After our guests clap and cheer as the music dies down, Nikolaj drags me to the bridal suite where he locks the door with one very clear intention in mind. By the time he’s done finger-fucking me, I’m begging for his cock, but Sofia interrupts our steamy interlude by knocking on the door and shouting that everyone is waiting for me to throw the bouquet. The devious look on her face when we open the door suggests my nosy big sister knows me too well. After all, I do have a reputation for making out at family weddings. Grudgingly, both Nikolaj and I straighten ourselves up and make our way back to the reception.
It’s amazing what some women are willing to do to tip luck in their favor. To everyone’s surprise, when the MC announces the bride will bestow the honor of future nuptials on one of the singletons, Aunt Carmelita nearly stampedes all over the women at the wedding. From the very back corner of the room, a slash of purple comes running—for my wedding, Carmelita decided that Barney purple would gather the most attention, and it did. Trust me, between the in-your-face shade of her dress, earrings, clutch and matching shoes, her frou-frou British-style hat, and the lime-green belt cinched at her waist contrasting with the whole outfit, it’s impossible to miss her.
Once Carmelita settles in the center of the circle of hopefuls, I ready myself to throw my bouquet. After what I consider to be a pretty damn good throw, my jaw drops when I turn around. Carmelita elbows and pushes her way like a multimillion-dollar runner for the Green Bay Packers. She even flies in the air as she leaps to catch the bouquet. It’s unbelievable that she’s able to move with such fluidity at her age. To my utter shock—I was aiming for Harley to give her hope that the right one is on his way—Aunt Carmelita ends up snatching my bouquet right from under my best friend’s nose.
Harley gives me a look as if to say, See, I told you it was never going to happen for me. I can only shrug regretfully.
That said, the look of delight on Uncle Gustav’s face makes up for Carmelita stealing the show. The man is positively radiant. Nikolaj nearly chokes when I suggest maybe my aunt and his uncle might be the next family wedding.
No sooner have I made those predictions than the MC switches the music from soft ballad to spicy salsa. My side of the family, Emilio’s and Diego’s rush to the dance floor and I pull my husband along too, eager to shake my hips. “Come on, it’s time to show me your moves, von Henningsen.”
“That was the plan, but your big sister put an end to that, remember?” he says sourly. “I used to like Sofia, but after the little stunt she pulled, I’m not so sure anymore.”
“It’s only a few more hours. We can wait.”
He takes a step closer and leans into me. “Easy for you to say. I made you come. I’m the one who’s still suffering,” he whispers close to my ear. He does bring up a good point, but it’s way too much fun to watch him sulk like this.
“Cry me a river. I promise to take care of you later tonight,” I coo, getting on my toes and dropping a kiss on his chin.
“I’ll suffer from blue balls by then,” Nikolaj laments.
The minute Marc Anthony’s smooth voice blares through the speakers the crowd goes wild, momentarily distracting my new husband from his need to fuck me. I’m a sucker for the Latin star, but I’ll admit Vivir Lo Nuestro, which Marc Anthony sings with Puerto Rican sensation La India, also known as La Princesa de la Salsa, is one of my all-time favorites.
Couples around us lose themselves in the sensual moves that are so characteristic to this music. Our music. Women of all ages undulate their hips as their partners guide them and twirl them across the dance floor as if they’re competing for the number one spot at a national competition. Men have long lost their suit jackets and their ties while many women have kicked off their heels to perform some of the more vertiginous dance steps. Skin is exposed as the tempo increases and women lift their skirts up just enough to allow them for wider range of motion. Just like at every single wedding and every single celebration, the music we’ve all been listening to since birth bewitches us into a trance.
My youngest half-brother Alex is guiding Harley across the floor like a pro. Carmelita and Gustav are at it again. They’re dancing in such a provocative way, you’d think they were alone. Mom and Diego are showing off while Beverly is as tentative in her footsteps with Emilio as Bryce is with Sofia. Martin and Eloise are just jumping around laughing their heads off like kids, oblivious to the beat. Crazy Irish.
