“WE’RE GOING TO be late for our own wedding!” Victoria gasps as my lips trail up her creamy thighs.
Nipping her silky skin with my teeth, she gasps out loud again. “Fuck them. They can wait,” I growl from underneath her dress.
When I walked into her changing room and saw her for the first time, my heart literally skipped a beat. She looked like the most beautiful being I’ve ever laid eyes upon. And then, when my wife-to-be hiked up her dress to show me the sexy garters and lacy panties on underneath, teasing me, but never expecting me to do anything about it, I had to show her who’s boss.
As my tongue reaches her lacy panties, I lick her seam through the material, causing her to groan loudly.
“Shh,” I chide her. “We have guests outside.”
“Damon, please,” she begs, but I don’t think she even knows what she’s pleading for at this point. Maybe for me to stop, which she knows I won’t…or maybe for me to keep going.
Moving her panties aside, my tongue finds her swollen clit, aching for my mouth.
“Please…don’t stop,” she pleads, and it’s music to my ears.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper against her pussy lips before diving back in and devouring her. I suck her sweet, little bud into my mouth, which earns me the sweetest moan I’ve ever heard in my life. I lick, suck and bite at her like a starving man, because that’s exactly what I feel like. I’m starving for her – mind, body and soul. And I’ll never be able to get enough of her.
The orgasm hits her hard and fast, and her liquid honey coats my mouth as I continue to lick her, driving her insane.
“Damon!” she cries out, no doubt too sensitive for my ministrations now.
A knock on the door has me stopping my torturous ways. I pull my head out from between my fiancée’s legs.
“Damon, are you in there?”
It’s Sara.
“Be out in a minute!” we both call out to her before looking at each other and grinning.
“You know it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, right?” Sara asks on a sigh.
I look up at Victoria and grin. “But what aboutfuckingthe bride before the wedding?” I whisper.
Victoria playfully slaps my shoulder, and I stand, helping to fix her beautiful dress before we leave the room.
Sara eyes us suspiciously before a big grin breaks out on her face. Fuck, it’s good to see her smiling and happy again. “You two need to get out there before people start wondering if youbothgot cold feet.”
“Cold feet? Never,” I say before raising Victoria’s hand to my mouth and placing a kiss on her knuckles. “She’s stuck with me after today,” I tell her.
“Doesn’t sound so bad,” Victoria purrs before I release her and walk outside to go take my place at the floral arch they rectified in our backyard yesterday.
The priest is waiting as well as Baz, my best man. He cocks his brow and gives me a signal to wipe my mouth. I swipe my hand over my mouth, effectively wiping away Victoria’s juices from my face and chin, before giving him a wink.
Baz simply shakes his head. “Now I know why you were running late, my friend,” he says with a telling grin.
I stare out at rows and rows of people who have gathered here for our wedding. In attendance are some of the most dangerous and powerful mobsters in the city. And they’ve all come here out of respect for me.
The string quartet plays a beautiful song as my sister, Victoria’s maid-of-honor, walks down the aisle. Sara is wearing a sleeveless, violet dress, wearing her numerous scars proudly for all to see.
She’s a tough one, my sister. And I couldn’t be prouder of her for showing off her battle scars like the warrior that she is. She survived so much over the years, and she came out stronger than I could have ever imagined. Stronger than I ever could have been.
She’s a wife. A mother. But most importantly, she’s my sister and my best friend.
Tears are in my eyes as I watch her take her place on the other side of the preacher.You look beautiful, I mouth to her.
Thank you, she mouths back.
Little Arlo, our ring bearer, walks down the aisle next. He looks so cute in his tiny tux with matching violet bowtie. Halfway to us, however, he stops and throws the pillow dramatically, crying and throwing himself down on the white runner, much to his mother’s chagrin.
