“Zoey Hart, from this day on…You. Are. Mine. I promise to cherish you and protect you for as long as I live. For richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad times until death do us part.”
With her free hand, Zoey slips a matching band on my ring finger. Her chocolate eyes are glistening with tears. She repeats some of my words and then adds a few of her own. “Brandon, my love, I will be yours for all of eternity. You’ll always own my heart even after I part.”
The words of our officiant pronouncing us man and wife drift into my ears as I take my beautiful wife into my arms and kiss her madly. She moans into my mouth. Amidst the clicking cameras, I can hear Auntie Jo sniffling.
“Mr. Taylor, what’s our next activity?” Zoey asks softly after we finally break the kiss.
I trace her luscious lips with a finger. “Mrs. Taylor, one you’ll never have to use your imagination for again.” Nor will I.
A short fifteen minutes later, we’re steps away from the sunken tub in the non-cancellable penthouse suite the bitch put on my credit card, about to finish what we started in Cannes. And start so much more.
Chapter 22
Zoey
The crazy events of today are a swirling blur. I still can’t believe I just married the man every woman on the planet wishes she could have. The man of my dreams. There’s happy. And there’s beyond happy. I’m in the latter category. The luckiest girl in the world.
My lips stay latched on Brandon’s as he carries me into the penthouse suite of The Four Seasons. Tightening my grip around his strong shoulders, I open my eyes a sliver to take in my surroundings. Wow! It’s like a palace in the sky. All sleek shiny marble, muted silks and velvets, and touches of gilt. With elegant furnishings that include a baby grand piano complete with a bucket of champagne and wraparound windows offering a spectacular panoramic view of sparkling LA.
He transports me down a long hallway until we reach a palatial bedroom. An enormous four-poster bed with a mile-high duvet and a mountain of fluffy pillows dominates the room. On the opposite wall, a built-in fireplace casts a warm glow from the fire inside. On the mantle and every surface, scented candles burn and mingle with the intoxicating scent of fresh flowers.
He sets me down on my feet by the bed and then captures my lips with another passionate kiss. I melt into him.
“I wanted to finish what we started in Cannes, but I can’t wait,” he breathes into my mouth. Planting his lush lips back on mine, he undoes the back zipper of my dress and then slides the spaghetti straps off my arms. Chaz’s creamy chiffon creation puddles at my feet, allowing me to step out of it. I’m left with just my ivory lace undergarments and my heels. Cupping my shoulders, Brandon stares at me reverently and then kisses me everywhere he can.
“Oh, Zoey, you’re so fucking beautiful and tonight you’re finally all mine. All I want to do is make endless love to you.”
“Oh, Brandon! The same! I’ve missed you so much.”
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. Help me undress.”
On my next heated breath, I undo his bow tie and the buttons of his shirt while he unfastens his lucky cufflinks and puts them securely in a pocket of his tux pants. I smile at the memory of dressing him in his tux on the night of the Golden Globes and broaden the dreamy smile as I stand now before him and help him out of his formal wear. Feverishly, I unclasp his trousers and zip down his fly, freeing his enormous cock. In a few swift moves, he kicks off his shoes, steps out of the pants, and tosses his jacket to the floor. As he unhooks my bra and removes it, I soak in his beautiful body. He’s the epitome of manly perfection with his taut flesh, pronounced muscles, and defined contours. The glow of the fire and candlelight makes him even more sublime. Surreal. A sex god. My god. I run my fingers along his strong jawline just to make sure he’s real. He gropes my breasts in his soft hands and bends to kiss them. A low rumble sounds in his throat as my body responds with a rush of hot tingles. Reality sets in. There’s nothing that stands between the two of us except a veil of love.
“I can’t wait another minute, my beautiful wife.”
My breath hitches. He called me his wife. I have to get used to this new four-letter word. Wife. The word’s beauty resonates in my ears.
Lifting me back in his arms, he sets me down on the massive bed and then crawls onto it. His magnificent cock is erect and ready. His smoldering eyes stay riveted on me and then he bends over, his mouth blazing a trail of kisses from my quivering lips to my inner thighs. My sex is flooding like a river and need pours from my core like a waterfall. I moan from the exquisite pleasure he’s giving me.
