her to the table.
    “No,” I said softly as I settled my body over hers. “Hold on to me.”
    I freed myself from my leathers and found her wet heat. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, welcoming me inside. I drove into her tight sheath in one possessive thrust. She cried out, and her back arched, pressing her breasts against my chest. I reached between us to toy with her hard nipples, staying still within her as I tormented her. I waited until she was whimpering and writhing on my cock before I moved again. I started with fast, shallow thrusts. When she started panting in need, I slowed down, entering her in long strokes that tormented us both. Her nails scraped down my back, and she pulled me closer. I growled and nipped at her neck, admonishing her. She let out a shuddering sigh, and her palms pressed flat against my shoulders in a silent promise not to scratch me again.
    Perfect. Fucking perfect.
    Although I was peripherally aware of the crowd bearing witness to our union, none of them mattered. Lydia was the only one who mattered. Everything about her was essential to me—her heartbeat, her breath, her love. She belonged to me in every way possible, body and soul.
    My pleasure came in a sudden, visceral rush, and I ground myself against her clit to trigger her orgasm as I began to come inside her. She screamed out her bliss, and her inner walls contracted around me, claiming my pleasure every bit as much as I claimed hers. I drove into her one last time, riding out our mutual pleasure as she continued to moan and shudder beneath me.
    “I love you, Master,” she whispered. “My husband.”
    “I love you, my sweet wife. You’re mine forever now.”
    “Yes,” she smiled. “Forever.”