Page 31 of Wrath's Nightingale

“Let’s get you fed.”

Wrath leads me over to the bridal table and pulls out my chair. Our party is quickly seated around us. Soon servers come by with a variety of food: Fried chicken, fried catfish, meatloaf, country ham, fried pork chops, gator bites, frog legs to start. Followed by bowls and platters of hush puppies, coleslaw, green beans, mashed potatoes with white or brown gravy, turnip greens, and baked mac n cheese.

Wrath

When the first notes ofCan’t Help Falling in Lovestarts, I offer my hand to my wife.Holy fuck, my wife.Now those are words I can get used to. I lead my bride out onto the dance floor. I even sing along with the words, low enough for only Millie to hear me.

When our song ends,I Loved Her Firstbegins. Brian meets us on the dance floor. I find my mom and draw her onto the floor. Halfway through, other couples join us.

The song ends and I kiss Mom on the cheek and head for Millie. Hand in hand, we head to the dessert table. We don’t have a traditional cake. Lisa made Millie’s favorite lemon chiffon cake with wild blueberry filling for us to cut. In addition to the cake, there’s a ton of cobbler. Apple, blackberry, blueberry, cherry, and pecan. All my woman’s favorites. She prefers cobblers to cakes and pies.

Chapter 19

Millie

After the cake cutting, I change into a shorter dress and dance until my feet hurt. Champagne, sparkling cider, and beer flow freely for hours. We’re on the dance floor, wrapped in each other’s arms. Beyoncé’sCrazy In Loveplays while our friends and family danced around us.

But we were lost in our own world. A world of teasing touches, glances, and kisses. My husband leans down.My husband. Oh, my heart.“Let’s get out of here.”

“Yes.”

He picks me up into his arms and carries me off the dance floor. People part like the red sea leaving room down the middle for him to carry me through. Our brothers hurry to open the doors. Wrath carries me out while our friends blow bubbles and shower us with a mixture of bird seed and flower petals as he carries me to a black carriage drawn by a matching pair of midnight black Percheron. Their manes are entwined with silver and cobalt blue ribbons. Pale pink and bright blue roses are interspersed in the ribbons. Their long tails are braided to match.

The stunning black carriage has chrome trim. The wheels have chrome accents as well. The back of the carriage has a large bough of blue roses. More shades of blue than I knew existed in nature. On the seat is a small bouquet of pink sweetheart roses. The same shade my father gave me on my sixteen birthday and every special occasion since.

Wrath carries me to the carriage steps, then sits me inside. I pick up the bouquet and scoot over. Wrath climbs in and takes a seat beside me. He puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer. The driver starts the carriage.

“I thought we’d go on a quick ride, my love.”

“It’s a beautiful night.”

I’m both in a hurry and not to get to our cabin. I want him. I ache for him, but I’m nervous as hell. I fidget a little in my seat. I feel a warm breath on my neck a millisecond before soft, warm lips.

“I’m a little nervous too,” he whispers in my ear. “I’ve never wanted a woman so much in my life. I’ve made love to you a hundred times in my head. Every night when I close my eyes, I dream of you. I ache for you every morning.

“But I wanted to wait and make it special. Do something most people don’t do anymore. Wait until after the honeymoon.”

I giggle. “We did everything else a little differently, too. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you. My panties are constantly soaked. I bought six extra pairs already.”

His lips are back on my neck, kissing the exposed flesh. Shivers of desire run down my body, straight to my clit. It throbs and I resist the urge to touch myself. Suddenly, I’m lifted in the air and spun at the same time. I’m now facing my husband, straddling his lap. He puts a hand on each globe of my ass and pulls me closer before delivering a smoldering kiss that leaves me whimpering with need when he pulls away.

“I want this to be a first for us in all ways, Nightingale. Let’s forget the past. Forget the partners and come to each other with a renewed spirit. I don’t care if it’s been one man or a thousand. From this night forward, it’s you and me. No past, only the future.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

The carriage comes to a stop.

“Turn around, baby, and lean back on me.”

I do an about face on his lap without flashing too much, scoot forward, and lean back. The full moon hangs low in the sky, making it look much larger than normal. Thousands of stars sparkle in the midnight sky, twinkling like scattered diamonds. It’s breathtaking. I feel hands roaming over my dress and hot breath on my ear.

“Keep looking at the sky, baby. And be quiet unless you want the driver to know what’s happening.”

I stiffen for a moment before relaxing against his gentle touch. Right now, his hands are over my clothing, caressing the soft fabric. It’s frustrating and erotic as hell at the same time. I bite the inside of my lip to keep my moaning and keep my eyes on the sky. He nibbles my one ear lobe while caressing the other. I whimper softly.

Wrath’s large hands cup my breast through the fabric. His thumbs stroke my nipples into stiff peaks. I gasp softly, arching my back and writhing against him.

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