I couldn’t wait.
* * *
One month later ….
I was pretty certain we were both going to die.
Our families were going to kill us. The both of us. Claudius and me.
We’d spent months planning our wedding but…
We eloped.
We’d eloped and got married yesterday.
When I thought of all the hard work our friends and family put in for our dream wedding I knew we’d be dead the minute they saw us again.
Kelly would kill me herself.
I didn’t know how this crazy idea of ours happened, but it did. We’d simply gone to the cake shop in town to meet with the cake decorators. I’d liked the three-tier cake the decorator had previously shown us in her portfolio. She, however, introduced us to a five-tier cake she’d thought was us with a princess-like feel because apparently, I reminded her of a princess. It was a nice compliment, but we hated the cake design.
We didn’t say anything. We didn’t need to. We just looked at each other and knew. Then Claudius took my hand and led me here.
Here, to Punta Cana in the Dominican Republic.
We got here three nights ago. Got married on the beautiful white sand beach and then confined ourselves in our beach hut. Or maybe the correct term was water bungalow because we were surrounded by the glorious Caribbean Sea.
We’d made it inside and tried to leave several times to explore the island, but we were too lost in each other. At least we had food and water.
We attempted to leave again just now and even managed to get dressed and get outside. The plan was to have dinner at one of the seafront restaurants, but then Claudius looked at me, and we both got sucked into the throes of ecstasy. He picked me up and turned right around. Carrying me right back to bed.
“Claudius, you’re crazy.” I giggled against his lips. He rolled me over so that he was on top of me.
“Yes, we know this.” He chuckled, placing fiery kisses down the side of my neck.
His hair had grown longer. The length I liked, so when his locks fell forward, he looked even sexier.
I called him crazy, but the truth was, we were both crazy together.
A wicked smile lit up his handsome face, and he stripped me naked, then shrugged out of his own clothes.
I didn’t know why we bothered with clothes. We’d become passion’s slaves, and it didn’t look like we were getting set free anytime soon.
And I didn’t want to be.
I was in love with being in love with my husband.My husband.
His cock seared into me, plunging into me and filling me completely before I could bask in the dream of him being mine. Then again, I’d been doing that every second of every minute of every hour of every day for months.
He was mine. Like he’d always been. My dark angel.
My dark angel who completely consumed my mind, body, and soul every time he made love to me.
His untamed touch heated my body, awakening every single cell within me, and I welcomed his relentless thrusts that hammered into me in a sizzling hot rush of need.
That was the last thing I was aware of as my mind left this plane of existence and fire scorched me clean. My body just gave into the scandalous pleasure that gripped it.
I was only brought back to reality when a greedy orgasm forced me back.
