Azriel's POV
We got married at sunset on a beach in Costa Rica with our family around us. We were both dressed in white. I danced with her to our song and she put on the ring with the gold and black knots.
And I was in heaven for she was truly mine at last.
I didn’t deserve her but she gave herself to me anyway. She’d stared into my eyes and promised to love, honor and obey, which made me smirk, which then made her smirk.
I gave her a look of promise and her gaze went heated and the justice of the peace that married us had to clear his throat to get our attention back on the ceremony.
When the song ended and another one began, I whispered into her ear,
“Wife, when your husband takes you to bed to consummate our marriage, he’s going to rip that f*****g vanilla dress off you and f**