Logan and Walker have been assaulted by a few of my single aunts on my mom’s side. My Aunt Anita and my Aunt Maria insisted—very forcefully—on the two multi-billionaire hunks becoming their dance partners. Good for those ladies for taking full advantage of the situation. Both Ellison brothers wink at me when I catch their eye.
Kayla is shaking her thing with Michel, the manager. Antoine has also been snatched by one of Mom’s female relatives while his daughter Madeleine and her Brit husband David are holding their own. Even more conservative family members on Nik’s side are swaying to the music.
When I look up at Nikolaj, it’s clear from the elated expression on his gorgeous face he’s relishing the moment. He impresses the heck out of me with how suave a dancer he is. When the chorus hits again, men on my side of the family spin their partners at such a velocity, it’s thrilling. It’s exhilarating to witness how age has barely slowed down so many of my uncles and aunts.
For an hour we lose ourselves wholeheartedly in music, our fervor intensifying with each new song. Nikolaj has my hands interlaced with his while we wiggle our bodies in sync. He’s smiling down at me and everything is going smoothly until the MC announces, “Ladies and gentlemen, the night is still young and there is so much more dancing to be had. You guys seem to be enjoying yourself so much, we’re going to slide right into an extended remix. I’ve got more great mixes in store to ensure you’ll all be dancing till sunrise.”
Nikolaj flashes me a dark stare. “No fucking way,” he grunts. Only his lifted eyebrow suggests that he’s more amused than pissed off. “I can’t take this anymore. I need to lose myself between your legs. Now,” he murmurs, as he puts his strong hand on the small of my back to pull me even closer to him.
“But Nik—” I start, trying to find a good reason to fight him on this, but he’s already pulling me off the dance floor.
“No buts, Ciara. Time for you to take care of your wifely duties and satisfy your husband, my darling,” he says in an exaggerated British accent. Thank God his voice is low enough and the music is still loud enough to keep this conversation between the two of us, although we’re still surrounded by family and friends.
“So now you’ve turned into this male relic from the fifties?”
He stops, turns to face me, lets go of my hand, crosses his arms across his chest and looks down at me smugly. “Yup.” Only his grin suggests he’s kidding.
“Bastard.” I swat his arm.
“Sex on the night of the wedding is sacred. Certain traditions should remain untouched.” He winks, borrowing the words I threw at him.
“I’m not going to win this one, am I?”
“Not a chance.” He doesn’t even give me time to retort. He grabs my hand and before I’m even able to blink he’s already marching in front of him. “I took care of you, now it’s time for you to return the favor,” he says over his shoulder.
He’s walking so fast I struggle to keep up. Were it not for the fact that I switched from the super high-heeled shoes I wore for our wedding to these more sensible heels, I would trip. When he has this determined look, there’s no stopping him.
“Are we going back to the house?” I ask, hoping to slow down his cadence.
“No,” he says simply, still looking straight ahead. Okay then.
Nikolaj drags me to the gardens towards the area where we got married earlier and at the last minute takes a sharp left. He’s so focused that I don’t dare to speak a word. Where the hell is he taking me? “We’re going to hide in the last place Sofia would think of finding us.”
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Nikolaj stops abruptly and turns to face me. He places his hands over my naked shoulders and caresses my skin. “If we go back to the house, your sister will find us. We can’t go back to the bridal suite because she outed us. The bathrooms are a no-go. I don’t want to take my wife for the first time in a toilet—I don’t care how upscale it is. Linen closets and pantries are out of the question because the hotel’s staff is still quite busy taking care of us. Trust me, I’ve already double- and triple-checked. We’re only left with one viable solution before I lose my goddamn mind.”
I’m trying my best to bite off a smile. He’s hilarious when he’s this hungry for me. “Which is?”
“The groom’s suite located at the opposite end of the château.”
“Where you, Martin, your dad, uncles and cousins changed before the ceremony?”
