Rachel’s POV
When night fell, Scar carried me to his bedroom without bothering to shut the door behind us and tossed me onto the bed. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the lamps and the city lights bleeding in through the windows, shadows stretching across the walls. He watched me with open hunger as I slipped out of my wedding dress, the lace pooling at my feet, while I watched him shrug out of his tux. My eyes stayed on his forearms as he worked the buttons loose, slow and deliberate, until his chest and abs were revealed inch by inch. He unbuckled his belt, lowered his zipper, and pulled out his big *c**k, and my mouth went dry at the sight.
“I can’t believe I’m married,” he said. “Legally married. You’re mine now, Spitfire, and it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had.”
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