“I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long. To be able to call you my wife, baby, and for you to be the mother of my kids. My dream wasalways you. How about we get out of here?” A slit smile unfolds.
I gaze at our guests. “We just got here; we can’t ditch our own wedding.”
“Sure, we can. Look, everyone will be drunk in no time. Besides, I have a surprise for you, and Sophie, and Nana agreed to watch Dante, so my love, we are covered,” he assures me with a dimpled smirk on his handsome face.
“A surprise, you say?”
As we’re still swaying to the next song, our guests join the dance floor. My gaze sweeps over the dance floor and I see Liam and Sophie dancing; I also see Mark and his girlfriend dancing. I spot Santiago dancing with Liam’s cousin. She’s Mark’s age. Dominic lifts my chin and kisses my mouth. Sneaking out sounds good now.
As Dominic drives, his hand entwines with mine. He kisses the base of my knuckles every couple of minutes until we make it to a beautiful, stunning house with a beach view. My mouth gapes open like a fish.
“Did you rent this place for the night?” I ask.
“You like it?”
“It’s beautiful. Whoever this house belongs to, they’re lucky fuckers.”
He chuckles as he makes his way to open the door for me. Stepping into the immaculate home, I gasp. It’s just as stunning on the inside, huge marble kitchen with copper sinks and a colossal island. Holy shitballs, the living room is enormous with a gorgeous fireplace.
“Wow, this is so beautiful. How many bedrooms?” My mouth is still open. When I glance at Dominic, he’s smiling at me, a smile so big it has my heart fluttering.
“Come here, baby.”
I take little steps toward him, afraid of tripping on my dress. His lips slam into mine thirstily, consuming me fiercely. God, it feels good.
“Before I lose control, Angel, because God, it’s easy to get lost in you. First, it’s a four-bedroom house, huge backyard, with a firepit, beachfront view, three baths and a lot of other shit.” He pecks my lips with a smile. “And, my Angel, it’s our new home, baby. We are the lucky fuckers.”
My mouth is now on the floor.What the hell?Eyes wide on him in shock.Our new home, I repeat to myself.
“Really?” I choke out, unable to speak.
“Uh-huh, baby, it’s our new home. We needed something bigger for our growing family. I’ve saved money throughout the years. You deserve it.”
All right, that’s it. I sob. He’s so perfect; he surprises me every day. Dominic is beyond everything I’ve ever wanted in a man.
Dominic carries me bridal style, I assume, to our room where a king-size bed awaits. I spot a duffel bag with our clothes. As he unzips my dress, it falls to the ground. His eyes caress my body, pinning me with a feral look, the way his eyes dissolve into the slopes of my breasts. My breathing picks up. How can he look at me as if it is the first time? He sees me with so much love, longing, and lust.
It’s because we we’re destined to meet no matter the distance.
When I look into his brown whisky eyes, I see a reflection of my soul, our hearts beating in harmony. My hands shake as I unbutton his dress shirt. His eyes never leave mine, holding him by the shoulder as my green eyes bore into his soul. No words are needed: our eyes, our mouths, our bodies do the talking. As he lifts me, placing me gently on the bed, our bodies connect, we’re so in tune with one another. His kisses are gentle, sweet, and perfect.
We’ve overcome so many obstacles in our life. Our love for one another is so vital that if the world crashed, we would be the only ones left standing. Our love story is raw, unique. In the end, it’sours.
epilogue
DOMINC
Five years later
I grind my erection on Mila, spooning her in bed. She’s such a heavy sleeper that I could have my way with her, and she would be limp as a noodle. The last five years have been a hell of a ride. Life with Mila only gets better every day. I fall in love with her all over again.
Sliding the covers down, I get a peek at her breasts poking out of her tank top. Sucking on each one, I try to wake her up, and fuck, she’s still asleep. Goddamn, this woman. I sucked a little harder, biting them.
She stirs in her sleep. A soft moan escapes from her plump lips. She’s so beautiful, trailing soft kisses on her lips and nope. My wife is wholly given over to sleep. I don’t blame her; the kids wear her out. My erection is only getting harder, begging for her attention. So, I do what I’m positive will wake her the fuck up.
Rolling her red-laced underwear off, I place myself in between her legs. My tongue lashes inside her, working her open, driving her wild. I chuckle in between her legs. She moans as she rocks back and forth. I groan and growl as I lavish my wife.
“Don’t stop, that feels good,” she purrs with pleasure.