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almost feel sweat forming on my chest as my heart fires out its rapid pace.
It’s surreal to be this insanely in love with someone. I can’t think about anything other than
spending my life in his arms.
“Well?” The minister prompts.
“Huh?” I ask curiously, and both sides of the wedding party start chuckling.
Devin smirks before answering my baffled confusion as I shift awkwardly under the humored
eyes.
“He wants to know if you want to marry me,” he smugly responds.
He knows what he’s doing to me, and he loves the fact I’ve tuned out everything just to revel in
his perfection.
“Oh… Yeah… I do,” I stammer out with a touch of humiliation, and more laughter erupts.
So much for that confidence I felt.
I slide his platinum ring on - it has our names engraved on the inside - and I almost pout when it
covers his tattooed wedding band. He smiles excitedly, and continues holding my hand as the minister
turns to him.
“And do you, Devin Cole, take you take this girl, Adisia Titan, to be your wife, to have and to
hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to
love and to cherish; from this day forward, for all eternity?”
“I sure as hell do,” he playfully replies with a sizzling tone, and then he slides my gem studded
wedding band on to join the decadent engagement ring.
The minister coughs upon hearing the crude remark, and Devin jerks me to his body to consume
me in the kiss he hasn’t yet been granted permission to take.
“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may… do as you’re doing,” the man laughs out in
defeat.
Everyone cheers, and Devin smiles against our incredible, long kiss that is almost enough to send
me over the edge.
We did it! I’m married to this perfect man!
“I love you, Adisia Cole,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I love you, husband,” I giggle out.
He scoops me up to carry me down the small steps, and everyone cheers louder as he carries me
back down the aisle. I laugh as I wrap my arms around his neck, and his lips find mine once more.
“We’re married,” he sighs in relief.
“It was perfect,” I giggle out. “Now I have to go change for the reception.”
“I’ll help you,” he smolders.
“We don’t need to break the inn’s beds,” I tease.
“We don’t have to use a bed,” he dares, and my lips sizzle against his as he carries me back up the
stairs.
I never see the hallways full of happy, rejoicing people. I miss all the blushing cheeks. I tune out
all the congratulations. I don’t even know where we are until I feel us crossing a threshold.
My feet find the ground, and he breathlessly pulls back while staring me up and down once more.
“You’re so beautiful,” he exhales in awe, and my cheeks fire up with their red sting.
He slowly slides the zipper of my dress down while kissing the back of neck. It elegantly drifts to
the ground as it slides down my body, and I step out - with my heels still on - to reveal the lacy
number he’s already seen once.
“I’ve been looking forward to being alone with you while you had that on,” he seduces, and then
he jerks me to his body.
I grip his tie to pull him closer, and he unbuttons his shirt while his lips stay glued to mine. The
tie pulls apart in my hands, and I slide his jacket and shirt off in unison so that I only have to contend
with his undershirt and pants.
He grips me tighter as I loosen the belt of his pants, and his hands cling to me with a desperate,
fiery desire.
“People will be looking for us,” I murmur against his delicious lips.
“Let them,” he growls, and then he lifts me up to push me against the wall.
I feel his body begging to pound against mine, but we try not to tear the entire room apart. The
throbbing is almost overwhelming, and his lips are devouring mine.
The poor inn’s room doesn’t stand a chance. He can buy them a new one .
The reception is decorated
It’s surreal to be this insanely in love with someone. I can’t think about anything other than
spending my life in his arms.
“Well?” The minister prompts.
“Huh?” I ask curiously, and both sides of the wedding party start chuckling.
Devin smirks before answering my baffled confusion as I shift awkwardly under the humored
eyes.
“He wants to know if you want to marry me,” he smugly responds.
He knows what he’s doing to me, and he loves the fact I’ve tuned out everything just to revel in
his perfection.
“Oh… Yeah… I do,” I stammer out with a touch of humiliation, and more laughter erupts.
So much for that confidence I felt.
I slide his platinum ring on - it has our names engraved on the inside - and I almost pout when it
covers his tattooed wedding band. He smiles excitedly, and continues holding my hand as the minister
turns to him.
“And do you, Devin Cole, take you take this girl, Adisia Titan, to be your wife, to have and to
hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to
love and to cherish; from this day forward, for all eternity?”
“I sure as hell do,” he playfully replies with a sizzling tone, and then he slides my gem studded
wedding band on to join the decadent engagement ring.
The minister coughs upon hearing the crude remark, and Devin jerks me to his body to consume
me in the kiss he hasn’t yet been granted permission to take.
“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may… do as you’re doing,” the man laughs out in
defeat.
Everyone cheers, and Devin smiles against our incredible, long kiss that is almost enough to send
me over the edge.
We did it! I’m married to this perfect man!
“I love you, Adisia Cole,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I love you, husband,” I giggle out.
He scoops me up to carry me down the small steps, and everyone cheers louder as he carries me
back down the aisle. I laugh as I wrap my arms around his neck, and his lips find mine once more.
“We’re married,” he sighs in relief.
“It was perfect,” I giggle out. “Now I have to go change for the reception.”
“I’ll help you,” he smolders.
“We don’t need to break the inn’s beds,” I tease.
“We don’t have to use a bed,” he dares, and my lips sizzle against his as he carries me back up the
stairs.
I never see the hallways full of happy, rejoicing people. I miss all the blushing cheeks. I tune out
all the congratulations. I don’t even know where we are until I feel us crossing a threshold.
My feet find the ground, and he breathlessly pulls back while staring me up and down once more.
“You’re so beautiful,” he exhales in awe, and my cheeks fire up with their red sting.
He slowly slides the zipper of my dress down while kissing the back of neck. It elegantly drifts to
the ground as it slides down my body, and I step out - with my heels still on - to reveal the lacy
number he’s already seen once.
“I’ve been looking forward to being alone with you while you had that on,” he seduces, and then
he jerks me to his body.
I grip his tie to pull him closer, and he unbuttons his shirt while his lips stay glued to mine. The
tie pulls apart in my hands, and I slide his jacket and shirt off in unison so that I only have to contend
with his undershirt and pants.
He grips me tighter as I loosen the belt of his pants, and his hands cling to me with a desperate,
fiery desire.
“People will be looking for us,” I murmur against his delicious lips.
“Let them,” he growls, and then he lifts me up to push me against the wall.
I feel his body begging to pound against mine, but we try not to tear the entire room apart. The
throbbing is almost overwhelming, and his lips are devouring mine.
The poor inn’s room doesn’t stand a chance. He can buy them a new one .
The reception is decorated
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