Page 110 of Call You Mine

It’s incredible.More beautiful than I could have ever envisioned.

An enormous wall of flowers decorates the entire back wall of the house, while a smaller one sits perfectly in the sand, facing toward us. The beauty and serene waves of the ocean, a stunning backdrop to this day, highlights the magnificently decorated altar situated right before the flowers. The archway I’ll be walking under is equally exquisite, with the same white and red roses and blue hydrangeas that are draped along the chairs lining the sides of the aisle.

My hands tremble as I make it to the end of the aisle, my handsome brother waiting for me under the flower arch. He’s gorgeous in the same navy blue suit pants all the groomsmen, including Damon, are wearing, though they opted out of the suit jackets and instead are wearing white button-down shirts rolledup at their sleeves. It’s more fitting to the aesthetic of a beach wedding, anyway.

His blonde hair is slightly longer up top and shorter and darker on the sides, but it’s his clear blue eyes, red rimmed and brimming with tears that have me suck in a sharp breath. This is it. The moment we’ve both been dreading since the night Damon and I told everyone we were engaged.

My brother will walk me down the aisle and I have no idea how I’m supposed to keep my shit together.

“You look fucking beautiful, Wynnie,” he says, his voice creaking as he tries to hold back his tears. I don’t respond, unable to say one word back to him. Instead, he extends his arm out to me and I take it, letting him lead me down the aisle toward the man I love.

The moment my eyes meet his, it’s like nothing else in the world exists but him. My vision focuses on him, blurring out the sights and sounds around me. All I see is his dark hair, unruly atop his head, a contrast to the neatly trimmed beard, slightly longer and just how I like it. Though it’s the pair of tantalizing green eyes that drive me absolutely mad.

My heart stammers in my chest as I breathe heavy, unsteady breaths. My fingers tighten around my brother’s arm in fear that I might fall since I feel like I’m currently floating, not walking, down the aisle.

“Wynter,” Ace says, a hint of worry in his tone.

“I’m fine, brother,” I assure him. “More than fine. I’m ready to get married.”

He chuckles as we reach the end of the aisle, where a stiff and slightly anxious Damon awaits. Damon’s tense smile relaxes when he sees me smiling back at him, and he lets out a sharp breath I don't think even he realized he was holding in so tight.

“You okay, brother?” Ace asks, catching him off guard. I nearly collapse in hysterical sobs at the term my brother’s just used.

“Yeah, brother,” Damon responds, extending his hand out to take mine. Ace goes in for a hug, patting him roughly on the back before placing my hand in Damon’s palm.

“You better take good fucking care of her, Drake. I swear to God if you hurt her…”

“Ace,” Scarlett and I both shout out, stopping my brother from continuing his threat.

“No need to worry, Ace. There’s nothing I treasure more in this world than Wynter and our son. I will love and protect them for the rest of my life.” Damon’s gaze shifts to mine as he bypasses my brother and takes my hand.

I’m smiling so much my face genuinely hurts. “Let’s make this real, Damon,” I tell him and the love I see reflected at me is almost too much to handle.

Damon leans in forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips before pulling back and staring at me with such an intense look, my entire soul aches to finally be his. “It’s always been real, Princess.”

“Call me Mrs. Damon Fucking Drake,”I squeal as my husband, yup you heard right, my sexy as fuck husband, carries me into our bedroom.

“You bet your fine ass you are. And don’t you ever dare forget it,” Damon growls into my ear as he carries me through the threshold of our bedroom. Between my large wedding gown and even larger belly, I’m surprised we even fit.

Once inside, I look around the dimly lit room, the flicker of candles dancing like shadows against the walls making the space incredibly romantic. Red and white rose petals are scattered along the floor in a path leading toward the bed where an enormous bouquet awaits me.

“Oh, Damon. When did you have the time?”

He leans in and kisses me, his nose pressed against mine as he speaks. “Kai came over a few minutes before we left. Part of his best man duties.”

There’s no doubt Kai had plenty of time to get this all arranged and set up in time for our arrival. The ceremony itself was beautiful, although incredibly short since Damon couldn’t wait and forced Kai, who was not only his best man but officiating the ceremony, to skip to all the frilly bullshit and cut to the “I dos”. We hadn’t officially finished writing our vows since the wedding wasn’t supposed to happen until next summer, but we each said exactly what the other felt and it couldn’t have been more perfect.

Much to Damon’s annoyance, I forced him to stay for the reception. It was a beautiful affair our family and friends put together for us in a matter of weeks. They all worked so hard we couldn’t miss it despite how badly I wanted to be alone with him. From sharing a delicious meal with our closest friends around the large banquet style table, and the kids running around playing along the beach, it was magical.

I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day, but this very pregnant and extremely exhausted bride and soon-to-be mother, needed to get home and sleep. Though, much to no one's surprise, Damon has other plans for us tonight.

He walks over to the bed with me still in his arms, and sets me down on my feet. Leaning forward he kisses me again, something he hasn’t stopped doing since I met him at the altar.Not that I’m complaining. I could, and will, spend the rest of my life kissing him.

Our tongues dance together to a rhythm we’ve both mastered.

“Fuck, Princess. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls against my lips as his mouth trails down my neck, leaving kisses over every inch of skin it touches. “My wife, fuck I’ll never get tired of saying that. Turn around baby, let me get this off of you. I need to see you.”

I obey and turn, moving my hair over my shoulder to give him better access. “Mmm,” I moan as his hands move to unhook my dress. He kisses the back of my neck as his fingers move quickly, tracing circles and making goosebumps cover my skin. I let out a breathy moan as he undoes the ties of the top. In the mirror across from us, I can see the way his eyes darken as my dress falls. The ache between my legs, the one which never seems to go away where he's concerned, deepens and I can hardly stay upright.

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