Page 100 of Between Dusk and Dawn

"So, to each of you who has been a part of our lives, our story, and this momentous day, I express my deepest gratitude. And to you, Madison, my beautiful bride, my confidante, and my eternal flame, thank you for being my love, my anchor, and my everything.

"As we step into the future hand in hand, I promise to cherish, honor, and adore you. May our love continue to grow, may our journey be adorned with laughter and joy, and may our hearts beat as one. Thank you for joining us on this magical day, and Madison, I love you more than words can express."

I didn’t register the applause that burst from the room or the kiss that Walsh gave me after his speech. It was as though my mind was blurred and I had tunnel vision. I didn’t even remember being whisked away from the crowd, as Walsh led me back up the stairs, down the hallway and closing the door to the room I was in earlier in the day.

I especially don’t remember the look that Walsh gave me as I pinned my back to the door and he prowled over toward me.

"Lift your hands up," he demanded as my back pushed into the frame of the door, but I obliged him. His eyes still fixated on mine, his chest was pressed tightly against mine. His fingers reached over pulling my scarred hand down. His lips trailed up along my hands, sending a shiver of delight through my spine. The anticipation nearly killed me as his mouth pressed languid kisses up toward my shoulders.

"You were so beautiful down there," he murmured. "Waiting for me."

A moan escaped from my lips. "I was so proud of you." I praised him and his other hand trailed up my thigh over the thin fabric of the dress.

"Are you?" Walsh asked and amhmmwas the only response I could give him as his hands took over letting my body get lost among his touch.

"Turn around." I followed his demand, spinning on my heel for him. I felt his rough calloused fingers reach around toward my zipper as he slowly pulled the cool metal down from my skin, letting my dress pool in one big pile at my feet.

I didn’t dare turn back toward him, instead I gripped onto the door, my nails digging into the wood. "Tell me something," I demanded.

A thud was the only noise I heard until I felt wet lips pressing against my ass cheeks. His hands gripped the front of my thighs, pulling my ass to his face. "God, I could be buried forever here."

"Oh yeah? In this house you bought me?" I teased, but felt his fingers loosen along my legs.

"It's all ours," he murmured, peppering kisses up and down the back of my thighs.

I tried to crane my neck, to turn around and look at him to see his face, but I was distracted when his hands moved, parting my cheeks and his tongue grazed my backside entrance.

I bent forward slightly, giving him a better angle to lap me up like I was the greatest ice cream flavor ever invented and I marveled in the thrill of letting him eat my ass out. Fuck it felt so good, feeling the warmth around me. His free hand, toyed with my folds, teasing me just enough to edge me on—make me wanton and desperate for more.

"Walsh," I cried, needing more from him.

"Yes, Muse?" he taunted.

"Please," I begged, throwing my head back as his fingers strummed along my pussy.

He stood up and I whipped around, my chest pressed tightly along his tux coat. "Take this off," I demanded and the corners of his lips twisted into a mischievous grin.

"What a demanding little wife you are."

My hands were working his buttons, ripping his coat off and pulling on his bowtie. "Why did you buy this house?"

Although I was breathless and my body was primed for him, I wanted answers. "Because I needed to, for the business. I knew I was going to be capo, I needed to have a presence in the community."

Pop. One button went flying across the room and I suppressed a little giggle when it did. "Naughty, Muse."

Walsh’s lips came crashing down onto mine but I pulled away. "Why surprise me?"

"Because I like the way your eyes bulge out of your head, the way your lips part, the way your body gets all tense when I surprise you. It fucking turns me on."

I stared at him, this time the laughter could not be stopped. "I love you," I cried and pulled off his shirt, tracing my fingers along the tattoos around his body.

"You are beautiful," I praised him, loving the way he let me take over sometimes in the bedroom, letting the roles reverse.

"My stunning queen." His pants went crashing on the floor after I’d finished fumbling with the zipper at the same time Walsh had pulled off my bra and underwear set.

"Fuck me," I cried, as I jumped up, hooking my ankles behind his back, not wanting to leave.

His shaft was along my backside as he held me in his arms, draping me on the bed. "Come on, Daddy. Come play."

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