Chapter 31 Arabelle #2
I groan, moving my hips faster to match his movements as delicious tingles cover my entire body. When it seems like I can’t take any more of his ministrations, he pinches my clit, finally giving me what my body craves, and sends me crashing over the edge in pure bliss.
“Florian!” I shout, slamming my eyes shut as my orgasm barrels through me like a freight train.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come,” he says.
I continue to ride out my high, my hips grinding against his fingers as he moves them in and out of me at a lazy pace.
“Beast, I hate to interrupt, but we’re here,” Hugo says through the car’s intercom, interrupting us.
The car comes to a stop, and it brings an abrupt end to my bliss.
I open my eyes as Florian removes his fingers from inside me. Then he licks them, removing all of my essence while intensely gazing at me, his eyes full of desire that no doubt mirrors mine.
I can never get enough of this man.
“Do you feel any better?” he asks, adjusting himself.
I’m still in a daze, so all I can do is smile, giving him a small nod as I do my best to fix my dress. He pecks me on the lips, then lowers the privacy screen.
“Okay, Hugo.” He grabs my shoes from the floor of the car and places them back on my feet. “We’ll resume this later.”
“I’ll make sure I hold you to that. Where are we at?” I ask as I look out of the window.
From where we are parked on the street, I can’t see anything other than buildings and people walking down the sidewalks.
“I wanted to do something special for you,” he says.
My eyes soften at the sincerity in his voice and in his eyes. “Sweetheart, you’re always doing something special for me.”
Florian showers me with the most wonderful gifts all the time. It’s almost like he can’t stand to see me go without, even if I never ask for what he’s given me.
“You know you don’t have to keep getting me stuff, right?”
“I do it because I love you, Beauty. You’re a blessing to me, and it makes me happy to see you happy.”
My door opens before I can respond, and Hugo sticks his hand out to me. I grasp it, knowing there’s no use in arguing with Florian. He’s going to do what he wants.
Hugo carefully helps me out of the car, making sure I have my feet planted firmly. I’m not so nimble anymore, so it takes me a little longer to exit vehicles now.
“Thank you, Hugo.”
He winks and closes the door behind me. When Florian meets me on the sidewalk, he grabs my hand.
I look at him in confusion because we’re standing in front of a stone structure with a huge tower and a simple cross on top that looks like a centuries-old church.
The exterior has a warm, golden hue under the Mediterranean sun that looks inviting, but I’m so confused as to why we’re here.
“Where are we?” I ask.
He doesn’t respond, just smiles and pulls me toward the entrance.
“Is this a church?”
He pushes the heavy wooden doors open.
“This looks like a church, Florian. Why are we at a chur—wow, this is amazing!”
Absolutely awe-struck, I scan the magnificent structure that looks like it had to have been constructed before medieval times.
The walls and ceilings are adorned with beautiful biblical scenes that add a sense of reverence to the space.
The chapel is filled with an eerie glow from the many lit candles lining the walls on huge candelabras.
The candles look like they are straight out of a Gothic film, and the heavy scent of incense envelops the small room.
Also adorning the sanctuary are statues of saints and biblical figures, each one exuding a sense of history and spirituality.
I can’t believe my eyes as I take in the luxury of the place, feeling a sense of wonder washing over me.
“I’m giving you a wedding,” he says, his eyes sparkling with sincerity.
“But we’re already married, Florian.”
“We are, but I wanted to give you a wedding to remember, not the one you were forced into. We love each other now, Arabelle, and this time, when we say I do, it will be because of that love, not because of some fucking contract. This between us is real, Beauty. So, I want you to have a real wedding.”
My eyes soften and fill with tears. Despite being known as a ruthless man, my husband’s heart is as generous as anyone I’ve ever met.
I gently hold his face in my hands before leaning in to kiss him.
As he deepens the kiss, I feel his strong arms pulling me closer to him.
However, before we get carried away, Hugo clearing his throat brings us back to reality.