“Zoey, listen to me,” he says, sliding off my lace thong and then my shoes.
My senses heightened, I’m all ears. All nerves. All desire.
“You’re completely mine now.”
I have to adjust to the fact that I’m no longer just Brandon Taylor’s assistant. I’m his wife. He’s my husband. My lover. My real-life action hero. My prince. My life. The man who said he’d kill for me and he did. I’m overflowing with love for him. I need for him to possess every part of my body.
“Brandon, please make love to me.”
His mouth makes its way back up my legs. He nuzzles my inner thighs.
“I’m going to do a lot of things to you tonight.”
“Like what?” I breathe out, already so aroused.
“Things I need to do,” he whispers against my scorching flesh. “Things I think you want me to do.” He draws in a deep, lustful breath. “Zoey, I want you to submit to me. Let me love all of you the only way I can.”
My beating heart is about to ricochet out of my chest. I so want him to own me. Possess me. Take total control. Haven’t I always been his sub? At his command?
“Brandon, I’m your wife. Own me. Please own me.” My core’s on fire, every cell ignited. I’m begging as sinfully as I can.
His violet eyes are smoldering. “My beautiful wife, by the end of tonight, I will own every inch of you.” He clasps my hand and reverently kisses my amethyst ring. “You are my life. I want you to trust me. Can you do that?”
Speechless, I nod as he continues.
“I’m going to pleasure your body and not stop until I’ve memorized every crevice, every curve, and every sexy imperfection. You’re going to lose count of how many times I make you come.”
I hold my breath in anticipation. While one of his hands stays splayed on my inner thigh, the other slides over my slick mound. At the touch, I flinch. Using all his fingers, he kneads it, his thumb giving extra special attention to my humming clit. Moans that start off soft grow louder with each one that spills from my lips.
“Oh, baby, you’re so fucking wet for me.” His voice is deep and low and so sexy.
I whimper as he picks up his pace. The rotations come at me harder and faster. My clit ablaze, he’s taking me to the edge. I’m so ready to combust.
And then a new unexpected sensation assaults me. Still grazing my inner thigh, he plunges a long finger into my pussy. Shoving it in as far as it’ll go. He begins to pump it vigorously while his other hand indulges in my clitoral massage. His finger keeps hitting that mega-sensitive spot, bringing me closer and closer to the precipice. The building pressure inside me goes from intense to unbearable as my body prepares for the inevitable.
“I’m going to come!” I scream out.
“Not yet, baby. I’m going to fuck you into oblivion. The only thing you’ll remember is me coming inside you as I make you come over and over again.”
On the next beat of my heart, he spreads my legs farther apart and throws my feet over his shoulders, the weight and heat of his body lingering over me. He leans in and wedges his spectacular cock inside me with a helping hand. I let out a loud groan as his fullness fills me. It sails smoothly into my sea of wetness.
“Jesus, baby. You feel so fucking good. I’ve missed this so much.” Setting his hand on the bed parallel to the other, he hits my womb and then slowly pul
ls out. Another few long, steady strokes and then he begins to hammer me madly, taking me to the hilt with every passionate thrust. Each time he hits my magic spot and rubs his length against my clit, the friction creates a new barrage of sparks between my melting legs. His harsh breaths fill my ears and mingle with mine. My eyes stay on his impassioned face, glistening with sweat. I cling to his tight ass, and my pussy clenches around his formidable girth as I undulate my hips to meet his thrusts. He pumps harder, faster. My whimpers morph into sobs as my body races to the finish line. A spiritual swirl of emotion and sensation overtakes me. The sheer bliss of our bodies together is almost too much to bear.
“Oh, Brandon! I love you! I love you! I love you!” I cry out, the uncontrollable words coming from some place so deep inside me. My eyelids lower as if my whole body is saying a prayer.
“Keep your eyes open, baby,” Brandon pants out. “I want you to watch me. And see what you do to me when I make you come with me. And never forget how much I love you.”
