The priest paled, but Zain ignored him and picked Melisende up as if she weighed nothing. She had never thought herself the kind of woman a man would compose poems for. The kind of woman to be picked up in a man's arms. Zain made her feel like that kind of woman.
He stalked to her bedroom, still holding her in his arms. "I have a dress for you. According to the human database, it is important for women to have a good dress for their weddings."
He turned and glared at the priest. "Do not move, priest, and use this time to reflect on the fact that this beautiful woman is mine and that you are not to touch or admire her beauty."
Melisende gasped, and she had the urge to puff out her chest the way Zain did when she admired him. He stalked into the bedroom and put her down and pointed to the bed. "You will wear that for our wedding."