Epilogue - Diomid
“You may now kiss your bride,” the pastor says, and I don’t hesitate even a second to wrap my arm around her waist and dip her backward as I press my mouth over her and kiss her in ways that are entirely inappropriate for the crowd around us to witness.
She laughs against my lips, pushing me back with no real effort, her cheeks growing red as the crowd whistles and cheers.
My wife, the most beautiful bride in the universe.
I pull her back to her feet and kiss her again.
She’s wearing a wedding dress that she designed herself.
A princess corset covered in lace, glittering stones, and intricate hand-stitched pearls.
Over her chest and arms is sheer white fabric, also decorated with lace, but enough to tease me with a glimpse of her soft skin beneath.
She called it bohemian. I don’t really care what it’s called.
All I know is that she looks like a goddess, a queen.
Ethereal and too beautiful for this world.
And she’s mine. She belongs to me. She gave her heart and soul to me.
And I’m hers. Forever.
“Save some of that for the honeymoon,” Oleg shouts, grinning at us as I slip her arm through mine and lead her down the aisle, out of the church. “I have enough for now and the honeymoon,” I shout back.
Outside, the limousine is waiting for us at the end of a long red carpet. Our guests are lined up on either side to create a passage of family and friends.
We walk past them, and they all throw white rose petals over our heads, letting them snow down on us and catch in her hair.
Her laughter is music as she hurries with me toward the car, smiling, her eyes bright, the flash of cameras capturing moments that we will look back on with fondness when we’re old and grey and still in love.
Inside the limousine, we’re suddenly completely alone. Our first quiet moment together as husband and wife. She laughs, breathing heavily, her excitement and happiness evident as she looks at me with wide eyes.
“That was amazing,” she whispers.
I pull her across the seat toward me, the layers of dress getting in the way and making her laugh again.
I push her dress out of the way and pull her onto my lap. “You are the most beautiful woman alive, and I’m the happiest man alive.”
She leans into me, pressing her lips against mine. “I love you, husband,” she says.
“I love you, Mrs. Abashin,” I grin.
“Oh, I rather like that. Yours. Officially.”
“Very officially,” I tease, trying to slip my hand beneath her wedding dress but failing dismally because there are way too many layers.
We end up laughing so hard she’s almost crying, complaining that I’m ruining her makeup.
“Did you have a second dress designed for the reception?” I ask, raising my brows mischievously.
“I did, you savage, but not just so you could get underneath it easier!” she scoffs.
“But could I?” I ask.
She giggles and shrugs. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
***
The reception is held at Jaroslav’s mansion, out in the massive garden. There are white tents, beautiful lights everywhere. Roses adorning archways and a live band playing music near the dance floor.
When we arrive, Stef and Valery are waiting to pull the limo door open and steal my wife away immediately.
“Wardrobe change!” Stef declares, throwing me a wide smile. “We’ll give her back to you in fifteen minutes.”
The girls rush upstairs, and I head into the guest bathroom to check the mirror and splash water on my face before I face everyone again.
When I look at my reflection, it’s like I’m looking at a different person.
A man whose dreams have come true. He’s smiling with such genuine force that it fills my heart with warmth, and my emotions surge.
I almost cried when I saw her walking down the aisle toward me, and I almost cry again now when I realize how happy I am.
It’s one thing to feel it, but another to see it yourself.
To really see yourself and realize this is really happening. This is real.
It takes me a while to get my emotions in check.
And by the time I come out of the bathroom, I’m lucky enough to see Angelika walking down the stairs toward me in her reception dress.
A pearl white silk dress, softer, with fewer layers, hugging the top half of her body with thin spaghetti straps over her delicate shoulders and a very low dipped back that teases me dangerously.
There is a slit that runs from the floor all the way up her leg to her hip bone, and when she walks toward me, the dress floats like water around her, showing off her perfect legs and the sneakers she cheekily chose to wear instead of high heels.
But dammit, I swear they are a hundred times sexier than heels would have been.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, pulling her close and keeping my voice low. “This… I can definitely tell you, it's going to be a problem.” She giggles as I brush my hand down her bare back. “Do you like it?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.
“Like it? No, no, I think you should let me take you upstairs and rip it from your body with my teeth,” I growl softly. “I want to do reckless things with you, princess. Let me steal you away?”
Her cheeks glow bright pink, and she bites her lip. “Later. I might let you do that,” she whispers, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me.
But then our family surrounds us, everyone talking at once, pulling us away from each other to hug us and congratulate us as they lead us outside to join the party. Our celebration. Our perfect wedding day.
There are drinks, including champagne to start, but soon someone brings out tequila. We eat incredible food, served in courses with dancing in between, and Jaroslav gives a long speech that makes everyone laugh. Of course, he makes sure to threaten me again, but this time with a smile.
Although I reckon he means it.
Just before dessert is served, I steal the microphone and stand in the center of the dance floor with a spotlight on me.
“Angel, my princess.”
The guests grow quiet, and everyone looks from me to my beautiful wife.
“I don’t know how I got so lucky, that you chose me, that you have decided to live your life with me—but I promise you this: there won’t be a day that goes by where you won’t be smiling.
And if you get sad, I’ll fix it. I you have a dream, I’ll chase it with you.
If you decide you want to swim in the middle of the night, I’ll grab us towels and follow you.
