Page 62 of His to Take

His mouth on mine promised much more to come. I would learn what it meant to fully belong to him as his wife.

I couldn’t wait to find out.

My clit throbbed beneath his fingers and my core clenched. Before I could think to stop it, a moan escaped me. A rush of sensation fluttered inside me, bursting out and developing a life of its own. My orgasm slammed into me with no warning, fast and hard. I rose up onto my toes as my back arched, pressing me closer against him, unable to escape the agonizing ecstasy. My hips rocked slightly, which only rubbed his fingers more firmly against my clit, drawing my climax to new heights. His tongue danced with mine and his hand tightened a bit more at the back of my head. Wild insatiable pleasure rattled though me and he didn’t let me escape even a moment of it. I keened in my throat, and he kissed me even harder. My scalp burned, but my body blazed.

I enjoyed every breathtakingly painful, perfect second of it.

By the time my release finally waned, my lips were sore and my legs felt like jelly. He pulled his fingers free from my panties andsplayed them on my lower back, holding me steady against him and I was grateful for it.

“You are mine, my sweet bride,” he whispered, and I blushed at the dark declaration in his tone. I caught my bottom lip between my teeth, staring up into those stormy eyes and knowing that I had found where I belonged. It was with him. He was my home.

I hadn’t said yes, but I didn’t need to.

My body had already answered for me.

I leaned against him, grateful for the support of his tall, strong form. I stared out at the rolling waves as a buzzing calm washed through my body and outward along my limbs and for a long while, I just enjoyed the euphoria he engendered in me.

“The wedding will take place tomorrow.”

“What? Isn’t that too soon?” I blinked in disbelief.

“It isn’t up to you, my sweet bride,” he answered simply. I spun around and opened my mouth to tell him that I didn’t think that was best, but his big hand slapped my right bottom cheek hard enough to sting. His expression was firm, and I knew that he would bare me, even out here, and spank my bottom bright red if I continued my pointless protests.

We both knew I wanted to be his as soon as possible.

Later that afternoon, there was a knock at the door. I offered to answer it, but Ryker shook his head and went to open the door himself. Curious, I rose from my seat and looked to see a man in a very well-made suit bowing his head deferentially in greeting.

“Ah, Mr. Gates. Sir, I’ve brought several dresses for Dr. Vaughn to try on. As you requested, there are a few different styles for you to choose from for her,” he began. I felt a bit flustered that the man was talking to Ryker about me, with me standing right there.

“Thank you, Ryan. I appreciate you coming on such short notice,” Ryker answered, swinging the door wide open and moving to help the man maneuver a large rolling cart laden with garment bags into the house.

“Of course, it’s my pleasure, Mr. Gates,” the merchant answered. He had yet to look at me, introduce himself, or even acknowledge my presence in the room. Ryker also made no move to introduce us and seemed to be ignoring me.

I stared down at the floor, confused, embarrassed, and strangely aroused at the manner and behavior of this stranger and my soon-to-be husband. They both acted as though this was all perfectly normal. Maybe it was here, but it wasn’t for me.

Together, they rolled the cart into the oversized master bedroom. I followed and took up my place next to Ryker, fidgeting with uncertainty. I watched curiously as Ryan started to unpack several gorgeous white gowns.

They were more beautiful than I could have ever imagined, even more so than the one in that crate I’d seen what felt like forever ago in my office. They were all brand new, none of them tinted with age or threadbare from the elements.

“There’s so many,” I murmured.

“I wanted to make sure Mr. Gates could choose what he liked best. And that you walked down the aisle in something that made you feel incredible, too, of course,” Ryan offered kindly.

I walked up to the rack and tentatively reached out to touch one of the gowns. The fabric was silky, shimmering in the light. Behind me, Ryker chatted with the merchant. I only realized he had walked over to the door when he called out for me. I looked over my shoulder, and his warm gaze locked on mine.

His eyes held the promise of home.

“Ryan will help you try on all the dresses from his collection. You will choose five of your favorites. Tonight, you will model them for me, and I will choose the one you will be wearing for the ceremony tomorrow,” he dictated. His instructions, spoken in front of Ryan, put me firmly in my place and made me tingle.

My nipples pebbled and I crossed my arms over my chest, hoping to hide them as much as possible. Ryker didn’t say anything, looking at me knowingly before he left the room. Glancing at Ryan, I could tell that he understood, too.

I took a deep breath, dispelling my unease as much as I could, and let myself feel the excitement of trying on a wedding dress for the very first time.

Ryan lifted out a white bustier and a matching pair of panties. I blushed a little as I took them and disappeared into the ensuite bathroom to try them on. It took me several minutes to clasp the front of the bustier, but when it was safely in place, I lifted my head high and pulled my shoulders back. I braved the trip back into the bedroom in only my underwear with as much false confidence as I could muster.

If he noticed my embarrassment, Ryan said nothing, instead remaining professional as he pulled the first gown off the rack. It was a strapless dress, the gown dipping low in the front with a sweetheart neckline. The skirt billowed out from the fitted waist,creating a beautiful silhouette that made me feel like a princess from the ancient fairy tale books in the museum.

I tried several different dresses on after that first one. Each one was somehow perfectly sized for my body. How had Ryker managed that? Some were covered in lace. Others silk or satin. Several of the dresses had corseted waistlines while a few had mesh cutouts that showcased my body a bit more than others. There were mermaid dresses that hugged my legs and a few that hugged my every curve and made me feel like a goddess.

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