10. Nadia
Chapter 10
Nadia
Four months later
The ‘Bridal Chorus’ fills the church, blending seamlessly with the soft rustle of guests turning in their pews.
The bridal procession begins as Lucia, my sister, and Olivia and Amelia, Oscar’s sisters, take their first steps down the aisle.
My father’s arm links with mine and with a deep breath, I make the first step toward my soulmate.
“You picked well,” Dad says as we slow walk down the aisle.
I glance at Oscar. His back is to me. “I did.”
“You know your mom and Oscar’s mom have wanted this day since the two of you met when you were five years old?”
I laugh. “They’re like two mafia moms. Plotting for their children to be joined, so the families stay in power.”
Dad grins. “I just wanted you to be happy.”
With my free hand, I squeeze his arm. “I know and I am.”
We make our way towards Oscar, who is waiting at the altar. My heart races with excitement at knowing I’m approaching the next chapter of my life.
With Oscar Bridge … my soon-to-be husband.
Mom presses a tissue over her watery eyes as I stroll past her, but not before I notice her giving Oscar’s mom a thumbs-up, and I chuckle.
When I reach the altar, my heart flutters as Oscar turns and smiles at me. His blue irises have darkened, causing butterflies to flutter in my stomach.
I pass my bouquet to my sister Lucia, who is now standing next to Nate, Oscar’s teammate, and, according to Oscar, the least likely to fuck up as his best man.
Oscar’s exact words.
The priest begins, and we exchange vows, promising to love and cherish each other for all eternity.
I can do that, so much so that I feel a sense of peace wash over me.
The anxiety and self-doubt that usually plague me fades into the background, replaced by a deep certainty that this is where I belong.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest says as our guests cheer behind us.
“Give her a kiss,” one guest yells before the priest gets to say it.
With tears in my eyes, Oscar grabs me and presses his lips on mine, sealing our love with a passionate kiss.
When we pull away, Oscar whispers in my ear, “Now we can make those children.”
He always knew I wanted children and wanted them as a younger mother. What I never knew was Oscar really wanted it, too.
I came off the pill a couple of months ago. We’re not pregnant yet, but I’m hopeful.
“Not in front of the guests, Oscar. I don’t need that kind of publicity.”
The reception is a whirlwind of laughter, music, and clinking glasses. I steal glances at Oscar whenever I can, still not quite believing that he is officially my husband.
He takes my hands and I dance with my new husband under a canopy of fairy lights.
“Can they not get the hint and go home?” he asks, a touch of mischief in his tone.
“Patience.”
“My balls have turned from blue to black.”
“Trust you.” I laugh as his hands stroke over my back. His touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine as we move in perfect harmony on the dance floor.
When a slow song plays, Oscar pulls me against his hard body, his gaze intense as he searches my eyes. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice filled with so much emotion it takes away my breath.
“I love you too,” I reply, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.
The reception was a blur of laughter, dancing, and toasts. And now the night has wound down and the guests have left for home, or their room in the hotel.
Oscar is standing on the balcony in our suite, staring into the distance. I enclose my arms around his waist and kiss his neck. Stealing a moment alone with my husband as we look at the twinkling city lights.
As he turns, his arms reach out and encircle me, drawing me near. “I can’t believe you’re my wife now,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
I smile at him. “I can’t believe it either. But I’m so happy.”
“I’m about to make you a lot happier.” Oscar slides the hidden zip down my spine until his fingers play with my lacy panties. “Nice.”
“Don’t you dare ruin them,” I chastise, because my husband has an addiction to ripping off my panties, and then sending me packages of brand-new underwear. Underwear that he knows he’s going to destroy.
He lets my dress float down my body, over my hips, and it lands in a white puddle around my ankles on the floor.
He slides his fingers over my push-up bra, before he hooks one finger in the fastener at the back. He’s a pro at relieving me of my bras, too.
Luckily, he can’t rip those.
He palms my tits in both hands as they tumble free. But then his hands are quickly between my legs. I hear a rip as he snaps my panties.
“Not again,” I grumble. “Those were...”
“Love you, Wife,” he murmurs, and I smile. He knows how to charm me.
He grasps my ass and hikes me high, pressing me against the wall.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he encloses his lips around my nipple. A moan escapes my lips at the sensation of his tongue licking at my bud before his teeth press into my soft flesh. Releasing another moan.
A deep groan rumbles from Oscar’s mouth, rattling over my flesh.
“Don’t stop. It feels so good.” I grab his shoulders, my fingernails dig into his hard muscles. As they flex, I can see the delicious sting he feels registering on his face.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He laps at my nipple until it’s at a hard peak.
“Hold on,” he says. “I need to taste you.”
I don’t argue. I circle my arms around his neck, and he lifts me until his chest is against mine. He turns and strides to the bed, dropping me and spreading my thighs wide as a rumble of satisfaction leaves his throat.
My hands reach for his head, nails scrape at his hair, wanting his hot breath on my sex, and when he does, I almost explode like a bomb.
“Nice, baby?”
I moan as his thumb rubs over my clit before he slides it down my slit.
“You’re already so wet for me.”
My legs widen, my hips tilt upward, desperate to meet his tongue. He slides his tongue over my pussy.
Again and again, until I shatter into a million pieces.
“One more.” He doesn’t stop. He fucks my pussy with his finger, his mouth sucking my throbbing nub.
“Oh! Osc—” I cry out.
And I’m done. My body is boneless, but that doesn’t stop Oscar. He keeps lapping my sex like it’s his last meal.
I can’t take anymore. And just as I’m about to protest, he gives my clit one last kiss and crawls up my body until we are facing each other.
He locks his eyes on mine as he holds his body weight on one hand, while using the other to line up his hard cock at my entrance.
“I love you,” he says as I grab his hips and stare into his darkened eyes. Two shiny black rocks, gazing back at mine.
He lowers his body and thrusts his dick inside me.
I cry out as his mouth slams into mine. His tongue slides into my mouth. The passionate kiss, leaving us breathless and lost in the moment.
I want him more than I want anything else. It can only be him. All I ever wanted was Oscar... and now he is my husband. He is mine.
He grunts as his hips snap back and forth, rutting into me like he is trying to be forever inside me.
I want it too. I grab his back, my fingers digging into his skin as I desperately try to pull him closer.
“You own me,” he growls when my nails scratch into his flesh.
He owns me, too. He always has. Nobody came close to owning my heart like he did—I suppose he never gave it back when we were younger.
“I own you as much as I love you,” I moan out as he grips my ass, and my pussy flutters around his cock.
He thrusts into me. His hips snapping forward into mine. And I’m loving every moment.
Electricity shakes down my spine, landing at my core. I never thought I’d climax again, but as my pussy clenches around his length, I know I’m climbing to that perfect place again.
“Come for me now, wife,” he grunts. “I can feel you... Oh... Yes. Come for me.”
My stomach tightens and my pussy throbs. “Oh...” I press my lips against his neck, inhaling him.
“Yes, Nads.” His hips snap back, and when he slams back into me, his body stiffens against mine. He groans out my name again, deep and low, as his cock pulses inside me and he fills me with his cum.
He drops his body onto mine and kisses my lips. “I love you,” he whispers against my mouth.
“I love you.”
Oscar is the only man who I’ve loved for my entire life, and it turns out he did me.
I once thought we were star-crossed lovers. But now I know we’re soulmates and the journey we took to find our second chance with each other was part of the fairy tale.
And this fairy tale, like they’re supposed to, found it’s perfectly happy ever after.