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Authors: Crystal Kaswell
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I have all of him.
That's what matters.
The tension inside me builds to a fever pitch. With his next thrust, I tumble into an orgasm.
"Miles," I groan. Pleasure spills through my limbs, all the way to my fingers and toes.
My sex pulses around him, pulling him closer.
He's almost there. I can feel it in the fast movements of his hips, in the way his chest and stomach muscles tense.
He sucks hard on my nipple. Then it's teeth. He bites just hard enough it feels amazing.
I tug at his hair so I can manage the sensation.
With his next thrust, an orgasm overtakes him. He groans against my skin. He digs his nails into my hips. He thrusts into me, his cock pulsing as he fills me.
We stay pressed together until we arrive.
We're here. At the venue.
It has to be perfect. I don't want to wait.
I want to marry him as soon as possible.
Chapter Ten
––––––––
M egara
My eyes go wide. It's perfect.
The courtyard is bathed in bright sunlight. Ribbons of chiffon flow from the altar in the center out to the edges of the room.
Right now, everything is decorated with white and pink. White chiffon, white ribbons, soft pink rose petals.
But it can be purple.
It's going to be purple for our ceremony.
The coordinator, Candy, shows us pictures of other ceremonies they've performed. There are dozens of different color schemes, dozens of styles. Some are busier, louder. Some are simpler.
One is perfect.
The aisle is decked with red rose petals. It's lined with potted roses. The altar is overflowing with red roses. It's so full it looks like it's going to collapse on the happy couple.
It's beautiful.
Like a fairytale.
Miles pulls me into a close hug. I slide my hands under his leather jacket so I can pull him closer. I'm used to the smell of that jacket. It smells like him. Like home.
I blink back a tear. Damn. Look at me. Getting emotional over roses and bows.
"Would you like to see the reception site?" The friendly coordinator asks.
Miles rubs my shoulders over my coat. "I think she needs a minute."
"It's beautiful. You should be crying."
"Princess, I thought I didn't cry."
"You don't cry."
"You want me to cry?" He smiles. "That's cruel."
"Miles." I stare into his piercing blue eyes. "I love you. It's perfect."
He leans in to kiss me. It's chaste for him.
Fuck that. I rise to my tiptoes so I can press my lips to his. I slide my tongue into his mouth. My body is no longer satiated from our limo sex. I need him again.
Now.
I need him every night. Forever.
My heartbeat picks up. I let my thoughts drift away as I follow Candy to the reception site. It's just as beautiful, just as straight out of a fairytale.
The grand ballroom is painted in shades of ivory and silver. And it's decorated with that same rich, red motif. Roses are everywhere. Crimson bows and touches are everywhere.
Candy laughs. "The ceremony this afternoon has a clear theme."
"My fiancée wants everything purple." Miles squeezes me. "The brightest purple you have."
I squeeze Miles's hand. "You really want purple?"
"Of course." He presses his lips to my forehead.
He has everything figured out. He's perfect.
"Any changes you'd like?" Candy asks.
I shake my head.
Miles laughs. "I think that's a no."
They exchange goodbyes. I'm too in a daze to notice what it is they're saying. The decorations will be purple tomorrow.
Rosie will be here. A little piece of her will be here.
Miles waits until Candy is gone. He pulls his cellphone from his jeans and turns to me. "I want to show you something."
"Is it your cock? I'd like to see that again." He unlocks his cell screen, taps it a few times, and hands the phone to me.
"Is it a picture of your cock? That would be quite the curveball."
His smile spreads ear to ear. "Princess, I don't delete my old photos. I'm sure there are plenty of pictures if that's what you're after."
"Good."
His expression gets serious. "Look at the screen."
I do. It's an itinerary. Flights. One from Phoenix to
That's what matters.
The tension inside me builds to a fever pitch. With his next thrust, I tumble into an orgasm.
"Miles," I groan. Pleasure spills through my limbs, all the way to my fingers and toes.
My sex pulses around him, pulling him closer.
He's almost there. I can feel it in the fast movements of his hips, in the way his chest and stomach muscles tense.
He sucks hard on my nipple. Then it's teeth. He bites just hard enough it feels amazing.
I tug at his hair so I can manage the sensation.
With his next thrust, an orgasm overtakes him. He groans against my skin. He digs his nails into my hips. He thrusts into me, his cock pulsing as he fills me.
We stay pressed together until we arrive.
We're here. At the venue.
It has to be perfect. I don't want to wait.
I want to marry him as soon as possible.
Chapter Ten
––––––––
M egara
My eyes go wide. It's perfect.
The courtyard is bathed in bright sunlight. Ribbons of chiffon flow from the altar in the center out to the edges of the room.
Right now, everything is decorated with white and pink. White chiffon, white ribbons, soft pink rose petals.
But it can be purple.
It's going to be purple for our ceremony.
The coordinator, Candy, shows us pictures of other ceremonies they've performed. There are dozens of different color schemes, dozens of styles. Some are busier, louder. Some are simpler.
One is perfect.
The aisle is decked with red rose petals. It's lined with potted roses. The altar is overflowing with red roses. It's so full it looks like it's going to collapse on the happy couple.
It's beautiful.
Like a fairytale.
Miles pulls me into a close hug. I slide my hands under his leather jacket so I can pull him closer. I'm used to the smell of that jacket. It smells like him. Like home.
I blink back a tear. Damn. Look at me. Getting emotional over roses and bows.
"Would you like to see the reception site?" The friendly coordinator asks.
Miles rubs my shoulders over my coat. "I think she needs a minute."
"It's beautiful. You should be crying."
"Princess, I thought I didn't cry."
"You don't cry."
"You want me to cry?" He smiles. "That's cruel."
"Miles." I stare into his piercing blue eyes. "I love you. It's perfect."
He leans in to kiss me. It's chaste for him.
Fuck that. I rise to my tiptoes so I can press my lips to his. I slide my tongue into his mouth. My body is no longer satiated from our limo sex. I need him again.
Now.
I need him every night. Forever.
My heartbeat picks up. I let my thoughts drift away as I follow Candy to the reception site. It's just as beautiful, just as straight out of a fairytale.
The grand ballroom is painted in shades of ivory and silver. And it's decorated with that same rich, red motif. Roses are everywhere. Crimson bows and touches are everywhere.
Candy laughs. "The ceremony this afternoon has a clear theme."
"My fiancée wants everything purple." Miles squeezes me. "The brightest purple you have."
I squeeze Miles's hand. "You really want purple?"
"Of course." He presses his lips to my forehead.
He has everything figured out. He's perfect.
"Any changes you'd like?" Candy asks.
I shake my head.
Miles laughs. "I think that's a no."
They exchange goodbyes. I'm too in a daze to notice what it is they're saying. The decorations will be purple tomorrow.
Rosie will be here. A little piece of her will be here.
Miles waits until Candy is gone. He pulls his cellphone from his jeans and turns to me. "I want to show you something."
"Is it your cock? I'd like to see that again." He unlocks his cell screen, taps it a few times, and hands the phone to me.
"Is it a picture of your cock? That would be quite the curveball."
His smile spreads ear to ear. "Princess, I don't delete my old photos. I'm sure there are plenty of pictures if that's what you're after."
"Good."
His expression gets serious. "Look at the screen."
I do. It's an itinerary. Flights. One from Phoenix to
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