EPILOGUE II
MICAH
W aking up with Storm’s body entangled with mine was like reaching the sky. Her soft breathing against my chest, her messy hair on my pillow.
Storm was my angel with broken wings, and I was going to give her new ones. My personal paradise and hell mixed together.
A perfect combination of divine and sinister. And she was all mine for the rest of our lives.
It was hard getting everything in order, but now only small flies were able to try to approach us. I was going to crush them before they even got the chance to come within walking distance of my Bambi.
“Good morning,” I spoke softly, kissing her forehead.
Her eyes squinted in sleep, before they relaxed again. With a chuckle, I placed my lips on hers, tasting the sweet cherries she had last night.
“Morning.” Her hoarse voice made my cock twitch.
As if realizing that it was morning, she immediately sat up straight in bed, stretching and yawning.
“Oh my God,” she groaned. “Why didn’t you wake me up? We’ll be late.”
“Late to our wedding? I don’t think so.”
“Oh, come on. At least give me a little sense of normalcy.”
The weather was perfect. A sunny spring day with soft wind. Since we couldn’t officially get married, I decided to give her a little intimate ceremony in the backyard.
Blair, Arlo’s wife, was more than happy to prepare everything alongside Storm’s wedding dress.
The only guests were the De Santis couple and my old friend, Dan. Storm was a little sad about not having any family around, but it quickly vanished once she realized she was finally going to have something to hold onto.
A vow that I was never leaving.
“Get out.”
I blinked. “No.”
“It’s bad mojo to see me in my wedding dress.”
“I don’t believe in that superstition.”
“Well, I do.” She pointed toward the door. “Leave.”
With a sigh, I got dressed and left right when Blair came strolling in. As I was leaving, Storm’s loud laughter of happiness and joy filled my ears.
I had a suit made, knowing Storm’s tastes. The goal of the night was to seduce my wife and then show her what our future together was going to look like.
The idea was that we were just going to say our vows in front of the three people and then get drunk in celebration.
As soon as the clock struck noon, I was outside waiting for my beautiful bride.
Storm looked like the definition of perfection. Her long dress had a train dragging behind her.
It showed her curves perfectly, and all I wanted to do was tear the cloth to pieces and devour her whole.
But pretty as the dress might’ve been, the smile on her face was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Her eyes shined with pure joy as she walked toward me, looking at only me.
I finally got the woman of my dreams, until death did us part. There wasn’t a single waking moment I was going to leave her alone. I needed to make up for the lost time.
And Storm wanted that, too.
That was what her vows were all about.
Our perfect vows from hell.