The Sunspire [m] Lying in the dark with a wake curled over my head

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His wife. His wife!
Sweet, sensitive Reverie; his Reverie; You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world, and the tears that well in her eyes bring tears of his own, shiny and gleaming. Jesus, I-- his words devolve into a stream of hearty laughs as her face presses into his jaw, his neck. holy shit, I have a wife.
A fucking wife!
Euphoria at the sudden realization swells warm in his gut, a tingle all through his limbs; a high like no other. A wife! A wife! A wife!
His wife. His. Only his.
His own lips part to pepper giddy little kisses across her face, a nip to her ear, a grind of his body against hers. C'mere. they were married — married! — and what better way to celebrate than to consummate right in the center of your venue?