Page 39 of Knights of Past

“It represents your soul, a piece you gave me today and this time, one done so freely.” At this I couldn’t help but grin, before rolling back into his arms so I could face him.

“And what of your soul, Mr Septimus, is that also mine?” I asked in a teasing tone, making him raise his head and meet my lips.

“But of course, Mrs Septimus…always.”At this I sighed into his gentle kiss before he rolled me over so that gentle kiss could turn into something more.

I knew this when he said,

“Now, it’s time for another first… now it is time, I make love to my wife.”

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One shower,two orgasms, and three hours later, I once again found myself standing in front of a mirror, only this time, I was wearing a very different dress. This time it was a long, black, halter-neck dress with a bodice covered in shimmering black sequins, and had a flowing skirt of sparkling tulle edged with black satin ribbon. It cascaded around my legs in waves, making it flare out around me as I moved. It was stunningly elegant and also had me squirming under the keen gaze of who was now my husband.

I don’t know why, but I knew the thought would take a lot of getting used to. Like someone who would scrape by financially and saved all their lives only to suddenly find themselves winning the lottery. Yet they still went to the supermarket with a purse full of coupons.

Because I had always wanted Lucius. Ever since my teenage body had become aware of him, twisting into an obsession I had never been able to fully let go of, even after I had told myself that I had, even after he had rejected me, … my heart knew differently.

Which meant always dreaming of him one day being my husband. That had always been the ultimate fantasy. Which was also why it was so difficult to think of this being anything other than a dream, one I never wanted to wake up from. In fact, I kept looking down at my hand and every time I saw the ring, it felt more like a brand against my skin. One I never wanted to wash off.

Of course, this wasn’t the only reason I was squirming, and Lucius knew this as he walked up behind me, patted my ass in a playfully patronizing way, and said,

“How are we doing down there?”

I raised a single brow in question, hoping this was enough of an answer. His chuckle told me that my ‘I am not impressed with you Mr’ expression had not been missed and had delivered its desired effect.

“Are you ready, my dear?” he said, kissing my neck after placing his hands at my shoulders and then pulling me closer to whisper in my ear,

“My wife.”

I couldn’t help my shivered response, making him grin against my skin knowing exactly what the sound of him calling me his wife did to me. A fact he learned when making love to me and calling me this over and over again in between his passionate kisses. Every time he had called me this while thrusting his cock deeper into my core, had felt like branding, and one I had responded to by calling him mine over and over again in return. Which was why when he felt my body quake in front of him, he knew exactly what he was doing to me by reminding me of this. A reminder he continued to give me every time he whispered my new title in my ear, just like he had done in bed, in the shower, and then once out of it when holding me close in nothing but a towel.

Which was why this next conversation we were about to have made this so much harder.

“So, erm… this party…” I started to say, however, he simply slipped my loose hair from my neck as I had decided to wear it down and straight.

“Umm… yes, Love?” he murmured into the other side of my neck, and I swear it was as though he couldn’t get enough of me. Despite this, I pressed on,

“Who exactly is going to be there?” I asked, and when he lifted his head to look at me in the mirror, his face said it all, as he knew exactly why I was asking this.

“Is this you asking me, in a roundabout way, to keep our recent nuptials a secret?” His tone said it all and I winced at this, knowing how bad it sounded.

“I wouldn’t have had our wedding any other way, I want you to know that,” I told him quickly, now turning around to face him so we were no longer having this conversation in the mirror.

“But?” he asked now folding his arms, making his black shirt tighten around his impressive biceps.

“Honestly, I just know how this is going to go…” I paused before taking the manly stance of my father, wagging a pointed finger at Lucius,

“Oh, Amelia Faith Draven. How could you do this, don’t you think that I wanted to walk my only daughter down the aisle… and then my mother will be all like… my only daughter getting married and now I have no need to buy a big hat… and don’t even get me started on Pip, who willfreak… the… fuck… out!I mean, there are crazy people in my family that will have hoped for us to have the biggest wedding of the year… and then there are the gifts and people didn’t even know we were engaged and…” At this, he finally pulled me into his arms, chuckling as he did,

“Sweetheart, do you want a big wedding?” he asked, making me tense in his hold before sighing,

“Honestly, it’s not really for me but more for my family,” I told him, making him tip my face up by hooking his finger under my chin. Then he asked me in a more serious tone,

“Do you want a big wedding, Amelia?”

“Erm… maybe… okay yes, I kinda do… oh Gods, that makes me sound so spoilt, doesn’t it!” I shouted, making him laugh before cupping my head and pulling me into him, before telling me,

“Well, it just so happens that wanting to spoil you has become my new favourite hobby… well,maybe not my favourite,”he teased, now patting my ass and making me growl playfully. He then took a small step back so he could look at me once more before telling me,

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