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then tugs me forward into a kiss so violent that our teeth clash and I swear I taste blood.
    “You are my wife, Nikki. My heart, my life.”
    “Say it again,” I beg.
    “Wife,” he says, understanding perfectly what I need to hear. He moves behind me, his palms stroking my shoulders, my back, my ass. “Mine,” he adds as he presses against me from behind and slides his hand around to stroke my sex. I am drenched, desperately turned on, and a wild tremor shakes my body.
    We’re one, he and I. And right now I need him inside me, as if in proof of that simple truism. “Please, Damien. I need you.”
    “Not yet,” he says, and I hear the rustle of cloth as he takes off his shorts. He moves back in front of me now, and as he goes to unbind one of my hands, I take the opportunity to drink in the perfection that is Damien Stark. He’s impressive dressed; naked and erect, he’s perfection. And I am selfishly, greedily, gloriously happy that he is mine.
    “You’re smiling,” he says.
    “I have reason to.”
    “We both do.”
    One of my hands is still bound, but he turns me so that my back is to the wall. He kisses me gently, his tongue exploring my mouth even as his hands graze my body, as if he is just discovering me for the first time.
    With my free hand, I clutch the back of his head, keeping him close to me, not wanting this kiss to end, but also not wanting it sweet. I want it hard. I want to be fucked.
    I want to be claimed like a bride of the honeymoons of old.
    “Claim me,” I say. “Please, Damien, take me now. I need you to. I need to surrender.”
    It is as if my words are an invocation; he deepens the kiss, taking as much as I can give, demanding everything I have.
    Roughly, he presses me back so that I am against the wall, then takes my leg and lifts it so that my thigh rests on his hip and I am open to him. He fingers me, and I arch back from the glorious sensation of being explored. “I love how wet you are,” he murmurs, and before I can respond, he closes his hands around my waist and lifts me up and thrusts his cock deep inside me. I cry out, taking all of him and wanting more.
    He slams us backward, pressing me hard against the wall as he pounds deeper and deeper into me. I clutch his shoulders and cling tight, my body open to him, my need for him just as savage as his for me.
    This isn’t about romance and wine and roses and moonlight. This is wild. This is primitive.
    This is wonderful.
    He is claiming me. Marking me.
    He is giving me what I need—
everything
I need—and I willingly surrender to both him and to the waves of pleasure that rise up, higher and higher as we continue to move together, the storm building inside both of us.
    “Say it,” I demand as my body reaches the crest. “Oh, god, please, I need to hear you say it.”
    Our bodies slam together again in one final, brilliant thrust even as the word I crave crashes over me, pushing me over the precipice and sending me hurtling toward the stars in an explosion of light and color.
    “Wife,” he cries even as his own release takes him. “You are my wife, my life, my love.”
    And Damien … Damien is my husband.

Chapter 3
    The sea is calm and I am floating, my head tilted back and my eyes open to the sky. Clouds move lazily above me, drifting upon the air as I drift upon the sea. I cannot see Damien, but I can feel him, and I know that he is near and that I am not alone.
    It is him as much as the water that buoys me, and I breathe deep, then close my eyes, warm and safe and alive.
    I do not know how long I drift, I only know that when I open my eyes, it is dark and the stars wink down at me, not soft and gentle, but with a devious malice, as if they hold a secret that I am not allowed to share.
    I tremble, suddenly aware that I can no longer see or feel him, and a bubble of panic rises in me. I tense, my breathing becomes shallow. I struggle to stay afloat, but it is no use. As if the water has claws, it pulls me under, and