Chapter 27 - Viktor
I'm not nervous. Nothing makes me nervous.
I keep saying this to myself as I look in the mirror. I adjust my tie for the millionth time. It's a black tuxedo with a white tie. Riley wanted it that way. She says it makes me look incredibly sexy. I can't wait to see her dress. I don't know why this feels so different. I've married Riley before; granted, it wasn't as grand, but we're already married. This is just a formality, really. Maybe it feels different because my whole family is here.
“Stop fidgeting with your tie,” Anton says from his seat behind me. “It's perfect.”
“Easy for you to say,” I mumble.
“What's wrong, Cousin?” Luka asks from the drink station. “It's a little late to get cold feet.”
“I'm not getting cold feet. I wouldn't ever with Riley,” I argue.
“Leave him be,” Kervyn says as he walks in. “Come, Luka, let us take our seats. All the guests have arrived.”
“Luka downs his drink and follows Kervyn out. I look at Anton. “I can't do this.”
“We can make a run for it,” Anton says. “I can have the car running in seconds.”
“No, I want to do this. I just don't know if I can,” I sigh. “I feel confused.”
“You love Riley, right?” he asks.
“With all my heart,” I say. “But what if she doesn't like my vows?”
“She's going to love them. She's into that sentimental goopy shit,” Anton gets up and pours me a whiskey, bringing it over. “Down this.”
I do as I'm told, and he claps a hand on my shoulder. “Come, let's go get you married again.”
I set the glass down and follow him out. We walk down the stairs from the hotel suite, where we changed and exit through the front door. The hotel is located across from the church where we're getting married. We cross the road and enter the church. My family is seated along with some friends, Riley's family, and Riley's friends. I walk to the front with Anton, my best man. Rigor and Roman are already standing there waiting as groomsmen. We take our places, and everyone whispers as we wait. I can feel the nerves intensifying, so I give myself a mental shake. I hear everyone stand up, and the music starts to play. I turn to watch Kervyn's daughter walking down the aisle, throwing flowers on the carpet. The bridesmaids follow, along with the maid of honor, Gwen.
The doors close for a moment, and the music changes. I take a deep breath and let it out. When the doors open, I see her for the first time in her wedding dress, and tears immediately spring to my eyes. It's so beautiful. It's a mermaid dress with off-the-shoulder sleeves and an encrusted bodice that makes her figure look fantastic. She has a long train sweeping behind her as her father walks her down the aisle. Her parents were surprised when she told them she was engaged. We obviously didn't mention that we were already married, but they seem to like me after the few times we've met.
Her father hands her off to me, and I hold her hand tightly as we turn to the priest. He starts to preach about love and the sanctity of marriage. I try to stand still, but I keep glancing at her. Every time I do, she squeezes my hand. Finally, we turn to face each other to say our vows. I clear my throat twice and take out the cue cards I'd written on. She smiles up at me as she takes out her own cards.
“You first,” I say quietly.
“Viktor,” she says clearly. “You are the most stubborn, hot-headed fool I have ever met. When you first came to my rescue, you literally swept me off my feet, and it's been a whirlwind ever since. I have always wanted a big family, and you brought me into the biggest and best one ever. You make me laugh when I’m crying, and then you make me laugh until I cry. You make me feel like I can accomplish anything, and I’m so thankful for everything you’ve taught me. Thank you for believing in me and for loving me. I promise—I vow to always love you through all the years we are together until death parts us. I promise to always be your best friend and to put our family first. I promise to love you in sickness and in health, and even when you're acting like a goofball.” I chuckle at that. “I love you with every fiber of my being, and I will continue to love you for the rest of our years.”
She wipes her eyes and looks up at me.
