A few minutes later, we were led to the altar. A kind-looking older man in a pressed white shirt stood ready to officiate. My heart was thundering so loud I barely heard him. All I saw was her, standing in front of me, hands clasped tight in mine like she’d never let go. Her hair caught the candlelight, her smile wasbreathtaking, her eyes slightly glazed over but still striking, and for one insane second I swore I felt the ground shake under my feet.
The officiant’s voice was soothing though the moment was anything but. “Welcome both to the Eternal Love chapel, we gather here today to witness the joining of you, Tyler and Orla, in marriage…”
I barely registered the rest of what he said, it was just a muffled sound in the background. All I could feel was her thumbs brushing over my knuckles, the way her breath caught like she was balancing on the same razor’s edge I was.
“Do you, Tyler, take Orla to be your wife?”
“Fuck yeah,” I said without hesitation. Orla tried to smother her laugh but failed completely, her shoulders shaking.
The officiant smiled politely before turning. “And do you, Orla, take Tyler to be your husband?”
Her eyes shimmered, but her voice remained steady and sure. “Of course I do.”
“You may now…”
Too late; I was already kissing her, hands framing her face, mouth crashing onto hers like I could make it permanent by sheer force of will. She gasped, grabbing fistfuls of my shirt like she needed me just as badly. Somewhere behind us, the officiant cleared his throat, but I didn’t give a damn.
When I finally pulled back, her lipstick was smudged, her cheeks bright crimson, and her eyes…Christ, they were dancing with something I knew belonged to me.
“Hi, Mrs. Reed,” I said, grinning like a fool.
She laughed, breathless. “Hi, husband.” And just like that, she was mine. Not just for tonight. Not just for Vegas. But for good.
We stumbled back into the hotel room half an hour later, me shouldering her through the door in my arms with the keycardclenched between my teeth. I spat it out the second we were inside and claimed her mouth, kissing her like I hadn’t already had her twice today.
“Now I get to have my wicked way with mywife,” I growled against her neck, dragging my teeth down to where her pulse fluttered.
Her breathless laugh turned into a moan, the straps of her little dress already sliding off her shoulders, baring the top swell of her breasts.
“You wore this to remind me what a little slut you are, O?”
“Maybe,” she breathed, her eyes already darkened with need.
I shoved the dress down further, exposing her hard, dusky nipples, and caught one in my mouth. She gasped, her hips grinning into me.
“Good,” I muttered against her skin. “Because I know how filthy you like it. You’re my wife now. All mine. And tonight, you’re going to do exactly what I tell you. I’m going to show you exactly what you mean to me.”
“Fuck, Tyler… I need you,” she panted, dipping her hand down my jeans and wrapping it firmly around my cock. My hips jerked helplessly into her grip.
“Oh, you’re a needy little thing tonight. Couch. Spread your legs.” I ordered unsteadily. “Tonight’s about you and that perfect little pussy.”
I guided her back, barely breaking the kiss until she dropped onto the sofa, parting her knees with a devilish grin. The hem of her dress rode up high, breasts still bare, my heart almost flatlined.
“That.” I pointed at her underwear. “Off.”
She slid her black lace thong down achingly slow, only closing her thighs to hook them over her knees. When she opened them up again, she surprised me by sliding a finger into her own slick heat, pumping it in and out while holding my gaze.
“Fuck. Me, O,” I groaned.
She pulled her finger out and pressed it to my lips. I wrapped my mouth around it, tasting her.
“You’re so gorgeous right now,” I rasped. “I’ll never get over the taste of you.”
Her eyes fluttered shut as I dipped my head between her thighs, spreading her with my fingers before my tongue found her clit, teasing it slowly.
“Tyler!” she yelped, her hands fisting in my hair as her hips tilted, sliding lower, giving me the perfect angle. The satin of her dress bunched at her waist, was no barrier between me and everything I wanted. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders as I licked into her, tongue working with precision over her clit until she cried out.
“Jesus, Tyler…don’t stop.”
