Page 38 of His Wild Attraction

I told Ellie I wanted a wedding night.

A real one.

I wanted this marriage to be real, and that included a mature, consensual, sexual relationship.

And she agreed.

She fucking agreed.

I’d been waiting for that moment all night long. I craved her touch. Needed to feel her writhing beneath me.

From the second I saw her walking towards me down the aisle, across the black carpet that glittered with hundreds of sparkles sewn across it, making it look like she was floating across a piece of the night sky, I wanted her with a fierce hunger I could barely comprehend.

For months, I’d watched Ellie from afar. I’d wondered about who she really was, what she was running from.

I’d been inexplicably drawn to the woman with the mischievous light dancing behind her gold-green eyes from the first second I saw her.

But I never imagined she’d ask me to marry her. Even if it wasn’t for the usual reasons.

Love could come later.

But the moment she’d said I do, there was no going back. Not for me. Not for her.

Ellie was going to be mine forever.

Obsessive much?

Fuck yes.

I stretched my neck, my hungry gaze eating up every inch of her as she drew closer.

Ever since the wedding march hummed from the small quartet, playing unobtrusively from beneath an arch decked out with flowers and ribbons, I’d been revved up like an engine idling just waiting for permission to blast off.

It was still something I needed to process, that I was a married man. That I was married to the woman who consumed my every thought.

The wedding itself went without a hitch. The event planner had outdone herself. It was everything I’d imagined.

I paid well, so it was to be expected. But seeing the delight on Ellie’s face as she’d taken in every detail had been worth all my meticulous planning, the emails, and lists of things I’d wanted for tonight.

Getting married on October 31st warranted a little something extra. Getting married to Ellie demanded it.

My mother had been uncertain about the whole Halloween thing, but honestly, I couldn’t have been happier with the results.

The wedding theme was perfect. Ellie was perfect. Dressed in black like the sultry seductress she was. Hell. I couldn't take my eyes off her the whole night.

Never had I encountered a woman so damn mysterious, so alluring. I wanted to learn all her secrets. To discover every inch of her myself.

It was like she wore a mask every day of her life. Like she was hiding something from the public.

Something so dark and secret, so utterly wild, that whoever had witnessed it before had told her to hide it.

I would never do that to her.

Never.

I craved Ellie’s wild side. I wanted to see it. To learn every secret and dream. Everything she yearned for.

And I wanted to be the one to give it to her.

---