“Riley,” I say, shaking slightly. She places her hand on mine to steady it. “Before I met you, I never questioned anything. I was impulsive, thought I was decisive, and always believed I had the answers. Meeting you raised so many questions in my life, and I knew you were the answer to all of them. Growing up, I never expected to find a love like this; but now that I have it, I swear to you I will give my all to protect and nurture it. You are my family now, my one and only. In my family, loyalty means everything, and I promise to always be loyal to you and to always put you before myself.” I can see her start to cry, so I grip her hand tightly. “You are more than just my wife. You are my best friend, my lover, and my soulmate. I promise to love you through sickness and health until death parts us. And even a little more then,” I grin.
She laughs, and several of the guests do too. The priest assists us in exchanging rings and finally announces that we are now husband and wife. I pull her close and kiss her deeply while everyone cheers. We walk down the aisle, and everyone follows us out to the reception at the hotel. We stand at the door and greet everyone before we are called away to take our wedding photos by one of the photographers we hired. I love posing with Riley, kissing her, holding her, simply touching her. I know I'm going to hang all these wedding photos in the mansion so that I can see them every day.
The bridal party joins us, and we take some fun photos. Then, family members come, and we take pictures with them as they congratulate us once again before we finally head to the reception. The MC announces us as Mr. and Mrs. Viktor Milov, and we walk in together to sit at the head table. Everyone is chatting, and the night is filled with fun, but all I want is to steal Riley away. When she leaves, I watch her as she talks to her friends and family. She meets my gaze and returns to kiss me. Each kiss is more passionate than the last. Eventually, I can't take it anymore.
While she's talking to Gwen, I get up and go stand near her. When she's done, I take her arm and lead her toward a back room.
“What are we doing?” she asks.
“I can't resist you anymore,” I growl. “How high does that dress hike up?”
“All the way,” she says with a cheeky grin.
I pull her into the backroom filled with spare tables and chairs, then lock the door behind us, not caring if anyone noticed us sneak away. I turn around and kiss her passionately. She softly groans and presses her body against mine. I place my hands on her shoulders and slowly glide them down her arms. “I want you so badly,” I moan, already rock hard.
“I've wanted you all day,” she murmurs, walking backward and tugging my hand, so I follow. She reaches a table and kisses me again as she starts to hike up her dress. “I don't want you to hold back.”
“I don't ever hold back with you,” I murmur against her shoulder, kissing her soft skin. She slides onto the table and I slip a hand under her dress. I slide two of my fingers over her clit and through her folds, then back up. I massage her clit gently as we kiss passionately. She whimpers softly as I break the kiss and get on my knees, ducking under her dress. I take a long, slow lick of her wet pussy and I grin. She's not wearing underwear, she clearly thought ahead.
I go to town on her, using my tongue and fingers to pleasure her. I lick at her clit hungrily as I insert two fingers into her and start moving them in and out. I can hear the mewling sounds she's making as I do so and she's getting wetter by the second.
“We don't have time,” she groans.
“We always have time,” I murmur.
“I want you so badly,” she says, spreading her legs as wide as her dress will let her. I get up and undo my pants. I push them down and line my cock up with her entrance before I push into her slowly.
“Don't hold back.”
“I won't,” I moan, starting to move my hips quickly. She holds onto my shoulders, giving little yips of pleasure every time I thrust into her. I reach down between us and touch her. “I love you so much Ri.”
“I love you, Vik,” she murmurs, leaning up to kiss me.
I move my hips faster, I move my fingers faster. I kiss her passionately as we make love on this table in the middle of our wedding reception. I'm sure people have noticed we've snuck off, but I don't care. Right now I just want to pleasure my wife.
“I'm so close,” she moans. “Harder.”
I move my hips harder, panting slightly as I do. She digs her nails into my shoulder and lets out a loud moan as her pussy clenches around my cock and she shakes through her orgasm. I pump my dick into her a few more times before I bury myself deep inside of her and cum. We stay like that for a minute before she giggles.
“I love you, Mr. Milov,” she breathes.
“I love you, Mrs. Milov,” I murmur.
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THE END