Vanessa

Several people had warned me that the morning of the wedding was always a nightmare. There were concerns about whether the right decision was being made, as well as the reality of being tied to a single person for the rest of one’s life. Nothing of the sort bothered me.

On the morning of my wedding, all I wanted to do was see Ethan. Every minute I spent in my bedroom having women accessorize and do my makeup to get ready for the ceremony, I wished Ethan would barge in.

I was dressed in the most intricate beautiful outfit I had ever worn in my life. And every time I looked in the mirror, I knew it was all worth it because I knew Ethan would adore the dress.

“Would you please hold our hands so I can paint your nails?” a woman asked.

“Please, stay still; I will do your hair,” another stated.

“Please, please,” they all said, but I was uninterested in conversing with any of them. I let my frustrated mind wander, imagining what Ethan would look like.

I’d seen him in a suit at a charity event. He looked sophisticated, tall, and elegant. He wore it well, and his smile twinkled alongside it. He looked fantastic, his shoulders accentuating the fashion statement. I smiled just thinking about him. I wondered if he was as happy as I was.

“I love you,” he’d said to me every day until the wedding. He’d said it so many times that I heard the words even when he wasn’t with me.

“So you don’t forget it, when in doubt,” Ethan explained why. It had instantly been saved in my mind as one of my sweetest memories.

I was the luckiest woman alive.

“You look stunning!” the women screamed when they finished.

I stood in front of the mirror, wondering what Ethan would think of me.

My heart ached as I allowed myself to miss him once more.

We had made an agreement to turn off our phones and resist the urge to contact or see one another in the hours before the wedding.

The knock on the door rescued me from my depression. Ethan?

“If it isn’t the bride,” Anna sang as she entered the room.

“I thought you were going to be late,” I said to Anna, my face flushed with frustration.

“I apologize. Believe it or not, I was delayed by my uncle, who wanted me to act as a liaison between the two families for the day. They will not attack the Levine family again, and they want that to be seen as a wedding present in addition to the other expensive items they had me bring here,” she explained to me with an eyeroll.

Ethan, I thought once more, when I heard the good news. It was incredible that the war was finally over. “That is great!” I exclaimed.

“How are you feeling?” my friend asked.

“I’m ready to get married.” And spend the entire wedding night making love to Ethan.

In a matter of minutes, I was in a chapel with more guests than I had anticipated. I barely knew any of the people there, but they all smiled and welcomed me into the Levine family with open arms.

“It’s time,” an usher said as I took my bouquet and walked towards the double doors where Ethan was waiting—my future husband.

Anna trailed behind me, holding the long helm of my gown.

My gaze was drawn to the altar in search of Ethan. He stood there, a slightly anxious smile on his face, waiting for me. Everyone smiled as I walked between the pews and up to the altar to join the groom, who was accompanied by his best man, Tristan.

Ethan was even more attractive than I remembered. He’d gotten a new haircut, which gave him a calmer face, though he still exuded intimidation. I could see lust in his eyes as he watched me approach to stand opposite him.

“I thought you might have changed your mind, Mrs. Levine,” Ethan joked. “You look absolutely beautiful in that dress,” he added.

As I heard Ethan’s words, all the butterflies that had been forgotten in my insides flapped their wings once more.

“You look amazing in the tux,” I replied, my voice full of meaning.

“We have gathered here to join in holy matrimony…” The priest started while Ethan and I stared at one another.

That’s it. I knew he felt the same way I did. We were both there because we knew how much we loved each other. I knew I’d take a bullet for Ethan, and I knew he’d do the same for me in an instant.

“I love you,” he mouthed to me.

“I love you,” I mouthed back before the priest turned his old gaze to us again.

“Your vows,” he said to us.

Ethan cleared his throat, took my hands in his, and drowned himself in my eyes. “Vanessa, my heart, my spirit, my soul, my body—they will always be yours. You are all; you are my everything. I promise to breathe life into you until the end of our days and far beyond. I was born to love you. I will always do,” he said with deep emotion in his voice.

My eyes welled up with tears, but I blinked them away because it was my turn to speak.

“You are the most extraordinary man, and our journey has been the most eventful, adventurous, remarkable journey of my life,” I began, reminiscing with him. “You have protected me and shared your all with me. You, Ethan Levine, have shaped and embodied love for me, forever. I love you for all time,” I said.

Following my vows, Ethan squeezed my hands. I could tell he wanted to kiss me because his brown eyes twinkled at me. I wanted to kiss him as badly as he did, but between the two of us, I was the one who had more respect for everyone at the wedding.

“You may kiss the—” Ethan drew me to himself before the word was spoken, pressing my body against his as he claimed my lips.

I wanted to lose my marbles right there on the altar, clutching the man I loved. He kissed me differently that night, passionately claiming me in a way only I could comprehend. And I gave him myself for life.

***

“Let’s sneak off,” he suggested.

I laughed, enjoying Ethan’s naughty idea. “But we have guests. They are here to celebrate with us and—”

“And this is our wedding. Mrs. Levine, will you accompany me?” Ethan asked, holding out his hand to me.

