Chapter 77 - Warning

And suddenly the song changed.

Perfect.

Who could win against Ed Sheeran?

"You are not playing fair." She breathed. The man could defeat Romeo when it came to romance.

"I never agreed to play fair, wife." He countered. She has to admit for a brief moment that the way, the word 'wife ' intimately rolled off his tongue brought shudders down her spine.

Well, he was not finished yet.

"When I saw you in that dress...Looking so beautiful...I don't deserve this...Darling, you look perfect tonight..." He sang along with the singer while peeking into her soul through her eyes.

He lowered his pace and she attempted to match, afraid not to step on his feet.

"God, you took my breath away when I saw you walking down the aisle with your father and grandfather, with that million dollars smile on your face," he said, the rough timbre of the voice soothing her stiff back." I was restraining my inner devil not to run and take you right there."

He pulled her closer, their bodies were almost touching -- so close, she could feel his hot breath against her cheeks.

"I love that you wore your hair down today." He tucked the strand of her hair behind her ear. He had never seen her hair without an updo or bun. There was something different about her today-- something he couldn't exactly describe in words.

"Jesus." She groaned. He's purposely fiddling with her emotions.

It was their wedding night for crying out loud. And this man was delighted with a single dance.

"Patience, wife." He said in a calm tone as if he could read her mind. "Patience is the cure to everything."

"Unfortunately, you are my only cure now." She countered. Remind her again, why on earth she agreed to marry this smug bastard?

"You are tired." His tone was teasing.

"That's very gentlemanly of you, husband." She hissed.

"Stop teasing and put us both out of our misery."Seeing he had no intention of doing something that includes clothes on the floor, she stomped on his foot again.

"Jesus, woman." He groaned."You'll be damned if you make it fucking easy on me."

She glared at him.

"Although I love your wedding dress, I would prefer it on the floor." he rasped.

Finally.

"Get me out of this troublesome dress." She pulled her hair over her shoulder, exposing the back of the dress.

"Gladly." He smirked and began unbuttoning her dress. " I just realized I don't like your dress. Did you specifically choose the dress to tease me? "

She laughed. " Guess."

She stepped out of the dress with his assistance. He sucked in a breath at the sight in front of him. God, he couldn't even describe it.

( I could have described for my dear readers but what can I do? he is so goddamm possessive over his wife.)

Fucking divinity.

"Jie--"

He swallowed the rest of her sentence with his mouth as he connected it to hers, connecting them with a deep, toe-curling kiss. She opened her mouth to welcome his tongue slipping in and roaming in dominance.

She moaned and circled her arms around his neck. He growled and pulled her closer to him. He dominated her mouth as he owned it. With each lick of his tongue, the pleasure spread through her, dampening the core.

"You are so fucking infuriating. Anyone ever told you  that?"

"Yeah...you did mention once" She gasped.

" And you never tried to know the reason?"

"Hah... does it matter?" She breathed out.

"No. At least not now."He grunted. " You are so goddamm maddening. But so mine.Just mine. "

She found herself on her back on the bed and saw him kicking off his pants, displaying himself in all his naked glory, and dear God this man was gorgeous.

He loomed over her, kissed, sucked, and nibbled every nook of her body; as a man starved for food. Instinctively, her claws sank deep into his back.