Page 37 of Taken By the Wolf Daddy

Tears welled up in my eyes as Jesse gently slipped the ring onto my finger. It was a beautiful, symbolic moment that overwhelmed me with happiness. His touch was tender, his eyes filled with love, and as the ring found its place, I felt a profound sense of belonging.

I could see that Jesse was trembling with happiness too as I took his hand in mine and placed the ring on his finger. It was a powerful exchange of promises, a bond that symbolized our commitment to each other. With each passing second, I knew that we were sealing ourselves to one another, becoming partners in this journey of life.

As the rings settled into their rightful places, the tears in my eyes weren’t just tears of joy; they were tears of gratitude, of love, and of a future filled with hope and happiness. We were now officially bound together, and I couldn’t have been happier.

My dad was starting to get a little choked up, as well, which just proved how far we had come. “By the power vested in me and by the love you have declared before your loved ones, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may seal your vows with a kiss.”

As Jesse and I shared a sweet, tender kiss, it felt like time had momentarily stood still. It was our first kiss as husband and wife, and it was filled with the promise of a beautiful journey ahead. The warmth of his lips against mine, the softness of his touch, and the love that radiated between us enveloped us in a cocoon of happiness.

Amidst the cheers and applause of our friends and family who had gathered to celebrate this special day, it was as if the world around us had faded away. All that existed at that moment was Jesse and me, bound by our love and the vows we had just exchanged.

As our lips parted, the sound of joyful cheers and applause echoed in the air, reminding us of the love and support that surrounded us. It was a perfect beginning to our new life together, and I couldn’t have asked for a more magical moment to start our journey as husband and wife.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Rivers.”

Belle, our little flower girl, clapped her hands with delight, and the entire gathering joined in the celebration. It was a moment of pure joy, a culmination of our love story that had triumphed over every obstacle.

As we turned to face our friends and family, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Our journey had been challenging, but it led us to this beautiful moment where our love was celebrated and embraced by all those who mattered most to us.

The wedding reception had been nothing short of amazing. Our friends and family had gathered to celebrate our love, and the atmosphere was filled with laughter, music, and joy. The first dance as husband and wife had been a beautiful moment, and we had danced together, lost in each other’s arms, as if the world revolved around just the two of us.

As the night continued to unfold, Jesse and I shared smiles, laughter, and stories with our loved ones. The celebration was in full swing, but at a certain point, we both felt the need for a quiet moment alone, away from the bustling crowd.

I looked into Jesse’s eyes, and he must have read my thoughts because he leaned in and whispered, “Would you like to steal away for a little while, Mrs. Rivers?”

A rush of excitement coursed through me at the idea of some alone time with my new husband. I nodded and replied with a soft smile, “I’d love that, Mr. Rivers.”

With a gentle touch of his hand in mine, we made our way to a quiet area outside, away from the music and the dancing. It was a peaceful oasis amidst the joyful chaos, a moment for just the two of us to reflect on the incredible journey that had brought us here.

As we stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude and love. Our wedding day had been a dream come true, and I knew that our future together held endless possibilities and happiness.

“Do you want to…” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “Get out of here?”

I started to realize exactly what he meant, and I nodded emphatically. I couldn’t wait to get out of here with my husband. Everyone was having fun, they didn’t need to have us there. Plus, Dad had already agreed to have Belle for the night, so we were fine. “Yes, I agree. Let’s start the honeymoon earlier.”

It felt so naughty, sneaking away like we were teenagers doing something cheeky, but that only made it funnier. As we tiptoed away, I could hardly contain myself. I couldn’t stop giggling, pretty much all the way to Jesse’s home. Well, my home now, too.

We didn’t waste time, we headed straight for the bedroom, which was where all the magic was going to happen, and I couldn’t wait for it.

In the cozy bedroom, adorned with delicate candlelight flickering across the wood paneled walls, Jesse and I nestled in the embrace of passionate love, sharing tender whispers and gentle touches that would soon give way to the intense heat of desire. We were married now, everything was different, and that was electrifying.

As I lay with my head resting against Jesse’s strong chest, our wedding attire long gone, I could feel the beat of his heart thumping in harmony with mine, conveying the powerful connection between us.

His hands, large yet gentle, caressed my skin as they traced the contours of my body, eliciting involuntary shivers from me as my breath hitched. Suddenly, Jesse turned towards me, his lips brushing mine ever so slightly before claiming us with a hunger that belied the tender moments shared earlier during our beautiful wedding ceremony.

As we kissed, our tongues danced in unison, exploring every crevice of each other’s mouth, leaving us both breathless and aching for more. Our hands became increasingly bolder, venturing downwards and finding solace in the hidden valleys of each other’s bodies. The subtle touches had transformed into bold strokes, mapping out the territory we were about to conquer.

With a slow and deliberate pace, Jesse moved to lay on top of me, our skin touching in places where our bodies met, causing goose bumps to rise along my flesh. As our kisses intensified, a mutual desire took hold, burning through us like wildfire. Our hands roamed freely, seeking the perfect spots to leave the most tantalizing sensations. With every touch, we seemed to be discovering new ways to ignite pleasure. Our fingers intertwined, tracing lines of anticipation, making promises that our bodies couldn’t wait to fulfill

Jesse’s lips found the soft skin beneath my ear, sending shivers down my spine, while his hand cupped my breast, teasing its firmness with the tips of his fingers. In response, I arched my back, allowing my breasts to press against his palm, creating a new level of intimacy between us.

My hand glided down Jesse’s chest, my fingers grazing the taut muscles, tracing the fine line of hair leading toward his manhood.

He groaned softly, his entire body tensing with anticipation. As I slowly took him into my hand, my eyes locked with his, conveying an unspoken promise of trust and vulnerability.

Our lips met again, our breaths syncopated as our movements became more urgent. Jesse shifted his weight, positioning himself between my legs, aligning our bodies in a rhythm of arousal. I arched my back, meeting him in each movement, creating a dance of desire that left us both yearning for more.

Our kisses turned possessive, our teeth occasionally nipping playfully at each other’s lips, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through our veins. Until Jesse took it up another level and much to my surprise, he bit into my skin with his wolf-like teeth. The moment took me by surprise until I suddenly realized what was happening. He was claiming me, marrying me in his wolf way. Marking me with his teeth and claiming me as his mate forever.

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