Chapter 28 #2
At the reception hall in the Beaufort Hotel, family and friends congratulate us.
All of my cousins have embraced Karina with open arms, and don’t get me started on my mother, who literally announced to everyone that she’s unofficially adopted her as a second daughter.
Karina didn’t seem to mind, but I’ve been keeping an eye on her, making sure she doesn’t get swallowed up by my (sometimes) overbearing family.
Though, I soon find there’s no real need to. Our people are showering her with love, and she is soaking it all up. I guess my words of affirmation have been working: Karina has turned into the goddess I knew she always was.
Harry approaches our table and leans over with a grin. “So, Captain, ready for the real adventure now?”
“It’s been real since day one.”
“Are you ready for the dance?”
“Yeah. It’s been seven weeks since surgery, so Dr. Simmons said I’m good to go,” I say, standing up.
“I have a surprise for you.” I kiss Karina’s forehead before heading to the dance floor, where the firehouse crew waits impatiently.
Val drags a chair center stage, grinning mischievously, while Cassie pushes Karina into it.
For weeks now, we’ve rehearsed this number, and leaving choreography to Harry now feels like a gamble.
As “It’s Raining Men” blares, our routine devolves into a hilarious spectacle of enthusiasm over skill.
Karina’s eyes widen in shock and delight.
I may be red-faced from embarrassment, but her sparkling excitement and clapping make it all worthwhile.
The guys, committed to the bit, shake their hips and strike exaggerated poses.
I spot my mother and Valkyrie doubled over in laughter, supporting each other.
They are never going to let me live this down.
When the tempo shifts to a reggaeton beat, one I picked for Karina, who adores “Danza Kuduro,” her mouth drops open, then blossoms into the widest smile I’ve seen yet. She leaps to her feet, dancing in place and laughing so hard she struggles to catch her breath. It’s chaos at its best.
As the last beats fade, I breathe hard, a mix of adrenaline and sheer joy coursing through me. Karina runs to my side and kisses me, and I hear the hoots and hollers of everyone around us. “I can’t believe you planned all this,” she exclaims, shaking her head in shock.
“You weren’t the only one with a surprise today,” I say, grinning like a fool. “Did you like it?”
“I loved it. Now I wish I’d done a dance for you.” She pushes onto her toes to kiss me again. We linger like that for a moment, wrapped in each other, wrapped in happiness.
“You have three years to make up for it,” I murmur. “I prefer you to dance for me behind closed doors anyway.”
As the night progresses, the guests begin to trickle out, offering final congratulations and embraces before they depart.
The band plays what must be their last set—slower, softer, like a sweet farewell. It’s as if this moment is crafted especially for us, a melodic hum that wraps around us like a tender embrace.
“You know,” I whisper as we sway gently amidst the scattered petals, “I meant every word today.”
Karina rests her head against my chest. “So did I.”
“Ready to get out of here?”
“More than ready,” she whispers back.
I think I broke twenty traffic law getting us home.
I carry my wife up the elevator and across the threshold into the penthouse. It’s quiet and softly lit with the gentle glow of the lamps we left on. Setting her down, I pull her into a kiss, and she wraps her arms around my neck.
We don’t speak as we undress each other, and I can feel the anticipation building with each piece of clothing that falls to the floor. Her hands roam over my back, while mine explore the curves of her hips and the softness of her breasts.
Karina’s hardened nipples graze against my chest and the wetness between her legs almost send my eyes rolling to the back of my head as she grinds against me. My cock aches to be inside her.
With a low growl, I pick her up and carry her to bed, our lips never breaking contact. As I lay her down on the sheets, I take a moment to admire the sight of her body. She bites her lip, her eyes full of lust, as she watches me climb onto the bed and position myself between her legs.
I tease her at first, running my fingers along her inner thighs before finally reaching the wetness at their apex. She gasps as I slide two fingers inside her, her muscles clenching as I move them in and out. Karina never ceases to amaze me. Her body is always greedy for my touch.
When I know she’s close to shattering, I remove my finger and slowly enter her, relishing the stretch of her around my shaft.
“Vulcan,” she moans. “Your shoulder, do I—”
“Babe, I’m fine. My shoulder is fine. Nothing’s going to stop me from fucking you into this mattress.”
With that, I begin to thrust, hips moving in a steady rhythm.
She whimpers and bucks up to meet me. I lean down to capture one of her nipples between my lips, sucking it hard as I thrust inside of her.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, drawing me in further, and I can feel the tension in her body beginning to unravel.
“Fuck,” she moans, arching her back and meeting my every stroke.
I pull out of her briefly before rubbing my tip on her clit, watching her eyes flare and then pushing back in, filling her to the hilt.
“Harder. Fuck me harder.” Her nails are still carving half-moons into my back, and I’m sure she’s broken skin.
I love it when she gets this way. The headboard slams against the wall with each powerful thrust. As I feel myself getting closer, I grab on to the polished wood for leverage and plunge deeper and faster inside of her, giving her what she asked for.
Her legs wrap around my waist like shackles holding us together, connecting us in a primal way.
“Fill me up,” she whispers through gritted teeth. “I want all of you.”
I moan, lost in the feeling of how she welcomes me with every touch and kiss. With one final thrust, I groan loudly as I explode. Our breathing slowly evens out, and our heart rates return to normal as we lie together. I can feel Karina’s body still trembling from her orgasm.
“You’re amazing… so fucking amazing,” I whisper against her ear before gently kissing her neck, shoulders, and collarbone, nipping at her soft flesh.
I pull out and roll onto my side, facing her.
Our bodies press together as I wrap my arms around her waist, drumming my fingers against her heated skin.
“Now what?” Karina asks as she runs her fingers through my chest hair.
“I think it’s about time for round two, and I want to hear those words spill from your lips as I fuck you like I hate you.”
She bites her bottom lip and arches a brow before moving her hand south to palm my erection.