My decision was simple, and I made it in a single breath. I put my hand in Ethan’s and let him lead me into one of the SUVs that his bodyguards rode in, so we wouldn’t stand out in our escape.

When we were miles away from the wedding venue and on our way to the mansion, I allowed myself to laugh aloud.

Ethan drew me along with him as he exited the car at the mansion and walked towards the entrance.

“No one comes in,” he told the guard at the door before proceeding to the stairs. His hunger for me and the urgency of it had already aroused me.

He yanked me into his arms and carried me up the stairs.

“Our bedroom,” Ethan said as he approached the door.

He pushed the door open and came over to put me on the bed. Ethan quickly changed out of his outfit while I took my time, teasing his eagerness.

“I’ll fuck you in your wedding gown,” he threatened, and I relented, revealing the black lingerie I’d hidden beneath my wedding gown.

“Wow,” Ethan exclaimed as he stepped onto the bed.

He kissed me briefly before staring at me without saying anything.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’m going to fuck you like a bride should be fucked,” he growled, and my pussy grew wetter as I imagined what he had in store for me.

“Close your eyes,” he said, and I did. My body tingled as I guessed where he’d kiss me first or if he’d be gentle at all.

When I felt him tie a blindfold around my eyes, my arousal increased. My hands followed, tied behind me as he dragged me to the head of the bed, where I could hold for support.

I was helpless, waiting on him.

What will he do? My mind raced as fast as my heart pounded.

When he spanked my ass cheeks, I bit down hard on my lower lip. As I waited for him to spank me again, the ripple stimulated my clit.

“You are now mine, Vanessa,” Ethan growled in my ear. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I am yours,” I swore, but not loudly enough. As a result of the volume of my words, I received another harsh mix of pain and pleasure.

Ethan spanked me again as I moaned, unable to contain the pleasure that washed over my body. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his hard body close behind me and the sting on my ass.

His thick hard cock slapped against my ass before he drove slowly into my wet pussy. My fists clenched against his thickness, having missed him — lusted after him. And I could tell from his groans that he enjoyed the sensation of me against him.

He rushed into my pussy, grabbing my hair with both hands. As Ethan pounded me with his cock, all the preparations I had made earlier in the day crumbled. I didn’t mind my undone hair as Ethan rammed his dick in and out of me, wrecking my body with pleasure.

I couldn’t see or hear anything as my head bobbed back and forth from the force of his hips. As Ethan fucked me, my hands gripped the head of the bed tightly to keep me upright. My legs trembled as he fucked quickly, picking up the pace and pushing me ever closer to orgasm.

I didn’t expect to come so quickly, but Ethan made it happen.

“Oh Lord!” I screamed, my nerves frayed, pleading for help from deities I couldn’t see.

I was about to orgasm again, a feat made easy by Ethan’s skill at pleasing my body. His thick thrusts lit up my pussy and took my breath away.

I found myself getting closer and closer to my orgasm, disoriented and caring little for what was happening outside of wedding night sex with my husband. I couldn’t control my limbs, and I couldn’t even control my breathing. Everything faded, and I had no control over anything. Ethan’s refusal to let go was all that kept me from falling.

Ethan groaned as he fucked faster, his groin slapping hard against my ass. As Ethan rode my body, I felt my strength begin to fail me.

“I’m about to cum,” he growled in my ear.

“Don’t pull out,” I told him, wanting to make that round last as long as possible.

Suddenly, I became aware of his slowing pace behind me. An inquiry should have been made, but my body trembled from Ethan’s strength, which had suddenly slowed after knocking my senses back slowly.

Why are we stopping? I wondered.

Ethan grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my trembling body back to him like a strong wind. He pulled out, and I leaned in close to him.

“Grind that ass against me,” Ethan said, and I did just that as he entered me from behind. It was difficult to do with Ethan’s cock growing inside of me.

He yanked my hair harder when I didn’t move as quickly as he wanted. I was too weak.

His hand reached in front of me and cupped my breast, squeezing and trapping my hard nipple between his fingers, pinching them.

“Oh Ethan,” I moaned as I fell back into a slower lovemaking. My body relaxed as Ethan kissed my neck gently at first before suddenly nibbling. I let out another loud moan as his other hand wrapped around my throat.

His cock then yanked out of me and rammed back into my pussy.

“Say it, you’re mine!”

“I am—” I began but couldn’t finish my thought.

My legs gave way under me, and I felt onto Ethan, who shot his seed into me. My chest pounded, and my body jerked atop him.

Ethan cuddled me as he helped me onto my side of the bed.

“I love you, Mrs. Levine,” he said to me.

“I love you, Ethan. You are the love of my life,” I replied to him, pulling his loving arms around my body. In that moment, I knew happiness would last forever with him by my side. In him, I had a husband, a protector and a lover. And staring at Ethan, I only wanted more.

“I will always love you and protect you, Vanessa,” he said to me with candid eyes. “You are my life now.”

“And you are mine too.”

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