“Exactly. I doubt your sister knows where that’s located since Bryce changed in their hotel room. Heck, other than Martin and the men in my family, I’d be surprised if anyone else is aware of this room since it’s so remote. I guess Kayla wanted to be sure the groom-to-be doesn’t catch sight of his fiancée before the time is right.”
Kayla did mention her team had designed a special hideaway for the men to change. With everything that’s been going on, it’s one more detail that slipped my mind. Now that Nikolaj brings it up, this room suddenly becomes a fascination.
“Show me the way, my brilliant husband.”
He grins from ear to ear before dropping a soft kiss on my lips. “Come on, it’s over here.”
When we arrive in front of the groom’s suite, I’m shocked at how quiet this area of the castle is compared to the parts occupied by our rowdy and happy guests. Nikolaj looks around to make sure the coast is clear. He knocks three times before playing around with the knob to see if the door will open. “Oh, yeah.” He waggles his eyebrows expectantly. Nikolaj peeks inside and gestures for me to follow him. “Nobody’s here.”
“I guess we’re lucky.” I giggle, entering before turning around to watch him close and lock the door behind him.
He turns around, leans against the closed door and eats me up with his blue eyes. Sweet mother of God. He looks at me just like he did the first time we made out in the storage room of that hotel in Toronto—like he’s about to pounce on me. Without breaking our gaze, he brings his hands to his lips as if to wipe something off before closing the gap between us.
“My wife is so fucking sexy,” he says, pushing me to the middle of the room.
“My husband’s pretty hot himself. I married well.”
“You did. Almost as well as I did,” he teases. He looks down at his Cartier watch before meeting my gaze. “It’s already eleven thirty and it would be a felony punishable by hanging if I didn’t consummate this marriage on our wedding night. Don’t you think?”
“What? No bed?” I respond, feigning shock.
“Pfft.” He exhales, rolling his eyes. “Beds are for pussies. We do things hard and fast. We always have and being married won’t change a darn thing.”
“Damn right. No one will accuse us of being predictable. Screw the traditional first fuck in the nuptial bed.”
We both laugh.
When we finally compose ourselves, Nikolaj’s expression changes as a sultry veil covers his eyes. “Honestly, this dress is getting in the way and it’s starting to irritate me. It’s gorgeous and all, but I’m dying to see the wedding gift I gave you.”
“You already saw it earlier,” I mock.
“That was merely a tease before your sister barged in on us. I need to see it all.”
“Are you suggesting I get undressed here?”
“Nope.”
“Would you rather do the honors?”
“Uh-huh.” He nods, smiling as he slides his fingers to my back. God, I know him too well. He grabs the zipper and slowly pulls it down to the small of my back. With our eyes still locked, Nikolaj removes my dress by pushing it down the length of my body as he lowers himself to the floor until the white satin fabric pools at my feet, revealing the saucy lingerie he bought me. He kneels down on one knee and brushes his lustful eyes over my body from my silver heels all the way up until his gaze locks into mine again. “Ah. My God. I had the feeling these would be cock-teasers on you, but you’re blowing my mind,” he marvels, running his fingers along my sides tracing the length of the corset. “You’re even more beautiful in them than I imagined. You really do them justice, love. What I was able to see earlier is nothing compared to admiring you in your full glory.” He tilts his head to the right. It’s as if he needs to change angles in order to take me in fully. “I was too consumed to remember to ask earlier, but I noticed you removed the garter belt and the stockings?”
“Yeah. Stockings and sandals don’t mix. Not for me anyways. It’s too difficult to walk in them. I know some women do it masterfully, but I’m afraid your wife would only end up breaking her neck.” I grin.
“You did the right thing.” He returns my grin. “We don’t have a lot of time here and I’m happy I won’t have to fuss much before I have full access to your pussy,” he says, standing up and taking a step closer to me.
“Greedy bastard.”
“Greedy for you? Always. I thoroughly enjoyed fucking you as my girlfriend and nothing compares to sliding in and out of your warm pussy when you were still my fiancée, but something tells me that ravishing you as my wife every single night for the rest of our lives will be my most satisfying sexual experience yet. Not being with you last night… was painful. I hated every moment of it and I’ve been counting the hours until my wife returns to my side. I want you so much, sweetness.” His voice is so deep and his gaze is laced with lust.
