“I thought you might need some time to clear your head, to make a decision.”
“There was never really a decision to make,” I tell him.
“There wasn’t?”
“I may not ever be…normal, but I’m getting better at making my own decisions, knowing what I want,” I say.
“I know you are.”
“After this week, I can even picture myself in a wedding dress again, marrying the man of my dreams.”
“That’s…great,” Verek says, his eyes dropping from mine and his broad shoulders drooping in disappointment. “I’m sure Paul will be thrilled. I thought Roman said…never mind, he must have got it wrong.”
“Well, it is good news for me. Not so much for Paul,” I remark. “Because he’s no longer the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
“He’s not?” Verek says with his brows lifting in surprise.
“No, silly. You are! That is, if you can keep being so patient with me and not give up…”
“Sweetheart, I’ll wait however long it takes to touch you,” Verek assures me. “I’ve never wanted anything more than to hold you in my arms without constantly worrying that I’m doing something wrong, or that it’s not what you want but you’re just too nice to tell me to stop.”
“I promise I’ll always tell you. And hopefully you can touch me and not worry about that. One day.”
“One day,” Verek agrees.
“I know you think you don’t know what it means to love someone, but I can feel the love you have for me in every word, every kiss, every touch, every sweet, protective thing you do. You don’t have to say it because when you just look at me, I already know without a doubt that you love me. I love you too, so much, and a little more each day since the first time we met. That’s why I never cared about what you did that night after I left you. I was already falling for you and would forgive you for anything. You didn’t know what was going to happen, or that we would even see each other again. So don’t waste time blaming yourself for things that were completely out of your control.”
“That’s all…I just, I still don’t know why you see me as a knight in shining armor, when I’m the furthest thing from it.”
“You’re right, you are,” I agree. “You’re not the knight, you’re something even better – you’re a Savage King, a man who would do anything, even kill for me. I love everything about you, Verek, even the savage.”
“I-I don’t know what to say, sweetheart,” he stammers.
“That’s easy,” I tell him. “It’s a simple yes or no question. Just like the first one I ever asked you. You can say no and walk away now, or you can say yes, and we could do everything in our power to make this work. So, do you want to be with me?”
“God, yes,” Verek says without hesitation.
“Then the rest can wait. That’s all I need to know for now. We’ll figure out the rest.”
“We will,” he agrees with a smile as he takes a step closer to me. “Can I kiss you now?”
“God, yes,” I reply, echoing his words. I need him so much that I grab the sides of his face to pull his mouth down to mine, intending to spend the rest of the night showing him just how much I love him.
Epilogue
Verek
* * *
One year later…
* * *
“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss your bride,” the preacher finally says.
I don’t have to be told twice. Cupping the side of my beautiful wife’s face with one hand, I wind my other arm around her lower back. And as my mouth crashes down on hers, I dip her backward, knowing without asking that she trusts me not to drop her.
I hear our friends and family all cheering in the background, but it doesn’t slow me down. Not when Tessa’s arms wind tightly around my neck to hold me close as our tongues collide for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Rhodes.
Eventually, the preacher even clears his throat, but I’m too far gone to stop now. Once I straighten Tessa up again, I sweep her up into my arms and carry her out of the sanctuary, stopping in the first empty room I come to. A quick glance tells me it’s the women’s dressing room, where Tessa and a very pregnant Charlotte got dressed before the ceremony.
“Here?” Tessa asks with a giggle when I lower her to her feet next to the now closed door that I reach over to lock.
“Here,” I say as I undo my black suit pants.
“What about our guests? What will the preacher think?” she whispers.
“That we’re consummating the hell out of this union right here in the presence of God and everyone else,” I tell her.
“Oh okay,” Tessa says with a bark of laughter, and then my beautiful wife hikes up her white satin gown to her waist, revealing a pretty blue garter around her thigh and the smallest white lace thong in the world.
“Holy fuck, these are gonna make me come before I’m even inside of you,” I tell her as I reach down and rub my fingers back and forth over the lace crotch before slipping them down inside the front.
“Oh god!” Tessa moans, her head falling back against the door as her body sags. “Please, Verek. Don’t tease me. Just get to the consummating already!”
“I won’t tease you more than you can handle,” I promise before I kneel down in front of her. Leaning forward, I use my teeth to peel the panties down her legs while my hand gives my cock a few rough tugs, making sure I’m as big as possible for my first time with my wife. Just a few rough swipes of my tongue over her wet pussy and I’m hard as a goddamn rock.
“Verek, please…I need you,” Tessa begs me, so I finally relent. Getting to my feet, I kiss her lips as she frantically climbs me, wrapping her legs around my waist, locking her ankles behind my back. In this position, with her back pinned to the wall and her thighs wide open, it doesn’t take much wiggling for my cock to slide right on inside of its tight, warm home. It even sheds a few happy tears as it gets nice and cozy where it belongs. I give Tessa a moment to adjust to me stretching her before I snap and start banging her brains out.
“Ah! Oh god! Please! Yes!” my wife shouts with each and every pump of my hips that are literally driving her up the wall of the church.
And I don’t give a shit who hears her or what they’ll think. The two of us have come so far. It took a long time to get to this point, where I don’t have to ask if she’s okay before I lay a finger on her. I know she’s enjoying herself as much, if not more than I am, because time heals all wounds eventually. The two of us were meant to be together from the first night we met, and that much is never any clearer than when we’re joined like this, in the most intimate way possible.
As if knowing what I’m thinking, Tessa’s heavy eyes open and meet mine, deepening our connection even more, staring into my soul.
“I love you so fucking much,” I tell her.
“I love you too,” she says, her emerald eyes telling me all I need to know before they close again and her lips part on a gasp that I’m all too familiar with. “I’m…I’m coming!” she says as if I can’t feel the way her pussy is locking down on my cock like it never wants to let it leave her body.