Page 86 of The Bratva's Auctioned Bride
“Like it? No, no, I think you should let me take you upstairs and rip it from your body with my teeth,” I growl softly. “I want to do reckless things with you, princess. Let me steal you away?”
Her cheeks glow bright pink, and she bites her lip. “Later. I might let you do that,” she whispers, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me.
But then our family surrounds us, everyone talking at once, pulling us away from each other to hug us and congratulate us as they lead us outside to join the party. Our celebration. Our perfect wedding day.
There are drinks, including champagne to start, but soon someone brings out tequila. We eat incredible food, served in courses with dancing in between, and Jaroslav gives a long speech that makes everyone laugh. Of course, he makes sure to threaten me again, but this time with a smile.
Although I reckon he means it.
Just before dessert is served, I steal the microphone and stand in the center of the dance floor with a spotlight on me.
“Angel, my princess.”
The guests grow quiet, and everyone looks from me to my beautiful wife.
“I don’t know how I got so lucky, that you chose me, that you have decided to live your life with me—but I promiseyou this: there won’t be a day that goes by where you won’t be smiling. And if you get sad, I’ll fix it. I you have a dream, I’ll chase it with you. If you decide you want to swim in the middle of the night, I’ll grab us towels and follow you. I will follow you anywhere. And I’ll take you on adventures you can’t even imagine. You are my entire world now, and everything I do from this day forward is to make you happy. Because I love you, and with each passing moment, all I can do is love you more. Please, come dance with me.”
Angelika stands, making her way from our table to the dance floor with a spotlight glittering against her dress. I hand the microphone away and scoop her into my arms as the music plays and the world around us disappears.
It’s the perfect night to celebrate the perfect day.
As the next song begins to play, she looks up at me, smiling. Guests slowly join us on the dance floor, filling it up, laughing, dancing, and having a good time.
“I was thinking, before they get us to cut the cake, if you wanted to come with me to look at something in the pool house?” I grin.
“Why, what’s in the pool house?” she giggles.
“It’s something very important. I can’t really tell you about it, I have to show you,” I say sternly.
“That sounds very serious…also…veryreckless. Do you think we should go now?”
“Oh yes, it’s urgent. We should go right away.”
I take her hand and pull her from the dance floor. Slipping out the side of the tent, we laugh as we sneak away from our own wedding party.
The pool house is dark except for the pale pink light shining beneath the water.
As the water moves, it creates beautiful pink ripples on the ceiling.
I pull Angelika into my arms and hold her against me, continuing our dance, in private, this time, letting my hands roam freely over her body as her lips find mine in the quiet solitude of our escape.
My fingers drift over her waist, down her thigh, and beneath the slit of her dress.
My cock is already hard. Rock hard and throbbing with need that I’ve been fighting all night.
She gasps against my mouth as I brush my hand over her lace panties, hooking my fingers beneath them and pulling them to the side so that I can dip my fingers inside her.
“This pussy is mine, angel, do you understand?” I growl.
“I do,” she gasps, her chest heaving as I push my finger deeper into her.
I take a step, forcing her to step with me until we’re up against one of the indoor sofas positioned around the pool. In the distance, we can still hear the music of our party, and Angel glances toward it. “Someone might come in, or see us through the glass,” she murmurs.
“Let them watch,” I say, lifting her in my arms and sitting down with her on my lap.
I push her skirt open, letting it hang around her with her legs spread over me.
She rocks forward against my cock, making me groan with pleasure.
