Epilogue
Five Months Later
Sylvie
“And now, you may kiss the bride.”
I trade a knowing look with Acca before turning to Wyatt, who is staring at me like he wants to eat me alive.
Heck, I’d let him if there weren’t more than fifty people in his barn watching us.
Still, that doesn’t seem to faze him much as his arms circle my waist before I’m pulled flush against him.
I swallow a moan when his lips land on mine, nudging mine to open against his in a kiss that sends my toes curling in my heels.
The kiss is possessive and positively dirty.
Definitely not something we should share in front of so many people, and yet, I can’t help it.
I’m helpless to resist when he touches me, but what else is new.
A part of me, the pessimistic voice I could never seem to be able to completely get rid of, was convinced that I would not fit in on Adak Island, so locked away from the city and its chaos.
Before moving to Adak, I’d never lived anywhere else but California.
Never this far from my family, but here I am, dropping everything to move to a remote island.
What if I didn’t fit in.
Or worse, what if I did and then had Wyatt fall out of love with me. How could I choose between leaving a place I’d fallen in love with and staying while I watched the man I loved move on with his life.
When I shared my concerns with Acca, I was met with a blank stare then the history of a man whose life stopped when he lost his parents at just twenty years old. A grump who preferred to keep to himself and would have continued to do so, likely forever.
“You took him out of the swamp, Sylvie. Don’t you see?” Acca had asked, confused by my insecurities. “Go home. Talk to him about your worries.”
And so I had, except when I walked in through the doors of our cottage, it was to find a trail of roses leading to our bedroom and the man on one knee, a diamond ring glittering brightly in a box, Sabaak stood by his side and wagged his tail cheerfully.
The words that followed were as beautiful as the ring itself, and that night, as we made love under a bed full of roses, new promises were made, old ones reaffirmed.
That little pessimistic voice in the back of my head was squashed like a bug.
I love you, Sylvie.
I felt the words that night as he kissed my lips like a drowning man.
I feel them now as our wedding bands shine against the light.
And his kiss, just like that night and every one after, leaves me weak in the knees.
So much so that I am panting when he pulls back, a smug smile on his lips when he sees the effect he has on me.
It takes someone clearing their voice to remember that we have an audience. Right. Our wedding. Guests. Crap.
I turn red, as heat climbs up my cheeks. My eyes look everywhere but at the front row seat where my parents are seated. No doubt they’re as embarrassed as I am, but I also know they are happy about this union, ecstatic even.
When I first told them my plans to move to Adak Island, they were confused and wanted to meet the man they were certain was undeserving of their daughter.
But then, they met Wyatt, and their approval was almost instant.
A connection was formed, a bond that went beyond just in-laws.
And when I mentioned my desire to run a satellite office for my parents’ wildlife conservation non-profit on Adak, everyone was on board.
The mission of the office is to protect the wildlife that calls the Aleutian Islands home.
Sure, Monteith is gone, but that doesn’t mean others won’t try their luck.
But like that jerk, we’ll just band together and kick them off our island.
The reception is chaotic and turns even more chaotic when alcohol is introduced to the mix. I’m giggling as I cut the cake Acca baked for us, sneaking one too many slices to Sabaak when no one’s looking. There’s music and laughter, and everything’s perfect.
I’m riding on the same high when the guests leave the party one after the other until it’s just us two, with Sabaak spending the week with Acca.
I laugh happily when my husband sweeps me off my feet bridal style and carries me up to our bedroom, giggling when he tosses me gently onto the bed, those eyes firmly on mine when he starts to strip.
I bite into my lip and lean back on my elbows as I watch him take off his clothes, and Christ above, he’s magnificent.
Every inch of those muscles that shift with every move to the sharp lines that curve his body and the sparse hair that’s sprinkled over his body.
He’s the hottest man alive, and he’s all mine. Only mine.
“Like what you see?”
“Uh-huh,” I say, moving back when he stalks toward the bed, naked as sin.
His cock is already leaking pre-cum. When he climbs onto the bed, I roll onto the other side, trying to escape, but he grabs my ankle and yanks me back to the bed.
I laugh when he flattens me to the bed, rolling his massive body over mine, but then it turns into a moan at the hard press of his cock.
