Page 26 of Revenge (Corrupt Empire 3)

When I pulled away, I stared up into those grey eyes I loved so much and tears filled mine all over again.

“Princess, don’t cry,” he said, stroking my cheek.

“I’m just so happy.”

I didn’t want to leave his arms, but we had to sign the register. It took a fair few minutes and when we were done, we finally got to walk back down the aisle together. Those moments we’d just shared were the single most beautiful and amazing ones of my life.

In Aiden’s pocket were our official copies of our wedding certificate. Legally bound as husband and wife. I felt so secure and loved, holding his hand.

As soon as we were out of the room, he pressed me up against the wall and devoured my mouth, his hands running down my sides.

“Fuck, I love you, princess. I love you so much,” he whispered against my mouth.

My body felt tight almost immediately. A throbbing started in my core. I wanted him. My husband.

“I want to rip that off you and fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk properly,” he told me, pressing kisses to my jaw. “You’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

I almost lost all sense of rationality, but I couldn’t get carried away in the moment. I pressed my hands on his shoulders, pushing him back slightly. His grey eyes were wild with lust and desire.

“Aiden… now isn’t the time.”

He shook himself visibly.

“Fuck, I know, but can you fucking blame me when you look like a fucking goddess?”

I felt my face heat up. Hell, he’d never described me that way before. And I really wanted to throw caution to the wind, find an empty cupboard and let him fuck me up against the door. Except I wouldn’t do that because our guests were starting to file out of the room along with the photographer we’d hired and paid handsomely to keep quiet.

Aiden stepped away from me, taking my hand. Gert winked at me and James gave me a knowing look. I wanted the ground to swallow me up. I was rarely overly affectionate towards Aiden in front of them, preferring to keep our insatiable lust for each other under wraps.

It wasn’t time to feel embarrassed. This was our wedding day. If there was one time I was allowed to show how much I loved Aiden to the world, then this was it.

We all filed out of the registry office and piled into John and James’ cars. When we got to the hotel, they greeted us with smiles and took us into a private dining room Aiden had reserved for the reception. There were various canapés and champagne. The photographer insisted on whisking us away for a while for couples’ photos before involving the rest of the guests.

I finally got a chance to take a breath and sit down when the wedding breakfast was served. I couldn’t stop smiling as we ate and talked. This wasn’t like any other wedding I’d been to. So small and intimate. Even so, the rest of our guests insisted we have a first dance together.

As I stood up with Aiden, swaying from side to side, I felt content. I was Aiden’s and he was mine.

“You really do look perfect,” he told me, his voice low.

“So do you.”

“I want to take you upstairs.”

I smiled. He’d wanted that since we’d said our vows to each other. I saw it in his expression and the way his hands roamed over me when he thought no one else was looking.

“And neglect our guests?”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Are you trying to make excuses?”

I raised an eyebrow. Did he really think I didn’t want him to strip me down and fuck me without mercy? I’d missed him so much last night.

“I want you too.”

Once those words were out of my mouth, there was no stopping him. The song ended and we stuck around for a little while longer before he whisked me away up to our room. I barely got in the door when he was on me. He pressed me back against the wall next to the door and kissed me. His hands roamed over my body, tugging up the skirt of my dress.

His fingers were in my underwear before I could take a breath, stroking and coaxing me. The urgency of his movements set my body ablaze.

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