Epilogue
Brennan
Three months later:
The ballroom is alive with music and laughter, a sea of happy faces celebrating with us, but all I can see is her. My wife. Grace is a vision in white, her long blonde hair cascading down her back in soft waves, her blue eyes sparkling with joy as she looks up at me.
It’s been an amazing day, made even more perfect by the fact that her father, William, not only gave his blessing but stood proudly at the front to officiate our ceremony, binding us together as man and wife with tears in his eyes.
The only thing that made the day even better was knowing about mine and Grace’s little secret - that just two days ago, Grace showed me a positive pregnancy test. We are both so incredibly happy and excited about our baby, but we’ve decided to wait until after our honeymoon to share our news with everyone else.
“You’re staring,” Grace murmurs, a delicate blush blooming on her cheeks as she pulls me out of my thoughts.
“I can’t help it,” I growl, my hands tightening on her waist. We’re swaying to the music, her body flush against mine, and I’ve been hard for her since I saw her walking down the aisle. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
And she is. Her wedding dress is pure poetry.
It’s simple and elegant, but the corset-style bodice does wicked things to her breasts.
The creamy white fabric pushes them up, creating a lush, tempting display that has my mouth watering all over again.
I’ve been watching them all day, watching the way they rise and fall with every breath she takes, and all I can think about is the sweet, warm milk waiting just for me.
“You keep looking at me like that,” she whispers, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink, “and people are going to start wondering what you’re thinking.”
A low chuckle rumbles in my chest. “They don’t need to wonder. They can all see how obsessed I am with you.”
She bites her lower lip, a nervous habit I’ve come to adore. “Brennan...”
I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. “You’re teasing me, babygirl. Wearing this dress, showing off these beautiful tits when you know how badly I need a taste.”
Grace gasps softly, her eyes widening. “I’m not teasing you,” she whispers, but there’s a playful glint in her eyes that tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. “It’s my wedding dress. It’s supposed to be beautiful.”
“Oh, it’s beautiful, all right,” I growl, my gaze dropping to her chest. “But you know what would make it even more beautiful? If I could see what’s underneath.”
A soft, breathy moan escapes her lips. “Brennan, we can’t. Everyone’s watching.”
“I don’t care,” I say, my voice rough with need. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. About how badly I need to drink from you. How much I need to taste your sweet milk on my tongue.”
Her cheeks flush, but I can see the desire burning in her blue eyes. She wants this just as badly as I do.
“Come with me,” I say, taking her hand and lacing our fingers together. I don’t give her a chance to protest as I lead her off the dance floor, weaving through the crowd of our friends and family. I can feel their eyes on us, but I don’t care. All that matters is getting my wife alone.
I push open a heavy oak door and pull her into a deserted sitting room, the silence feeling almost deafening after all the music and laughter in the ballroom. I kick the door shut behind us and sit in an armchair, pulling her down onto my lap.
“Brennan, what are you doing?” she asks, her voice a breathless whisper.
“Getting what I need,” I growl, my hands finding the zipper of her dress. I slowly pull it down, and she shivers in response. The bodice peels away from her skin, revealing her perfect breasts, heavy and full of milk for me. The rosy tips are already beaded, begging for my attention.
“Fuck,” I groan, my cock hardening painfully in my dress pants. “Look at you, babygirl. So full. And it’s all for me, isn’t it?”
Whatever she was going to say in response is quickly swallowed up by a moan as I lower my head and take one of her perfect nipples into my mouth, latching on with an urgency that borders on desperation.
I’ve been thinking about this all day, craving this since the moment I saw her in this dress.
The warm, sweet milk flows over my tongue, and I swallow greedily, my hands tightening on her hips to pull her closer.
Grace moans, her fingers tangling in my hair as she holds me against her chest. “Oh, Brennan,” she breathes, her head falling back as I continue to drink from her. “That feels so good. I’ve been so full all day.”
“Let me take care of you, babygirl,” I murmur against her skin. “Let me drain every last drop.”
I’m lost in the taste of her, in the feel of her in my arms, in the knowledge that she’s mine, that she’ll always be mine.
I switch to her other breast, my tongue swirling around her nipple before I latch on and suck hard, drawing more of her sweet milk into my mouth.
Her body relaxes against mine, and I can feel the tension leaving her as the pressure in her breasts finally eases.
When I’ve drained her completely, I reluctantly pull away, pressing one last soft kiss to each of her breasts before I carefully pull up her dress and zip her back up. She shivers as my knuckles brush against her spine, and I can’t help but smile at the effect I have on her.
“Feeling better now, babygirl?” I ask, my hands coming to rest on her waist as I look into her eyes.
“Mmm,” she hums, a contented smile on her lips as she wraps her arms around my neck. “Much better. Thank you.”
“Anything for you,” I say, and I mean it. I would do anything for this woman, for my wife.
I press a soft kiss to her lips, then stand and lead her back to the ballroom.
I feel a surge of pride as we walk back in, my new wife on my arm, her cheeks flushed and her blue eyes sparkling.
Let them all see. Let them all know that she’s mine, that I’ll always take care of her, that I’ll always give her what she needs.
And as she leans into my side, her hand instinctively moving to protect the precious secret growing within her, I know that this is just the beginning of our perfect life together.
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