Page 44 of Bring Me Back
“Do you two have any vows to exchange?” The officiant asks, stepping back to allow us our space.
“Willow, I could spend forever telling you all the incredible things I love about you. I could tell you all the ways I’m so grateful to be by your side and to walk through this life as your partner. But you already know. Because you and I share one soul, and we have since wefirst met. From this day until the last, I walk beside you. In times of hardship and in times of joy, I am yours, and you will always be mine.” Beckett smiles, and it takes everything in me not to dissolve into a puddle of tears right here at his feet.
“Damn, that was good shit.” Iris says, wheezing when Magnolia elbows him. I take a deep breath, for once not feeling any anxiety in the face of such a huge life event.
“Beckett, when you came into my life, I’ll admit that I was absolutely terrified. My heart knew what my head didn’t want to admit. I promise to stand beside you when life is rewarding, and to stand even closer when life gets hard. To always be in your corner the way you have always been in mine. To never forget how pure and unrelenting our love is. In all of my planning for today, I could only find one quote to sum up how much you mean to me.” I wipe the tears clouding my vision and continue.
“I only worry not that our love won’t endure, but I worry that if we live to be 100 and I get 70 years with you, how am I to fit all my love for you into just 70 years?” I take a deep breath to keep from sobbing.
“That’s how I know there will be life after this, and wherever that will be, we will find each other there like we’ve found each other here. I will love you forever, for all eternity, and that still won’t be long enough.” I barely finish speaking before Beckett pulls me against his chest,kissing me deeply. His fingers tangle in my hair, directing my head whenever he wants to take me, and I sink into his kiss.
“Well, I suppose you can kiss the bride now.” The officiant says, our friends and family laughing in the background. But I barely hear anything outside of our mingled breaths.
“God, I love you, Mrs. Hayes.” Beck says, and I squeal.
“I love you more than anything.”
By the time the sun sets, we’ve danced and drank and enjoyed such a beautiful celebration with the most important people in our lives.
“You look incredible, my wife. The most beautiful vision I’ve ever seen. But as much as I love this dress, I want to see what it looks like on our bedroom floor.” Beckett smirks, kissing the column of my neck. Goosebumps race across my skin as my core clenches.
“Yes, please. Everybody can go now,” I tell him, and he laughs.
“I really don’t give a shit if they stay or go, but you’re coming with me.” He wraps a strong arm around my waist, lifting me up off the ground and walking towards the house. He’s worked so hard to rebuild his strength again over the past few months, and I’m grateful for it.
“Put me down. I don’t want you tiring yourself out before we get to the good part,” I smirk, pulling away from him as soon as my feet hit the ground. He smacks my ass hard, and I yelp. I’ve missed this raw, uninhibited side of him. I walk up the stairs backwards, daring him to chase me. He follows with a predatory look in his eyes.
“I want you stripped bare, laid out in our bed just waiting for me to devour you in the next 30 seconds or else I will edge you until you’re ready to take back every beautiful word you pledged to me today.” His voice is dark, the way I love it most. The borderline unhinged version of him is my favorite one by far.
“Guess I better hurry then,” I say, creeping even slower up the stairs. His eyes darken, and a sly smile spreads across my face.
A growl rumbles in his chest seconds before I turn and run up the stairs, racing to our bedroom. He’s hot on my heels, chasing me down like the most delicious prey. I slam the bedroom door, locking it as my heart pounds in the best way. I didn’t think I’d ever feel so excited by the thought of him chasing me down and taking anything and everything he wants from me. But I am. I’m practically panting with excited energy.
He pounds on the door as I slip my dress off my body, draping it over the chair in the corner of the room. The style didn’t really allow for under garments so it’s even easier to obey his command.
“Unlock it, Willow. I won’t hesitate to break this shit down to get to you.” He says, his voice muffled through the barrier between us.
I smile to myself, knowing he will absolutely break the door down. Part of me wishes he would, even though destruction of our own property shouldn’t be such a turn on.
“You have three seconds, pretty girl.” He says, and I take a hesitant step towards the door.
Will he really break it down?
“One…” I barely have time to decide my next move before the sound of splintering wood fills the room. The door flies open, knocking against the wall behind it, sending pieces flying across the room. He stalks across the space, not stopping until his hand is wrapped around my throat, gripping tightly as he leans my head back. He captures my lips, nipping and sucking, his kiss needy and desperate.
My grip on his collar is commanding, but he doesn’t give in to me easily. He presses back into the kiss with a slow, deliberate force, stealing my breath until I have to break away.
“You think you’re in control,” I whisper, my voice rough and thick with desire.
His smirk curves like a knife’s edge, sinister but so sexy. “I don’t think. I know.”
Before I can retort, his hand catches my chin, tilting my face just enough to make me feel caged, exposed.He doesn’t kiss me again, just holds me here, suspended on the edge of wanting him so badly I can barely stand it. The heat between us draws tighter with every second he refuses to give me what I know we both want.
“Then prove it.” I laughed, low and husky, dragging my nails lightly down his shirt.
His answer comes without words. He closes the gap in one quick motion, his mouth hard against mine. His kiss that burns, unyielding, consuming, sharp edges and branding desire. When he finally pulls back, we’re both breathless, trembling from the weight of what little restraint we still have.
“You want me?” He asks, already knowing how badly I do. I’m practically dry humping his leg at this point. I nod furiously, my mind clouded with need.
