“I’m officially calling my kiss.”
“You got it, Mister.”
Lincoln and I embrace and share a gentle brush of the lips. I know I’m part lust demon and all, but it’s been a big day, and this is one huge audience. The choir takes up again, and we process our way out of the Chapel. As we walk down the main aisle, the angels now take flight as they sing while the rock band kicks musical ass once again.
“You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you find
You get what you need”
As we head toward our four different receptions—there was no single ballroom big enough to hold everyone—I take this as another moment to soak into my soul and save up for later. Because what’s happening now? It’s nothing less than supernatural, unexpected, and downright bizarre.
In other words, perfect.
Chapter Thirty-One
The rest of the night turns into a blur of ballrooms and orchestras. The angelic choir parties like the rock stars they are. I dance with everyone: Lincoln, Mom, Dad, Cissy, Walker, Octavia, and even Connor. Just because Lincoln’s father is a useless pile of dung doesn’t mean I can’t be gracious on my wedding day.
I’m gabbing it up with some of Cissy’s senator buddies at who-knows-what o’clock in the morning when I feel a familiar warmth at my back.
Lincoln.
His voice is all low and yummy in my ear. “Time to leave, my Queen.”
My mouth winds into a sneaky grin. “Lead on, my King.” Lincoln is an expert at bagging out on long formal events. And even though this is one hell of a party, it’s not as fun as being alone with my guy. The thought of it sends heat coiling through me. Now that we’ve made the decision to start a family, I can’t wait for everything to start.
Mostly the sex part.
Lincoln takes my hand, and we weave through the crowd to what looks like a floor-length mirror. Lincoln taps on the frame in an odd rhythm. Instantly, it swings open to reveal a dark corridor hidden inside the wall. My eyebrows lift. “How many of these secret passages are squirreled away in this place?”
“Tons. There are some unused Pulpitum, too. I’ve found…” He bobs his head from side to side. “Maybe half of them.”
“You’re such a sneaky guy.”
“And proud of it. You’ll find my skills come in handy.”
“No doubt.” I squeeze in through the door and enter the stone hallway beyond. Lincoln navigates the labyrinth of corridors like a pro. After all the excitement today, it’s awesome to be someplace quiet. In no time, Lincoln pushes on a section of rock wall, which swings open to reveal the interior of the walk-in closet of his private chambers. I step inside and smile.
“This is super-handy. Who knew you had a door here?”
“I did, actually.”
“Ha-ha.” I scan all Lincoln’s clothes. There’s something intimate about being around his mix of casual modern stuff, medieval tunics, and leather pants. Especially the leather pants, if I’m being totally honest.
Before I know it, closet inspection time is over, and Lincoln’s mouth is on mine. This isn’t a chaste brush of the lips like we shared in front of the crowd. This kiss is possessive and charged. We’ve spent months getting to know each other’s bodies, so we both know exactly what to do next.
I gently bite his lower lip. He loves that.
Lincoln slides his hands around the swell of my breasts and grips my backside hard. Now this is one of my favorites.
Our kiss turns fierce and one thing is clear. There is way too much clothing going on. I break our kiss and tug at his tunic. “Can we, uh?”
Lincoln grins, and this is his sneaky smile, the one he saves when it’s just him and me. He knows I want him to tear everything off, but he also knows that if he goes slowly, it will drive me crazy.
One guess what he does.
He goes so slowly that I’m about to lose my freaking mind.
One by one, Lincoln undoes the buttons down my back. His warm fingers brush against my bare skin, making me shiver. My wedding gown pools at my feet. I stand naked before Lincoln, except for my wedding jewels and heels. He steps back and admires the view. There’s something heated and even worshipful in his gaze. I love it.
I love other things just as much, though. Like the fact that it’s Lincoln’s turn to get naked.
“Now you.” I guide him in pulling off his tunic, chain mail, and undershirt. In the process, I make sure to include a lot of touching. In particular, Lincoln’s bare chest is a work of art. He has super-broad shoulders and well-defined abs. There are even a few scars along his rib cage. As a warrior, I think they’re my favorite.
Lincoln’s naked from the waist up. I brush my fingertips along his bare waistline. Now, it’s his turn to shiver. I help press his leather pants to the floor beside my white gown. Lincoln kicks off his boots and with that, we’re both naked. My inner lust demon roars to live, pumping heat through every inch of me.