“I want you too, baby,” I gasp, taken aback by his sweet confession.
With a low grunt, Nikolaj pulls my hair back, forcing me to meet his eyes. The carnal lust is unmistakable. Damn. His lips crush mine as his tongue forces my lips apart. He kisses me as if we didn’t kiss like passionate lovers a few hours ago. Fuck, yeah. I place the palm of my hands against his chest and push him slightly away from me and tilt my head back, consumed with lust.
He looks at me with lidded eyes. “I know we were joking around a few minutes ago, but seriously, sweetness, you’re okay with me taking you here? I mean, do you need a bed for our first night as husband and wife?”
I smile. “Since when do you ask for my permission?”
He caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. “It’s not every day I marry the woman of my dreams, love. I want to make sure I give you what your heart desires. It’s always about you, but even more so tonight.” He smiles back.
I’m touched by his tenderness. This is the first time he’s ever questioned one of his decisions. I guess even über-confident alpha males have moments of doubt. “I want you inside me right now,” I pant as I fumble with the buttons of his expensive shirt.
I can’t unfasten them fast enough. When I finally do, I place the palms of my hands on him, allowing his radiating heat to travel from his body to mine. I caress his rock-hard stomach and glide my hands up his chiseled chest until I reach his broad shoulders. I remove his white shirt without ever leaving his gaze. He brings his hand up to my naked shoulder and my body tenses immediately under his touch.
“Take off those pants,” I beg as I reach for his belt buckle. “I need your cock.”
He pushes my hand aside with one hand and pulls my hair back with the other. “Impatient for me to pound your pussy? After all this time together, you’re still begging for it,” he sneers. And I’ll never stop.
I narrow my eyes and flash him a cocky glare. “You did say it was all about me tonight.”
“Hmmm, I did, didn’t I?” Without warning, Nikolaj unhooks the strapless corset and yanks it off me so quickly I barely have time to register it. “As dangerously arousing as that is, it’s in the way.” He brings his hand up to my engorged boobs and squeezes them while releasing a carnal groan. “I love your t
its, baby, and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of groping them.”
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“I’d love nothing more to take my sweet time with you,” he says, pushing me backwards until my back hits a wall. “But let’s face it, if we’re gone too long, our families will send a search party to find us. We’re going to have to do it just the way we always do it, baby.”
“Fast and furious?”
“Damn right.”
We both fold our lips upwards, but it’s not a smile. We’re both way too turned on for that.
He pulls away from me and I whimper. “You’re just dying to swallow me whole?” His question is classic Nikolaj—provocative and daring. I nod, licking my lips with anticipation. He unzips his pants and pushes them and his black boxer briefs down at the same time, revealing the nine-inch cock I love so much. He takes a few steps closer, pulls me towards him, lifts me in his arms and narrows his eyes before talking. “I hope my wife doesn’t mind if I rock her world.”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
There’s no doubt this is going to be a wild ride since Nikolaj doesn’t even bother removing his pants. He simply lets them drop around his ankles. In the same token, he doesn’t even bother removing my panties; he simply scoots them aside before sliding inside of me.
Nikolaj thrusts into me, sending my back banging fast and hard against the wall. Holy shit. His mouth searches mine and he kisses me with so much hunger. The cadence is frenzied, nearly delirious, but delicious as hell.
“Harder,” I ravenously whisper between his kisses.
He pulls my legs over his arms, forcing me to spread open so wide, allowing his cock to enter me deeper. There’s no confusing things. In this position, he dominates me fully and I have no other choice but to submit completely to him. As if I’d want it any other way.
He rams into me as if it’s his mission. God. He pounds me mercilessly and forces me to pull at his hair in search of relief from the intensity of his thrusts. There’s nothing sweet or innocent about the way he’s sliding in and out of me. This is raw and rough. This is us.
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