“Husband,” I say, brushing my fingers over his jaw, trailing them down to his neck and chest. He hisses when I drag my fingernails down over his nipples. “I can’t believe you’re mine now.”
“I became yours the moment you set foot on this island.”
My heart melts at his words. He always seems to know the right thing to say.
All the right places to touch me to turn me weak for him.
“I love you,” I whisper as our mouths lock together, every wet slide of lips sending heat to my belly…
and lower. My core buzzes with need, getting slicker with arousal and turning my panties wet as he sinks into the kiss, his tongue finding mine in the desperate need to dominate.
To possess and remind me of to whom I belong.
“I’m going to fuck you in this dress,” he breathes into the kiss.
“Not before I seduce you first,” I say, rolling us around so he’s under me.
My eyes gleam teasingly as I lean down and brush my lips over his nipple, circling my tongue over the small bud and smiling against his skin when he shudders underneath me.
“I thought you were so freaking handsome when I first met you. And the way you smelled…” I hum as I kiss down the hard muscles of his torso, dragging my tongue over his ridged stomach.
He smells like he did when we first met. “Like earth. So grounding.”
“Let me have you.”
“Not yet,” I say, smiling up at him as I wrap my hand around his shaft, causing his hips to buck.
“You’re always teasing me; rarely do you let me return the favor.
” With his eyes locked on mine, I lick the head of his cock, drawing a roar from his lips.
I fluff my wedding dress and adjust it around me as I settle between his thighs and then dip my head and take him into my mouth.
There is nothing teasing in the way I stroke my tongue along his length or the way my head bobs as I take him deeper into my throat.
Gasping and choking around his cock, but I don’t stop, not until his hands close around my arms and I find myself dragged up his body.
“Want you!” There is something inhuman in his eyes as he pushes my legs open, bunching my dress to my waist and tugging my thong to the right.
His breath is ragged, matching my own, but his eyes stay steady on mine as he directs his angry cock to my aching flesh. My eyes flutter to a close as he sinks into me, stretching and filling me. My walls clench hard around the steel of his shaft, pulsing desperately with need for more.
“Wyatt.”
His name has always seemed to be some kind of trigger, a call of sorts to the most feral beast that lives inside of him.
When it leaves my lips, he snaps, flattening me onto the bed and slamming into me like he’s crazed, completely gone, but I’m not too far off.
I sob, clawing at his back as he takes me, completely naked, as I remain dressed.
On our bed. Our wedding night. In my wedding dress.
“Mine,” he roars, and his voice, the possessiveness of his words, make me clench around him. “You belong to me. Mine.”
“Yes,” I sob as my flesh starts quivering from his thrusts. “Yes, yours. More. Please.”
He slams into me, faster and so darn violent the bed creaks.
The headboard bangs against the wall with every fevered stroke, and I feel myself teetering closer to the edge.
I grab onto the sheets, tear at them as pleasure claws between us, threatening to tear through, and when it does, it’s an explosion.
I scream, my pussy tightening hard around his cock, clenching and unclenching rhythmically.
My entire body shakes, and my toes curl with pleasure.
His breathing is ragged as he hammers into me, stroking once then twice before he falls off the edge with me. I sob, arching into him as thick ropes of cum coat my insides. He bellows into the night as he yet again marks me as his.
The spasms remain even when he collapses over me, burying his face in my neck. The heat of his breath sends small zings of pleasure racing through my body, and I force my limp arms around him.
“Your scent is one of the first things I noticed about you too,” he pants into my neck. “It was so unique and I wanted to stop and bury my face in you right there in that store and breathe you in.”
I chuckle at that. “Odd. I wanted to do the same thing that afternoon.” I turn my head and bury my face in his hair. “Now, I don’t have to worry about judgment. Not when I fall asleep and wake up to you every day.”
“I feel the same way too.” He nuzzles my skin and for a moment, we lie in comfortable silence, listening to the distant sound of waves. The sea that brought us together. Tomorrow, we set off for the small island where we shared our first kiss. Our first card game. Our first… everything.
And how perfect is it that we’ll spend our honeymoon on the island where it all began.
~The End
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