“Maggie says she’s amazing. Cara can’t stop talking about her, so I can’t wait to meet her.”
“You will soon. We’ll be in London soon.”
“Perfect! Go and enjoy your wedding, and I’ll talk to you soon. Also, thank you for helping Emma.”
“You’re welcome. Talk later,” I say,
“Congrats, again.”
I hang up and go to find my bride, who’s surrounded by ladies. I turn and see my brothers gathered. I go to them. They each congratulate me again. Anu and I spend the evening having fun with our friends. I take a moment to watch her laughing and dancing. I love watching her, and my heart swells with joy knowing she’s mine forever.
“You look at her so happy and beautiful. You realize how lucky you are that she chose you and loves you?” Luke says next to me as I turn to him smiling “I know that feeling.” He concludes beaming.
Waves of happy emotions flow through me.
“She’s pregnant,” I say, gazing at her and knowing, I will protect her with every fiber of my being.
His eyes widen before he hugs me.
“I’ll be sure to have daddy tips for you,” he jokes.
Andrea soon pulls Anu to change her dress, and we have our first dance to a song Anu picked. “Amen” by Chike. I never heard the song before but get a little teary as I listen to the lyrics.
“I love you too,” I whisper to her.
We danced all night and enjoyed the evening with our friends. Declan, Luke and their wives, plus Nkem, had to leave so they could return to Chicago.
I drive my wife back to our apartment, carrying her at the door and slowly taking my time to remove her dress, then…
I kiss her ring. “My bride” I whisper.
I kiss her forehead. “My wife.”
I kiss her cheek. “My soulmate.”
I kiss her neck. “My fated one.”
I trail kisses down her shoulder. “My forever.”
I kiss her heart. “My love.” She’s smiling.
I move to her lips. “Forever my princess,” I say before taking over her mouth, sealing our forever.
Chapter 73
Anu-Ms K
After his lips sear my neck, I feel the weight of silk sliding down my shoulders, pooling around my ankles in a puddle. The cool air raises goosebumps across my exposed skin.
His mouth claims mine, warm and insistent. I taste champagne. His fingers trail up my spine, finding the clasp of my bra with practiced ease.
"Panty on, princess?" His voice is rough velvet against my ear, finger hooking the lace.
"It's my wedding day, and inappropriate not to wear one" I whisper and he chuckles.
"I claim all of you, my love" he growls against my mouth.
The mattress gives beneath us. The sheets are cool against my back, a contrast to his heat above me. His weight shifts lower. The wet heat of his mouth traces from my knee upward, leaving a trail of cooling skin. I writhe against the sheets, fingers tangling in his hair, anchoring myself as his tongue devours me, relentless and precise as a maestro.
