Page 64 of The Bratva's Innocent Bride

Our eyes catch as she walks down the aisle toward me, and I have to take a deep breath to keep from tearing up.

My crazy woman. My twice-bride. The person I want to spend the rest of my life with. The ceremony passes quickly, and I press my lips to hers, causing a loud applause from everyone in the room.

We have traditional Russian wedding food, which Anton insisted Fiona would want based on how much she loves his cooking. Dessert is a delicate white cake with flowers.

After the festivities, I escort Fiona out to the car. The moment we climb in, I know she’s thinking about that time in the limousine on our way to the first family event.

“I wasn’t sure where you would want to go for the honeymoon,” I say, grinning at her when she climbs into my lap. “So, I planned a flight to every country. If you want, we can spend two months honeymooning across the globe.”

“Who is going to run things while we’re gone?”

“Roman and Viktor, primarily.”

Fiona sucks in a breath through her teeth.

“I don’t know about that,” she says, resting her forehead against mine. “They might not be able to handle it for that long.”

“We’ll have the rest of our lives to run things and spend time with those bozos,” I say, hands tightening on her hips. “Let me have you all to myself on this trip.”

She nods and leans against me as we ride to the private airfield.

When the plane takes off, we head to our private room, and I lay her down, taking off her wedding dress delicately and laying it over the back of the chair. I bite my lip when I see the lingerie she’s wearing underneath.

“Anya thought of everything,” she laughs.

“Oh, god, do not talk about my sister right now.”

“Fair enough,” she says before I slot myself between her legs. I take my time, running my fingers and tongue over every inch of her body like I’m learning it for the first time. I peel the lingerie from her body, tasting her, gripping her hips tightly as I make her come on my tongue.

“Is it just me,” she breathes after finishing, “or are you getting better at that?”

“I didn’t realize there was room for improvement,” I say, grabbing her hips and dragging her to the edge of the bed. She’s on her back, her hips right on the edge, and I step between her legs, holding them up and staring down at my cock as it slides into her.

I want this every night, every second that I can have it. I want Fiona and I alone in a bedroom, where I can do what I want to her.

This woman is my wife. She’s my everything.

Fiona throws her head back and moans as I pound into her. When her hand finds her clit, it spurs me on. I imagine the pleasure she feels, and I reach down, grabbing her hips and tilting her so I can go even deeper.

“I love you,” I say as I come undone inside her. I can tell from the look on her face that the sound of those words rivals the pleasure of the orgasm shuddering through her body.

When we’re done, she reaches up, grabs my face, and kisses me hard.

“I love you more,” she says before falling back on the bed, her arms and legs splayed.

“Oh, you always have to outdo me, don’t you?” I ask, and she scoots up, spreading her legs and arms out for me to join her.

“Maybe,” she says, “depends…what’s my punishment?”

“Oh,” I say, flicking off the light and giving her a devilish grin. “I think I can come up with something pretty creative.”

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