Epilogue
J ames
One Year Later
My throat burns as I suck in a lungful of cool air. It was hard to run in this suit. I had it made to fit my body perfectly, but I didn’t take running into account.
I should have.
Laughter and the sounds of champagne bottles popping in the distance reach my ears, but I ignore it all. The only noise I focus on is the sound of crunching fall leaves and excited breaths ahead of me.
Cecilia has gotten smarter inside the maze. She’s committed most of the passageways to memory and is currently using it to her advantage. Her muffled laughter sounds nearby, and I can’t help but smile, knowing she wore the same one even though I couldn’t see her at the moment.
I stop for a second, trying to catch my breath. “Are you trying to be some kind of runaway bride?” I shout into the distance.
I hear her footsteps halt, and I begin slowly around another passage, realizing she is closer than I had anticipated. “Can you be a runaway bride if you’ve already said I do?” she hollers back.
“You didn’t let me kiss the bride. As of now, our business is unfinished.”
She giggles, and it’s even closer. I turned down in the opposite direction from what I was planning, an excited beat picking up in my chest because I could sense her like she was my own soul playing hide and seek with me. She was close.
“You’ll have to find me to close the deal.” Her enthusiasm dies when I turn the corner and find her just getting the last of her heels off in the middle of a long passage. She had nowhere to run, no turn close enough to escape me. I would catch her no matter her attempt to run or hide.
I grin as she straightens, her height falling several inches to the ground as she toes her heels to the side. Her smirk grows, making a delicious need unfurl in my gut like a burning hunger only she could sate.
“Trying to run off again?”
She tilts her head to the side, feigning innocence. “Are you mad?”
I purse my lips as if to think about it and shake my head. “For taking off right before the end of our wedding ceremony? No.” Right as our officiate, a.k.a. Ambrose, claimed I could kiss the bride, all I heard was a mischievous giggle from her before she burst into the maze, beckoning me to capture it from her.
I shrug my suit jacket off, letting it fall to the ground, and begin rolling my shirt sleeves up. “It just means I get to punish you on our special day,” I muse.
Her cheeks flush, and it looks so fucking good. She looks so fucking good. Her hair was in what looked like an attempted updo that couldn’t hold the weight of her hair, so several curly pieces hung down, springing out everywhere, but somehow she managed to make it look perfect. She had gold flower and butterfly clips clipped in everywhere, and her dress…fuck me. She, of course, is anything but traditional, so her dress is what she calls a dusty mauve color. The sleeves were off her shoulders, draping around her upper arm and chest. The chest part clung tightly to her, pushing her breasts up and driving me crazy the whole fucking ceremony because I couldn’t touch her in front of everyone. The rest of the dress draped around her in several layers of ruffled tulle. She about killed me walking out into the garden looking like she was going to grow some kind of goddess wings and demand everyone to bow down to her.
She steps toward me, her hands gripping the skirt of her dress to keep it from dragging against the ground. “How about you just kiss the bride now?”
I walk toward her, closing the rest of the distance between us. Now that it was colder out after a long summer, her skin was paler than usual. Her blushed cheeks looked rosier on her winter skin, and I wanted to paint her color everywhere.
I lift her chin with my hand, lean down, and kiss her softly. She closes her eyes, leaning into me. She’s still lost in the moment when I pull away, her eyes barely opening again when I move my mouth to her ear. I kiss her there before whispering, “I’m going to tear into you.”
I watched the flush spread over her chest and lifted my hands, dragging my fingers over the redness. I dragged my hand down the front of her dress until I gathered a handful of the fabric. Her eyes narrowed on me, and I smirked back at her as realization dawned on her. But before she could object, I ripped the fabric across the front of her dress, letting it pool around her feet.
“Damnit, James,” she grouses, looking down at her dress, which now exposes her front legs as the rest drapes at her sides and down her back.
“I like it better this way,” I remark as I look at her. It was very short in the front now, and my attention caught on her leg, spotting the white garter around her thigh. “Is this for me?”
She shivers when she finds where my gaze is as I drop to my knees in front of her, and I can’t help myself as my hands shoot out, wrapping around both of her thighs. She stumbles off balance, her hands shooting out behind her, steadying herself as she grabs fists full of the hedges.
“Yes,” she finally answers in a small, breathless voice.
“What a pretty surprise.” My fingers dig into her skin with barely restrained need as I lean in, placing a small kiss just above the garter before sinking my teeth into her skin. She hisses in pain as I graze them down her thigh and bite onto the garter, dragging it down her leg. She lifts her foot slightly when I get around her ankle and pull it off her leg completely.
I stand back up, her eyes rising with mine as I hold the garter out to her with my finger. She goes to take it, but I pull it away just before she reaches it. “Give me your wrists.”
“What for?”
“To restrain you, of course.”
“Typical man, wanting to restrain his wife even on their wedding day.”
I trace my thumb over her lip, pulling it aggressively. “Your wrists. Now.”
She plays, putting up a fight for a second longer before holding both wrists out toward me. I gently take them and begin wrapping the garter around them, looping it around her wrists until they are tightly restrained together.
“I won’t be able to hold onto anything for balance now,” she complains.
I observe her and then decide to pick her up completely. She makes a yelping noise as I do, her legs flying around me as her intertwined hands fall over my head and rest behind my neck. I press her back into the thick hedges, finding them sturdy enough to lean into. “You may have a couple of scratches, but consider it part of your punishment for running off, wifey.” My cock was straining painfully against my zipper, and I can’t take it anymore. Having her wrapped around me in her messy wedding dress, her hands tied behind my neck, with no choice but to hold onto me. I hold her with one hand, pressing her harder into the hedges to keep our balance as I unzip my pants and pull my aching cock out.
