Page 188 of She will Always be Mine

My breath locks tight inside my chest as time stands still when it’s time for Nyra to come. I stand tall and stare at the aisle laid with flowers. My heart stops beating when she rounds the corner and our eyes clash.

Dressed in a beautiful deep red lehenga, the long skirt flowing behind her and her hair curled around her shoulders in waves, she’s a vision to behold. My hungry gaze can’t get enough of her the closer she comes.

Everything ceases to exist until it’s only us standing on the makeshift altar.

The most beautiful bride to ever exist.

The only woman to ever bring me down to my knees.

All mine.

I swallow past the tightness in my throat as she stops before me. Nodding at my uncle, I grasp her soft hand in mine and cup her face with the other. She stares at me shyly and lovingly.

"You look breathtaking, baby,” I whisper against her lips. My voice thick with emotion.

She smiles and my heart melts as satisfaction and pride runs in my veins.

A throat clears behind us while Zain teases, “Thought someone was eager to get married.”

I glare behind Nyra at my brother while wanting to throttle him. Guests chuckle while Nyra shakes her head as she places her hand in mine. Monica helps Nyra with her skirt as we sit down and the pandit begins the final rituals. Nyra and I say our vows before waving the holy fire around in a circle. Everyone claps and throws rose petals at us while her parents cry as they hug us at the end. Her sister, Priyanka, smiles and teases that Nyra is a married woman now.

Tugging Nyra close, I circle my arms around her and lean down to kiss her deeply. Pulling back, I growl against her swollen lips, “You’re mine forever now, wife.”

“So are you, husband.” She grins.

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I only last one hour before I steal my wife away from everyone. One day without her, and now I need her all to myself.

“There are still guests, Riaan,” says Nyra mischievously.

“I told them to leave.”

“Oh my God!” Her eyes widen in shock and I shrug.

“I want to fuck my wife,” I huskily growl. “And they don’t need to hear you scream my name.”

Her parents have already left so I don’t stop myself from carrying her in my arms bridal style to our bedroom. I’ve already asked Zain and Monica to empty the apartment and shut the door behind them.

Our room looks like a bridal suite with the candles lit on the bedside while rose petals cover the bedspread. Nyra’s eyes darken with lust while a blush covers her rosy cheeks.

Carefully placing her on her feet, I tug her head back with her hair in my fist and smash my mouth against hers. I tilt her face back before pushing my tongue past her lips in a hard kiss. She moans and I swallow the sound greedily while pressing her body into mine.

Her eyelids fall open as I tear my mouth away. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you, baby.”

“Can’t get enough of your wife, husband?” she sasses and I smirk.

“Never.”

“Fuck me, husband.”

My cock twitches and keeping my gaze pinned on her, I get on my knees and pull her feet out of her heels. Kissing her stomach, I unknot the tie holding her long skirt together and watch it puddle at her feet. Her lace-covered pussy fills my vision and I can smell her arousal.

I inhale her like a beast before biting her clit through the soft material. Her fingers grab my shoulders as she moans and presses into me closer.

“So wet,” I tease, sucking her slit into my mouth. “You have a greedy pussy, wife.”

Clutching her waist, I face her away from me before standing up behind her and sliding her hair over one shoulder. Baring her neck, I kiss her wildly beating pulse before untying the lace of her blouse. I slide it down her arms until her naked tits spill free and cupping them, I flick each of her tight nipples and pinch them until she cries out.

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