I know better than to disobey him. My gaze stays on him as we both soar toward orgasms of unworldly proportions. The intense expression on his face is one of pure determination and tortured ecstasy. Passion shoots out of his half-mast eyes.
“I want you to roar my name so loud the bell captain hears it,” he pants out.
I nod feverishly, unable to say a word. I’m so, so close to coming. So near euphoria.
“Now, baby!” On the next forceful thrust, he lets out a loud feral grunt. At the savage sound, I fall apart. My orgasm travels inside me like the forked fault line of an earthquake. I roar out his name as I shudder with rapture around his juddering length. His volcanic release bathes me.
My legs still wrapped around his neck, he buries his face against my belly.
“Oh, baby, that was fucking incredible. And we’ve just begun. The night’s still young.”
We fuck our brains out till the wee hours of the morning. By the time we blissfully fall asleep in each other’s arms, we’ve made love in the tub, on the floor and the kitchen counter as well as on top of the baby grand. He’s fucked me from the front and from behind and I’ve blown him to pieces.
Tonight was just the beginning. The world is ours and we have forever.
He’s mine.
I’m his.
We’re one.
And nothing can come between us.
Chapter 23
Zoey
Like gemstones, they dance around me. Topaz, sapphire, coral, and amethyst too. Fish of all colors, sizes, and shapes. I breathe in and out of my regulator, and behind my mask, my eyes grow wide with awe. Like my life, this is all surreal. I’m on Day 3 of my month-long honeymoon with Brandon Taylor. The man of my dreams. I don’t know how he did it, but he’s mapped out a total James Bond honeymoon that includes all the destinations featured in Casino Royale. The Bahamas is our first stop where we’ve been lodging at the five-star Ocean Club in Nassau (complete with a rented Aston Martin and a dog sitter for The Gooch.) At the end of the week, we’ll move on to Europe and culminate our trip in Venice. I’m so sore I’m seriously not sure if I’ll be able to do any sightseeing. Though sightseeing is not high on Brandon’s list of priorities.
The mild, salty Atlantic is soothing. A welcome relief. Floating in the crystal clear turquoise water, I experience an incredible lightness of being and freedom like none other. It’s like I’m weightless and flying. Just six months ago I suffered from an immeasurable fear of the ocean, but Brandon changed all that by teaching me how to swim. To think I would have missed out on all this otherworldly beauty and wonderment makes my skin prickle beneath my wetsuit.
In the otherwise magical silence of the sea, only the soft, melodic sound of bubbles blowing fills my ears while a rush of love fills my heart as Brandon holds my hand and points to a moray eel that slithers out from behind a coral reef. The florescent green creature emits a glow, but it’s nothing compared to my own electrical glow. As the shimmering snake-like fish wiggles by us, Brandon repositions me so I’m perpendicular to him, my fin-covered feet almost hitting the ocean floor. With one arm wrapped around me, he removes his regulator and then removes mine. His lips descend on my mine, and breathing into his mouth, I lose myself to him. All oxygen leaves my lungs. There’s a lot Brandon says he can teach me to do under the sea. My husband. My lover. My master.
We break from the kiss and return our regulators to our mouths. And my eyes grow round again. My tranquil heart practically beats out of my wetsuit. Unable to contain my astonishment, I point with my finger, urging Brandon to turn around and see what I’m seeing. First a dolphin. And then Mama! She’s a beautiful mermaid, her vibrant red hair spread out like a sea fan as she swims my way. And Papa is alongside her holding her hand. I break away from Brandon and propel myself forward as fast as I can to meet them. Mama is just as I remember her, maybe even more beautiful with her flawless shell-white skin and sparkling emerald eyes. And the man with her so handsome I can see why he is her forever love. There’s an ethereal quality to both of them. Angels of the sea. They take me in their arms for what feels like an eternity.
“Oh, Mama! Papa! I’ve missed you so much!” I say silently.
“We’ve never left you,” I hear Mama say, her eyes glimmering with happiness.
“You’re so beautiful, my little girl,” says Papa just like he did when I was a toddler.
