Page 26 of Plus-Sized Bratva Prisoner

Tia stands in front of me, a nervous smile on her lips, her long dark lashes fluttering over her lowered eyes.

The priest begins talking, addressing the crowd, who are all seated now. He talks about family, commitment, love and giving your life to one person. The beauty of marriage and having someone your soul can live life with.

I listen, but I hardly hear his words because I’m mesmerized by her.

I can’t seem to get enough of her in this dress. This moment. I want it engraved in my memory for all eternity.

“Do you, Yefim Dubrov, take this woman, Tia Lawrence, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, until death do you part?”

My stomach flips with excitement.

“I do,” I say loud and clear, staring right into her soul.

“Do you, Tia Lawrence, take this man, Yefim Dubrov, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, until death do you part?”

Her body tenses, her lips pull tight, the crowd is deathly quiet. My heart has stopped beating.

“I do,” she says, and my entire body rumbles with excitement.

“Then I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride,” the priest says happily.

I step toward her, reaching out and pulling her tightly against me with my arm around her waist. I dip her backwards, lean over her and press my lips against hers.

My heart screams with triumph as our lips lock, and my entire body becomes alive with heated tension.

She reaches up and touches my cheek with her delicate fingers.

She is my wife, and I want her.

I pull her back to her feet and step slightly away from her so that I can admire her beauty. She is smiling perfectly, looking happy and in love.

I walk down the aisle with her against my side towards the reception, where they will take photos of us before the party begins.

Walking inside, we are guided towards a red sofa, shaped like a heart. I sit down on it and Tia sits on my lap.

I wrap my arm around her hips and pull her up against me. She is sitting right on my cock, and I can feel it growing hard. I know she can, too, but she ignores it.

We kiss for the camera, and people cheer and throw rose petals over us. My cock is throbbing, begging for our wedding night, when we can consummate this marriage.

When the photographer is finished taking pictures Tia tries to stand up, but I grip her tighter. “Don’t you dare,” I snarl.

“But the longer I sit here the harder it gets,” she whispers, sounding a little panicked.

I chuckle. “It’ll calm down. Just give me a moment. Unless you want to help me make it go away by disappearing for a moment, around the corner, where no one can see us.”

Her eyes grow wide with shock. She doesn’t like that idea at all, but I can’t stop thinking about it. Since she kissed me in the church, I have been looking for every opportunity to steal her away and pull her wedding dress up over her hips so that I can slam my cock into her.

Her plump cheeks are burning bright red, and she doesn’t look impressed with me.

Her innocence is fucking gorgeous.

I shake my head, grinning at her discomfort.

“My wife, you’re teasing me.”

“Then let me get off your lap.”

“In a minute,” I say, calmly, running my hand down her back to the curve above her ass.

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