Chapter 58
Xavier
I walk away from the altar to grab Delilah’s shoes and turn on the UV lights.
Her eyes widen. “What are you doing?”
“I want to see my cum on you.”
“Seriously?”
I nod. “Seriously.”
Her laughter fills the air and my soul. Fuck, if that’s not music to my ears.
I kneel in front of Delilah and look up at my girl.
My bride.
My fiancée.
She’s so beautiful. My cum stains her mouth. Her thighs. Then there’s the imprint of her lips on the altar from when she kissed it.
I’m going to marry the fuck out of her.
“Give me your foot,” I say.
She shakes her head. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know. I want to take care of you, little raptor. Always have and always will.”
Delilah extends her legs, placing one foot in my waiting hand and resting the other on my thigh.
I take the delicate high heel and carefully guide her foot into it.
She watches me with a mixture of amusement and adoration flickering across her face as I meticulously secure the strap around her ankle, ensuring it’s snug but not too tight.
When I’m done, I linger for a moment, tracing a small circle at her ankle before moving on. Once the second shoe is in place, I look up at her, sliding my hands along her legs.
“You look good on your knees,” she says, a playful glint in her eyes.
“Watch your mouth, or it’ll get fucked again.”
She purses her lips. “Promise?”
With a smirk, I get to my feet and pull Delilah into my arms to kiss her. To dominate her. My cum on her mouth mixes with the taste of her as I drive my tongue between her lips, devouring this woman with an insatiable hunger.
The last time we were in this chapel, Delilah was my bride. The next time we’re here, she’ll enter as my fiancée and leave as my wife.
Mrs. Delilah Donovan.
I have her body.
I have her trust.
I have her love.
But most importantly, I have her.