Page 34 of His Wild Attraction

She looked amazing.

The perfect blend of innocent and decadent. Black lace and sheer layers of fabric wrapped around her lovingly. Casting shadows as she walked, I hummed appreciatively as hints of soft, pale skin flashed with every move my sweet Lupina made.

Goddamn.

She was stunning, Just like I knew she would be.

Other girls might be right for pristine white and red roses. But Ellie was different.

She was special.

A cut apart from the rest. A veritable goddess decked out in midnight colored fabric.

Ellie was mine. And that was all that mattered.

I held my hand out towards her, waiting for the moment her skin touched mine.

Ellie bent down first, kissing Sammy on the cheek. Then she straightened her back and faced me.

Powerful, courageous, warrior woman. My woman.

Next, she placed her soft hand in mine, and I felt the triumph of it sing through my soul.

“Dearly beloved,” Deacon McDonough began.

CHAPTER ELEVEN ELLIE

“Look this way please,” the photographer said, and I turned my attention towards the smiling woman.

I couldn’t believe it happened so quickly. But the ceremony was over, and I was now Mrs. Ellie Ramirez.

Holy. Shit

We’d decided on a light fare with Autumn themed cocktails and appetizers passed out by servers after the ceremony.

We already cut the cake, and coffee was now being served in pretty little demitasse cups.

It was a delicious confection made of dark chocolate and the most sublime buttercream on the whole planet, decked out with realistic replicas of my bouquet made out of spun sugar.

I looked down at the beautiful princess cut black diamond surrounded by dozens of sparkling baguettes in a platinum setting sitting on my finger, and my eyes widened.

He’d nailed it. There was something about the stone that just drew me. Maybe it was the mystery behind it. Or the fact black was not the normal color for a wedding dress or ring.

But I always liked it. My fascination with Halloween started when I was a child and I wanted to wear a scary witch costume.

My nanny insisted on me wearing a princess dress. I caved.

Of course I did.

I’d wanted to be liked and loved, and my father cared, but he was never one to coddle. So I did what I was told.

I always did what I was told. But I didn’t want to. Not anymore.

Andres really had thought of everything.

The ring.

The dress.

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