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She shuddered at his possessive look and couldn’t wait for the wedding reception to be over so the real fun could begin.

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Mikhail rose to his feet and raised his glass to the crowd. Cheers met his announcement as he set his glass back down on the table. Their wedding planner suggested booking a property which was a thirty-minute drive from the city for their wedding reception.

Mikhail had rented out the manor and grounds for the evening. The mansion could house all their guests, in case they decided to stay the night. They held the party outdoors, in the property’s spacious garden. It was a good call. The guests could use some fresh air after being in the stuffy church. There was plenty of food and free flow of alcohol all night long.

“It’s time for me and my new bride to retire,” Mikhail said, before drinking his wine.

He offered his hand to Harper, and she took it. She looked more than eager to leave the festivities. He could tell from her trembling fingers and the rosy glow in her cheeks. She wasn’t drunk.

Mikhail noticed she barely touched her wine. When he asked her if something was wrong, she only shook her head and said she wanted to be sober for tonight. Mikhail guided his bride away from their table. They brushed past more guests, who gave them well wishes.

It felt like an eternity, but finally, they were back inside the house. Most of the guests were outside celebrating, but a few lingered in the house. One warning glare from Mikhail prevented a couple from approaching him. Feeling a little impatient, he turned to Harper and put his hands on her waist. Without warning her, he hefted her in his arms.

Harper let out a squeal of surprise but clung to his neck as he entered the private elevator that would take them to the third floor, where their suite was located.

“Put me down,” she whispered to him.“Aren’t I heavy? This is a little embarrassing.”

“Not at all, and endure it for a little while longer,” Mikhail asked.

The elevator dinged and Mikhail headed out. The third floor was reserved for only the two of them. Access was only allowed to his most trusted men, so Mikhail knew they wouldn’t be disturbed for the entire evening.

Mikhail had also decided to hold off any work-related matters. They could be tended to another day. Tonight was their wedding night and he intended to make it a memorable one for his new bride.

One of his guards moved to open the door to their suite. Mikhail entered the room and automatically carried Harper to the bed. He set her down. Chilled wine, some desserts, and a charcuterie board waited for them on a small table nearby. Mikhail took off his jacket, then poured them two glasses of wine. This time, Harper accepted the drink, although she seemed to have a bit of trouble, standing from the bed in her intricate wedding dress.

“We need to take that dress off you,” Mikhail said, smiling as he took a sip. Harper finished her drink then set it back down. Then she walked up to him.

“Thank God, yes,” she answered. She turned around, exposing her graceful back.“A little help here, please?”

Mikhail was only happy to comply. He unzipped her and the dress pooled at her feet. Mikhail helped her step out of the layered fabric. She gripped his fingers tightly and let out a relieved sigh. The sound went straight to his thickening cock.

Mikhail had anticipated this moment for what felt like a long time. He insisted on waiting until their wedding night, but he couldn’t wait any longer. Mikhail had to have Harper right here and now. By the end of this evening, she’d be sore and fully claimed by him.

“It’s a beautiful dress but I’m glad I only have to wear it once,” Harper admitted. She seemed to finally be aware that she was standing there only in her matching white lace panties and bra, because a flush crept to her cheeks and neck.

“Whoever chose your underwear is a genius,” he murmured. Releasing her hand, he traced the sheer fabric barely covering her supple breasts. Harper shivered as he trailed them lower, down her ribs and belly, to the little bow holding her G-string together.

“You chose this pair,” she reminded him.“You said it would look perfect on me, although honestly, it wasn’t easy putting the G-string on.”

“It looks perfect on you,” he said, undoing the bow.

Her underwear fluttered at her feet. Harper’s breathing hitched. Mikhail reached over and undid her bra so she stood before him, gloriously and beautifully naked. If possible, she turned red as a cherry tomato.

“You’re still dressed,” she whispered, reaching out to undo his necktie.

He stood still, enjoying the sight of Harper, nude and vulnerable, and the play of her deft fingers as she unbuttoned his shirt. Mikhail took it off. Harper knelt in front of him, a dazzling vision.

She undid his belt, the button of his trousers, and unzipped him. Harper licked her lips as she pulled out his hardening dick. Then she looked up at him for further instructions. Oh, Mikhail liked that a lot. He didn’t even need to tell her what to do.

Harper had simply shown initiative—which told him that she wanted him as he did her. Mikhail plucked the pins holding her hair in place, until it fell in loose waves down her back like a waterfall. He tucked the hairpins in his pocket, then speared his fingers through her hair, tugging her face close to the crown of his dick.

“Show me how much you want this in you,” he told his new wife and she eagerly went to work. All that waiting, tension and anticipation, had been worth it.

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Harper licked him from root to tip and the groan that slipped out of Mikhail’s mouth sounded like music to her ears. When Mikhail first suggested they wait until their wedding night, Harper had been puzzled by his request. Now she finally understood the buildup was worth it.

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