She makes a small moaning noise as she feels me rub against her leg. I wasn’t even inside her yet, and she was already enjoying herself. It made me want to fuck her even harder, let her feel just how much she could really enjoy me. That as her newly lawful husband, it’d be my cock giving her pleasure for the rest of her life.
Her chest was panting quickly, her breaths becoming shorter, and her skin becoming hotter despite the chill in the air. Her thighs grip me tighter, and her fingertips curl into my hair. “You’re so fucking desperate,” I growl into her. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me,” she says without hesitation.
I chuckle, fisting my cock and stroking it, needing to feel a trace of something so that I didn’t go insane. I needed to be inside her like I needed air to breathe. Being with her, being in her, is the only way I could survive.
“Right out here? With everyone outside the house and in the garden?”
“Yes,” she whines impatiently.
I rub my cock against her pussy, finding it so wet and slick already. I groan, my body feeling like it’s on fire and my nerves in a frenzy. “You’re so dirty, Mrs. Kingston. Let’s make sure you can’t run off again.” I slide my cock up and down her pussy one more time before thrusting inside her completely, not giving her any time to take me in or relax around my length.
She screams as I fill her to the hilt, and my hand flies to her throat, closing around it and squeezing it just enough to muffle the noise as I savagely slide in and out of her. “No one else gets your screams. They’re mine. You’re all mine now, little wife.”
Her fingers pull painfully at my hair, and I’m impressed she can use that much of her strength with her hands being tied together. Her body jumps each time my cock penetrates her, and I can’t keep my eyes off the way her tits bounce, the way her entire body slowly starts to turn pink with pleasure, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as I fuck her to the very edge of euphoria.
“So—Fucking—Perfect,” I groan as her wet noises get lost in the maze around us.
She cries in ecstasy, and I remove my hand from her throat, letting her take a deeper breath as her need starts to take over completely. Her head falls back against the greenery behind her, and I become feral, watching her on our wedding day getting fucked in the middle of my maze like there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.
I grab under her knees, spreading her legs even further. “Fuckin yes,” I groan, sinking even deeper inside.
“Do it again. Please do it again,” she moans frantically.
I grin, pulling out and slamming into her again at the same angle, hitting so fucking deep. She bites her lip in an attempt to stay quiet. I get lost, watching her spread pussy take my entire cock inside her, hearing the way she loves it so much, and I can barely keep it together.
“Come with me. I can’t hold it any longer.”
Her hands around my neck jerk against me, pulling my eyes to meet hers. “Eyes on me,” she demands.
A feral growl rips from me as I keep my eyes locked with hers, my hips rocking into her frantically as we chase our pleasure. I see it the second she begins to unravel, her pupils dilating and her mouth falling open in a silenced gasp as she comes apart and fights to stay quiet as she does.
Her pussy flutters and sucks me into her, keeping me there as I lose all control, coming with her. She pulls me closer, and I fall into her as we fight to catch our breath. I look down at her, seeing blood coating her bottom lip from biting it so hard. I drop my mouth on hers, kissing her and tasting her pleasure.
She makes a mewling, contented noise as I pull away, and I chuckle at the slap-happy, hazy look in her eyes. “We should probably get back to the party,” I suggest as I release her and begin untying her hands.
“If we must,” she says tiredly.
“You’d stay out here all day, wouldn’t you?”
She smirks, looking over her shoulder at me as she rights her dress. “Doing that? Yes. Just bring me a pillow for after.”
“We have a wedding to finish, babe.”
She walks over to me, her cool hands finding my cheeks and palming them as she looks up at me. “I love you, Mr. Kingston. Let’s finish getting married.”
I kiss her once more. “I love you, Mrs. Kingston.”
“I’m technically not a Mrs. yet.”
“We’ve signed the papers, and I’m pretty sure we just more than consummated the marriage.”
She laughs, taking my hand as we walk back toward the garden. “I guess you’re right.”
Everyone’s voices grow louder as we get closer to the garden, and I stop her just before walking out of the maze. “Shit. Your dress.”
She looks down at it, her eyes widening as she realizes again that it’s ripped and relatively short in the front, leaving nothing to imagine how it came to be. “Shit,” she repeats, looking up at me. “What do we do?”
“Let’s just go out there. Maybe they’ll think it’s supposed to be that way, like a two-piece dress or something.”
“What and I just left the other half in the maze? That doesn’t really help either.”
“It’s a little better than them knowing it’s ripped.”
“Well, maybe if you didn’t have such a fabric-ripping kink.”
“It’s not a fabric-ripping kink. It’s a very…uncontrolled impulse in impatience.”
She swats me. “Well, look what your urges have done.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining.”
She rolls her eyes. “Let’s just do this.”
I take her hand again, and we walk back into the garden to join the rest of the wedding party. Thankfully, everyone took it upon themselves to keep enjoying everything and just hung out, ate, drank, and talked to one another.
My eyes find Stef and Tobias standing by the patio doors, talking to each other, just as I notice everything around us becoming a little quieter. I feel Cecilia’s hand squeeze mine tighter as I look around, seeing everyone staring at her bare legs and feet.
“You forgot your shoes,” I whisper.
“Shut up, I realize that now,” she rudely whispers.
“Oh, that’s hot,” Ambrose mutters with a grin beside his snickering husband. Marco standing next to them respectively averts his gaze to the sky.
I look back up, seeing Stef muffle a laugh in the crook of his arm just as Tobias looks over to see what he’s laughing at. He glances at me and Cecilia, his eyes falling onto her and dropping to her ripped dress. Then, his scowl and narrowed eyes land on me. “You mother?—.”
The End