Page 191 of Hunter's Revenge

Gwen

One month later…

Malik's biggest idea of starting over was getting married again.

We did two days ago on the Carolina Beach Oceanfront in Wilmington, where he gave me the wedding of my dreams.

This time, everyone I know and loved was there. Grams, Dru, who was my maid of honor and all my friends and friends of my grandmother.

All of Malik’s family were there, too.

It was a beautiful ceremony, but most of all, it was magical.

As we took our vows and promised to love each other forever, I thought about how far I’d come and where I began.

My story began with my parents, who just wanted to be together and have a family. They had me and the most important thing they both wanted for me was happiness. I’d like to think they both looked down on me and saw that I found it in my husband. I found love, and it’s everything I ever wanted.

Malik and I started with a chance meeting in a bar that was almostnormal.

I was drowning my sorrows, and he was the deadly, handsome, mysterious stranger who walkedin.

He had that dangerous air about him I was always warned to stay away from, but his charm captivated me.

All it took was one touch and I couldn'tresist. That spark led me here.

Now we’re on our honeymoon in Barbados. We arrived yesterday morning.

We have a beach house all to ourselves with a slice of the scenic beach greeting us at our front door. The beauty of the island is one that lures you to explore, but we’ve spent the time indoors exploring each other.

Just like we are now.

It’s just gone lunchtime, and I finally made him my famous apple pie.

He started eating a slice, then halfway through he got other ideas and set me on top of the table.

Now he’s kissing his way up my leg.Slowly. Oh so slowly, as if he wants to savor the taste of my skin.

“I thought you were supposed to be eating my pie, sailor.” I giggle when he reaches my thighs and parts my legs.

He lifts his head and looks at me. “I am, I’m just greedy. I want everything, including tasting you.”

I’m about to come back with something witty, but my voice cuts when he buries his face between my thighs and thrusts his tongue right into my pussy.

Pleasure tears through my veins, pumping fire inside me that scorches everything from my mind. Everything but my husband and the way he’s consuming me as if I’m a goddess.

I moan into the incredible sensations produced by his tongue, exploring my inner passage. It races over me, leaving me weak. I’m a rag-doll in his arms by the time he stands and pushes his cock into me.

“You’re all mine Mrs. Volkova. All mine.” He kisses me hard.

“I am. You’re mine too.”

“I am and I plan to devour you for the rest of forever.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Our lips meet again and as our hearts beat as one, I know I’ll never be lost again because we have each other.

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