Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“No. I just wanted to look beautiful.” His face softens and he touches my face.
“Piccola, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Don’t worry about that.” Shy but smiling, I nod my head. He holds his hand out and I place my hand in his and finish walking to the officiate.
Once we are standing in front of him, he grabs both of my hands, and we face one another. I am so busy looking in his eyes, that I gasp when I feel cold metal slide over my finger. Looking down I see the most magnificent pink sapphire princess cut diamond being slid on my finger.
“Larabee!” I gasp, putting my hand over my mouth. I begin to weep in happiness until his finger traces the line left on my face and puts it in his mouth.
“Nothing can live up to your beauty, baby, but this was a close second.” Oh God. I am in love with this man.
“Are we ready to begin? “ The officiant asks. Nodding our heads, we stand side by side, hand in hand, listening to his words of love and devotion. Protection and family. Obedience and patience. When it is time, we say the traditional vows before he hands me his ring to put on his finger. A quiver runs through my hands when I slide his black metal ring on his finger. The feel of the metal is different. He must be able to see the quizzical look on my face. Chuckling he leans down and whispers in my ear.
“It’s gunmetal.” I look at him amused.
“Of course it is,” I say giggling. When it is his turn, he pulls a sapphire and diamond band out of his pocket and slides it onto my finger.
“No getting away from me now, baby.” His eyes turn molten when he says the words and I know he is serious.
“I don’t want to get away, my hero.” His nostrils flare when I call him my hero.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
The officiant finishes and as soon as he says the words, my body feels lighter. I belong to someone now. Someone who will let no one else have me. I am truly safe, not just from the men who took me, but from my father as well.
I feel hands at the back of my neck, breaking my thoughts. “Wife.” I hear, grumbling in my ear before Larabee kisses me. I feel the possessive part of him edging out, but I also know he is holding back because we have an audience. He turns to everyone and thanks them as we sign our names to the license. “Make sure Dominick gets this now,” he says to the man. I hear him, but my eyes haven’t left him. I am staring at this man who represents a new beginning for me, and my heart begins to flutter.
Alone, he grabs my face, and his mouth invades mine. I hear something to my right, but I don’t care. I can’t focus on anything but his tongue in my mouth, claiming me, showing me who my new owner is. The owner I am now aching for. I try to keep up with his commands, the ones he is demonstrating through his grip in my hair and the way he has me smashed against him, so close I can feel his need and strength digging into my stomach.
Finally, numerous lost breaths later, he releases me but doesn’t let me go. His eyes burn into mine, searching me for doubts or fear maybe, but I know what he will see. He will see, calm and joy and heat.
“As much as I want to put you on your knees right now on this floor and rut into you from behind like a fucking dog in heat, mating you like a savage, wife, we have to pack and board the jet to head home. Your new home.”
My stomach drops hearing that we will not be consummating our union now. I mean I knew we were leaving at some point today, but at least thought it would be after. His thumb traces over my button lip and a sly smirk fills his face.
“Ah, does my Piccola pout when she doesn’t get her way?” My eyes get big when I realize I really did that, and it wasn’t in my head. I certainly didn’t used to. “Not to worry, baby, I will bury myself so deep inside of you, you won't be able to walk without feeling where my cock was. However, it will have to be in the jet, over the ocean. Now go.” He pops me on my ass, and I turn to him, trying to act indignant but really smiling on the inside.
It might not be a conventional honeymoon, but I can feel it is going to be a delicious one.