Epilogue
ISABELLA
Two weeks later…
The wedding bells ring out, signaling the end of the service. I haven’t stopped grinning since I met my husband at the top of the aisle fifteen minutes ago.
The chaste veil does nothing to hide the flames that burn under my skin as his hands clasp mine.
We turn to face our guests, and Raiden allows me exactly three seconds before he practically drags me up the aisle.
I’m going as fast as my six inch white satin heels will take me, smiling at well-wishers as we go. Raiden has a scowl on his face, and he slows down for no one as he pulls me out into the sunshine.
Chiara and Alessia smile broadly at me. I’ve been forgiven for giving them the slip, and I convinced my father to keep them on. They’ll stay in the household for whenever I visit.
“Congratulations, signora.”
Alessia smiles and steps forward hesitantly. I pull her in for a hug. She’s wearing her dark hair twisted into an elaborate plait and makeup coats her cheeks.
“Come on, wife.” Raiden growls and tugs at my hand “Before the whole goddamn congregation catches up with us.”
I give him a look of mock horror. “Do not take His name in vain in a chapel.”
“We’re not in the chapel now, princess, and if you’re not careful I’m going to take you in the chapel right in front of all our guests and the priest.”
I giggle, but the strained look on his face makes me think he might be serious.
We start off across the garden, ignoring the cheers from our guests.
I turn back to see Marcus coming out of the chapel with his phone pressed to his ear and a scowl on his face. Raiden notices too, and Marcus looks up and catches his eye. Raiden pauses, but only for an instant.
“If that’s club business, he’ll have to figure it out himself,” he mutters.
Marcus gives Raiden a small shake of his head and turns away to take the call.
“It’s probably that art collector who was hanging around Danni’s studio,” I say.
Raiden frowns. It’s the last thing on his mind, and I make a note to tell him about it later. They bought a couple of Marcus’s wood carvings and want him to do a feature for some magazine, but Marcus isn’t interested.
“Where are you taking me?” It rained last night, and with every step my heels sink further into the grass.
“To the first place I can find to claim you as my wife.”
I stop as my shoe squelches in the ground, making it hard to walk.
Raiden growls impatiently. “Leave it behind.”
He lifts me up and my left foot comes right out of the shoe, leaving it in the garden like Cinderella. There’re whoops from the guests behind us, and I turn to them as Raiden carries me the rest of the way across the garden.
Charlie, Raiden’s daughter, stalks to the front of the crowd.
Even from across the garden, I can tell her eyes are narrowed as she watches us.
She doesn’t approve of her father’s choice of wife.
Not that she’s said as much, but she doesn’t have to.
Ever since she turned up three days ago, I’ve had the distinct impression that she doesn’t like me.
Maybe because I’m three months younger than her and she thinks it all happened too fast. That no one can fall in love as quickly as we did.
Probably just because she hasn’t found love yet.
Barrels comes up to talk to her and she turns to him. A rare smile lights up her face, and I wonder what the man could have possibly said to make her laugh.
I’ll have to work on that relationship, but for now it’s my husband I’m thinking of as he carries me through the high walls of the renaissance garden.
He sets me down on one of the benches and slides my other shoe off. The scents of lavender and rosemary are heavy in the air and bees buzz nearby, making the air seem hazy.
“You deserve a bed of roses for your first time, princess, but I can’t wait any longer.”
He nestles between my thighs, and I raise my legs to clench them around his waist. He groans as I pull him toward me.
“I can’t either.”
Our lips collide, and our bodies clash together as the urgency overtakes us. I’ve been waiting two weeks for this moment. Two agonizing weeks. We’ve done all sorts of things to each other but never gone all the way.
Now, my body yearns to feel Raiden inside me, to have my husband claim me as his.
He hikes up my wedding dress, pulling at fabric as it rips under his fingers. But we don’t stop. The delicate lace of the veil catches on the wall behind us, and I tug it off my head. It was my mother’s, and I don’t want it damaged. But the rest of the dress I don’t care about.
“You think anyone will come for us?” I ask between kisses.
“Not if they know what’s good for them.”
His kisses move down my throat as his hands tug at my panties. There’s the sound of ripping satin, and they come away in his hand.
My fingers work at his belt, and Raiden groans as my hand encloses his stiff length. He lifts my hips, tilting me to find the angle we need.
“You ready, wife?”
His voice is choked, ragged with lust. My gaze finds his, and in the frenzy of our need, we pause as our eyes lock.
Love flows between us, raw and true and strong. I’m glad I waited for this moment, until we truly belonged to each other.
“I’m ready, husband.”
With a hard thrust, Raiden is inside me. There’s scorching pain, and I gasp as my fingers dig into his shoulder.
Then it eases as he moves with me, and I feel every ridge of his beautiful cock. It’s pure bliss, unbelievable pleasure, more fulfilling than I ever thought possible.
We’re both gasping as he pistons into me, the pleasure welling up inside me until I can’t stand it anymore.
“Raiden,” I cry out, forgetting that our wedding guests are on the other side of the wall.
“Good, princess. Let them know who you belong to.”
I scream his name as he draws me to ecstasy and over the edge.
There’s the sound of cheering from our guests. I should care, but I don’t, and when Raiden moves in faster thrusts, I come again, not caring who hears us.
This time he shudders with me, and I feel his hot release shoot into the back of my womb. Maybe this will be the start of our first child.
I offer a silent prayer for it to be so.
When we’re both spent he withdraws, and sticky cum slides down my thighs. A reminder that I belong to him that I’ll keep under my dress all night.
We’re both breathing hard as we rest our foreheads against each other.
“I love you, wife,” Raiden says, and the new moniker makes me hot all over again.
“I love you too, husband.”
We both grin, and his hand captures my waist.
“We’d better get back to our guests,” I say.
“Not just yet.” He’s got a mischievous look about him as he spins me around and presses me against the wall. Cool air hits my butt as he hikes up my wedding dress.
“Be good for your husband, princess.”
His words make my pussy heat and I bend over, showing him how ready and needy I am. I flick my hair over my shoulder and he grabs hold of it, wrapping it around his fist. My neck draws back just as his cock enters me.
I gasp at the sensation, at how deep he goes. My cheek brushes the wall, scraping dirt and rubbing off my wedding makeup.
I’m supposed to be the perfect bride today, but instead I’m a dirty wife. And I love it.