We’re getting a little too comfortable in the house of the Lord.
“The priest is here,” Hugo says from behind us, motioning with a jerk of his head.
I step away from Florian and focus on the altar of the church. In front of the sanctuary stands a man wearing a long black robe with a gold-embroidered cape draped over it and a stole around his neck.
Florian places his hand on the small of my back as we walk toward the priest. When we reach him, he greets us with a warm smile.
“Mr. and Mrs. Larsson, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m Father Adamos.”
“Nice to meet you, Father,” I say.
Florian nods.
“If you’re ready,” Father Adamos says, “we can get started.”
“We’re ready,” I say, looking at Florian, who graces me with a wink and smile.
The priest nods. “Then let us begin. Please face each other,” he says, holding a Bible in his hands. “Mr. Larsson, please take Mrs. Larsson’s hands in yours.”
We do as he asks.
I’m not really a religious person, and neither is Florian, but I appreciate the fact that he went through all this trouble to give me the wedding he believes I deserve. This is one of the sweetest things he has ever done for me. It will be something I will remember for the rest of my life.
The priest carefully flips open his worn Bible, its pages yellowed by age.
“‘Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ. Blessed are they who fear the Lord and walk in His ways. You shall eat the fruit of the labor of your hands. You shall be blessed, and it shall be well with you,’” he says, closing his Bible. “Would you like to say your vows now?”
The smile that crosses Florian’s face is heart-stopping. The way he smiles at me reflects his deep love and admiration for what we share with one another. We have been through so much together, and seeing these expressed on his face makes me fall more in love with him.
More tears fill my eyes.
“My Beauty, it’s so hard to put into words what you mean to me. We didn’t have the most typical relationship in the beginning.”
Hugo’s snort is so loud I burst into giggles as the priest to look at us in confusion. We definitely didn’t start out like most people.
Florian glares at him, and Hugo throws up his hands. Then my husband faces me again, and it’s hard to stop my giggles that have shifted to full-blown laughter.
“I’m sorry. Go ahead, baby,” I say once I get myself under control.
“Where was I before I was so rudely interrupted?” I giggle again, and he smiles.
“Yes, we had an unconventional start, but it led us down this path. It led us here today, and it has brought us together with an unbreakable bond. I will cherish you and our daughter until my last breath. I love you, Beauty.”
“Mrs. Larsson, could you please say your vows.”
Florian’s gentle touch wipes away the tears that are cascading down my cheeks.
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting this.” I release a deep breath, trying to calm all my emotions.
“But I’ve come to expect the unexpected when it comes to you, Florian Larsson.
When we first met, I never believed we’d get here, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. My prince, my Beast, I love you.”
“Beautiful,” the priest says with a huge smile on his face. “May this union be blessed with love, faith, and joy by the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. What God has joined, let no man separate. You may kiss your lovely bride.”
Florian steps closer to me, invading my space, and just like the first time we met, I’m trapped in his steely gaze. He pulls me as close as he can with my pregnant stomach and gazes down into my eyes with so much love, it almost knocks me off my feet.
“I love you, Mr. Larsson,” I say with a smile on my face, giddiness moving through my body. “I guess since we did this the right way this time, now you’re stuck with me.”
He lets out one of his rare deep laughs that makes my knees tremble. “I love you too, Mrs. Larsson. And there’s no other person I’d rather be stuck with.”
When our lips meet, it’s like an explosion, a kaleidoscope of feelings all at once.
Happiness. Joy. Desire. Love. It engulfs me, consuming every thought and feeling, leaving no room for anything else.
With this kiss, a torrent of love, hope, and dreams surge between us, flowing through our lips and into the very depths of our souls.
For as long as I can remember, dance has been my entire life—my one true love for so long.
A lot of long days and lonely nights were spent perfecting my art.
Perfecting the one thing that I loved and what I truly believed loved me in return.
However, I would give up all the fame and all the fortune, just to have my happily ever after with my Beast. My true love.