I’m overwhelmed with emotion. “Mama, Papa, I want you to meet someone.” I turn to face Brandon as he swims my way and then I turn back around to face my beloved parents. My eyes dart in all directions and then my heart sinks to the ocean bottom. They’re gone! Brandon entwines his fingers with mine and with his other hand signals upward. He wants us to complete our dive. I’m under his command.
Spiraling upward like two helixes, we shoot out of the water. We both remove our regulators and lift our masks atop our heads.
“Brandon! Did you see them?” I ask breathlessly, treading water.
“The pair of paparazzi?”
“That’s not funny!”
“The pair of barracuda?”
“No. Mama and Papa!” Frustration underscores my voice.
My gorgeous husband, his face glistening with flecks of the sea, flicks the tip of my nose and laughs. “My beauty, you must have been hallucinating. That can happen when you’re under the water for a long time.”
“No! I wasn’t hallucinating! They were there! You have to believe me!”
His twinkling violet eyes dance with amusement. “You’re so fucking adorable. C’mon, let’s chill.” Before I can say another word, he silences me with another fierce kiss that takes my breath away.
Five minutes later, we’re lying down, bared to each other, on the V-shaped forty-foot hull of the sleek cigarette boat we’ve rented. My head rests on Brandon’s rock-hard pecs and I can hear his heart drumming in my ears. Half-drunk mojitos are by our sides. The hot tropical afternoon sun beats down and warms us. He traces lazy, ticklish circles around my toasting nipples. While tingles travel downward to my inner thigh area, my mind is still focused on my underwater encounter. I saw Mama and Papa. I know I did.
Brandon breaks into my thoughts. “Baby, what did you think about your first dive?”
“It was amazing.” It really was, but I know I can’t convince Brandon that my parents were there. I go for another angle. “My love, do you believe in life after death?”
He twists his head toward me. “I don’t know. With all that’s happened to me, I try to live in the moment and make memories. What about you?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Really? So, what are you going to come back as?”
“A tall, blond, slender siren.”
He grabs a fistful of my wet hair and gives it a tug. “Don’t. You. Dare.”
His deep, dominant voice is almost a threat. I jolt. Not from fear but from an unexpected sensation. A glacial sting hits me. An ice cube! Brandon’s removed a large one from his mojito glass and placed it on my nipple
. The bud hardens like a bullet at the frigid sensation while the tingles between my legs intensify. I can feel the cube melt against my heated skin, the cold liquid seeping down my cleavage and trickling onto my chest. Between my legs, another hot liquid accumulates. I’m so fucking turned on I want to jump out of my skin.
On my next breath, he rolls on top of me, the cube still so cold and big between us. His weight pins me under him and his piercing violet eyes hold me hostage. He anchors himself on the palms of his hands and raises his head. His mouth goes down on my nipple, his warm tongue lapping the cold water from the melting cube and replacing the numbness with his wet heat. Lifting one hand, he takes the cube and rubs it around my other nipple while he continues to suck its partner. The sharp contrast sends another rush of arousal to my core, like the tide coming in. A loud “aah” escapes my throat.
“Baby, don’t ever change. I love you just the way you are.”
He makes me smile. With a fiendish glint in his eyes, he maneuvers himself so he’s able to pry my legs apart with a single thrust of his powerful knees. A cool hand crawls between my thighs and I moan with pleasure as he caresses my sex.
“Mrs. Taylor, promise me you’ll never become anyone else. This is the only pussy I want.”
“Mmm,” I sigh as his thumb circles my engorging clit.
“I need to hear words.” Without warning, he trails the ice cube down my abdomen, causing me to arch beneath him from the shock of the cold. A shiver skitters down my spine and then I gasp when the cube presses against my throbbing clit. My pelvis tilts up as much as it can beneath him. I’m in a state so heightened and helpless it’s borderline unbearable.
“I promise I’ll always be me…your go-to Zo,” I spit out, so eager for more of the exquisite pleasure he holds in his hands like a bag of magic tricks.
“My fuckable go-to girl.” A wicked but satisfied smile lights up his face. His eyes burn into me like the glorious sun as he resumes stroking my numbed clit with his thumb. And then another trick. And another cube. This one lodged deep in my pussy. I scream with shock. The fire inside me instantly starts melting it.
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