Page 23 of The Possession
I smiled. “She’ll manage.” Although, there would definitely be some lasting bruises under her white gown. “I’ll bring her by in the morning for a proper introduction. You are my groomsmen, after all.” She knew Declan and Ian by their last names because that was how I mentioned them in casual conversation. First names were reserved for bedroom play.
Declan tossed his towel into a bin near the corner, then gave me a nod. “Thanks for the memorable bachelor party.”
I chuckled. “Beats a strip club.”
“It abso-fucking-lutely does,” Ian agreed. “We’ll see you in the morning.”
I left them to it, trusting them to find their own guest rooms within the manor. It wasn’t like they hadn’t stayed here before; it was just their first time meeting Savannah.
Man, I really needed to make a better effort to see them more often.
Now that Savannah had met them, I suspected she’d feel the same.
I carried her upstairs into our bedroom suite, then laid her on the couch while I went to fix her a warm bath. She’d stir soon, and I wanted to ensure she was comfortable when she did.
The bath filled quickly, the water the right level of warmth. I added some peppermint salts to the steaming liquid, then kicked off my pants and returned to the sitting area of our suite to retrieve my bride-to-be.
Her head rested against my shoulder, her dark hair falling in alluring ringlets across my skin. “You’re stunning,” I told her softly. “I’m so thankful you chose me, Savannah. Every damn day.”
She made a noise, as if to remind me that I technically picked her. But it really was a mutual claim.
From the moment I walked into her father’s office and found her sitting in his chair, I’d wanted her.
Finding out that she was actually the acting CEO had only made me that much more attracted to her.
We’d fought over the acquisition, but in the end, I’d won. Not just because my money allowed her family’s company the fresh start they needed, but because I’d brought her to her literal knees.
She’d been mine ever since.
And Saturday, it would be official to everyone we knew.
A beautiful white wedding, all meant as a societal facade to finalize what she and I already knew—we were meant for each other.
Her inner deviant craved my dominance.
Just as my inner alpha required her submission.
A match made in bliss.
We loved to play, but it was these moments we both cherished most. Where I took care of her and she leaned on me for my strength.
I stepped into the bath first, testing the water with my toes. It stung a little, but I knew she liked it hot, so I lowered us both down into the deep tub while keeping her secured against my chest.
She moaned at the impact, her body sore from being so thoroughly used. I’d seen her on the edge of giving up, her fist rising just enough to warn me she’d been pushed to her limits.
We’d eased up on her then. Although, I doubted she’d really noticed. Her mind had fallen so far into the bliss of passion that she wouldn’t have been able to focus much beyond the sensation rioting through her.
But I saw her reaction.
And I’d made sure my friends noticed it, too.
I would never break Savannah, my fragile beauty of perfection. Push her, yes. Harm her, no. She was mine to protect. Always.
My lips brushed her forehead. “Come back to me, baby,” I murmured, wanting to lure her out of her submissive haven. She’d fallen into her blissful cocoon where her mind and body relaxed as one. This was the gift I often gave her—the passionate push into a subspace where no one could touch her.
No one but me.
I picked up a sponge and began to lightly wash the last few hours of sex off her skin. She mumbled an approval but otherwise remained in her dark place.
