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His. His. His. Misses Kamala Tahir was his. A smirk danced across his facade and the large man would nod to his brother before he turned to the smaller woman. Powerful strides would be taken towards her and he would not hesitate to deliver his powerful entity along her side before he would attempt to wrap his head around her shoulder and neck, pull her into his chest, and murmur into her pretty little ears. "Mine Oh how possessive he was. How right he felt. Kamala was his. Kamala was a true Mathias and she was his first bride. She'd be cherished, oh how very cherished.

"Mrs. Gideon Mathias. Cute, no?" A sly smile would peel over his lips as he would sit back to recline from her and find her glittery eyes. O what was she thinking?

Speech!