I will follow you anywhere. And I’ll take you on adventures you can’t even imagine.
You are my entire world now, and everything I do from this day forward is to make you happy.
Because I love you, and with each passing moment, all I can do is love you more. Please, come dance with me.”
Angelika stands, making her way from our table to the dance floor with a spotlight glittering against her dress. I hand the microphone away and scoop her into my arms as the music plays and the world around us disappears.
It’s the perfect night to celebrate the perfect day.
As the next song begins to play, she looks up at me, smiling. Guests slowly join us on the dance floor, filling it up, laughing, dancing, and having a good time.
“I was thinking, before they get us to cut the cake, if you wanted to come with me to look at something in the pool house?” I grin.
“Why, what’s in the pool house?” she giggles.
“It’s something very important. I can’t really tell you about it, I have to show you,” I say sternly.
“That sounds very serious…also…very reckless. Do you think we should go now?”
“Oh yes, it’s urgent. We should go right away.”
I take her hand and pull her from the dance floor. Slipping out the side of the tent, we laugh as we sneak away from our own wedding party.
The pool house is dark except for the pale pink light shining beneath the water.
As the water moves, it creates beautiful pink ripples on the ceiling.
I pull Angelika into my arms and hold her against me, continuing our dance, in private, this time, letting my hands roam freely over her body as her lips find mine in the quiet solitude of our escape.
My fingers drift over her waist, down her thigh, and beneath the slit of her dress.
My cock is already hard. Rock hard and throbbing with need that I’ve been fighting all night.
She gasps against my mouth as I brush my hand over her lace panties, hooking my fingers beneath them and pulling them to the side so that I can dip my fingers inside her.
“This pussy is mine, angel, do you understand?” I growl.
“I do,” she gasps, her chest heaving as I push my finger deeper into her.
I take a step, forcing her to step with me until we’re up against one of the indoor sofas positioned around the pool. In the distance, we can still hear the music of our party, and Angel glances toward it. “Someone might come in, or see us through the glass,” she murmurs.
“Let them watch,” I say, lifting her in my arms and sitting down with her on my lap.
I push her skirt open, letting it hang around her with her legs spread over me.
She rocks forward against my cock, making me groan with pleasure.
I can’t take it anymore. I want her so badly, and I’ve been so patient all night.
As she kisses me, her movements become more frantic, her hands drifting down and pulling at my belt. She’s struggling with it, so I grab it and tug it free, then rip my pants open to pull my cock out. She bites her lip as she looks down at it, throbbing, thick veins pulsing over it.
“It’s always a little scary when I see how big it is,” she whispers.
“Princess, your perfect little pussy loves my cock, it loves to be stretched open and filled up,” I remind her as I lift her hips and hook my fingers in her panties again.
I tug them aside and pull her forward. Positioning her over my cock, unable to hold back for one more second, I pull her down onto me, thrusting up into her as I do so and slamming my cock into her tight little body.
She cries out, grabbing my shoulders and digging her fingers into me.
“Oh fuck,” she stammers as I lift her and thrust her down onto me again.
My cock pulses with lust as she fights for breath, tilting her head back and letting me lift her and drop her onto my cock, like a toy I’m using for my own pleasure.
She’s my little cock sleeve, my princess, my dirty little whore, my wife, my love…
she’s everything I need, and as I watch her enjoying being fucked by me, I can’t help but thrust into her harder and harder.
Suddenly, it’s not enough, and I want to fuck her even more fiercely. I lift her and turn to lay her down on the sofa. Lying down on top of her, I spread her legs and wrap my hand around her throat, holding her while I pound into her.
She lifts one of her legs, folding it against her chest, letting me reach deeper into her pussy. Her eyes roll back, and her lips part in ecstasy.
“My good little girl, my beautiful little whore,” I growl. “Do you like being fucked?”
She nods, biting her lip, a coy glimmer in her eyes. With a cheeky grin, she lifts her head and sinks her teeth into my shoulder. The pain shoots through me, and I growl, surprised but turned on like crazy.
I tighten my grip around her throat and slap my hand hard across the inside of her thigh, letting my fingertips sting against her clit.
She screams, but spreads her legs wider. “Again,” she gasps.
This time, I slap her right on her clit, and she loses her mind.
Her entire body goes rigid, her pupils dilate, and she stops breathing for a moment. Her pussy locks down on my cock, every muscle tightening and then suddenly releasing as she gushes, warm liquid rushing over me as she squirts all over my cock.
“Oh, fuuuck,” I groan with excitement, exploding inside her, lost to her and her perfection.
We’re breathless and shocked at how every time we have sex, it just gets better.
“I’ve never experienced that before,” she whispers, giggling.
“Me either, but it is definitely my new favorite thing,” I grin, wrapping my hand around her head and locking my lips against hers to kiss her.
It takes us a moment to adjust our clothes so that we look decent again, hopeful that no one will notice the damp marks on my black pants after I splash pool water on them to wash off the evidence of our sneaky, stolen moment.
Walking back to the party, she leans against me, my arm around her, our hearts happy. She looks up at me and, beneath the glittering stars, she says, “Diomid, I can’t imagine a life without you. You are my everything.”
“I love you too, princess,” I whisper back, kissing her one more time before we slip back into the tent.
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THE END