Diesel

There were only twenty guests at our wedding.

The perfect amount.

We were surrounded only by the people we were closest to. There were no paparazzi or prying eyes. We were tucked away on a private beach with just the sunset behind me. I could hear the small waves break against the shoreline.

It was a beautiful day in paradise.

But not as beautiful as the bride who was about to walk toward me.

My father sat beside Scarlet as he stared at me, the pride in his eyes. Everyone else looked at me too, but once Tatum made her entrance, no one would care about me anymore. Without knowing how she looked, I knew she would be the most beautiful thing on this island.

Finally, the harpist began to play, and the ceremony began.

My heart didn’t race.

I didn’t fidget.

I stood with my hands by my sides and waited in anticipation for the greatest moment of my life. Marriage wasn’t something I’d fantasized about as I grew up. Even as an adult, I didn’t care about it. There was no woman who could ever capture my attention for longer than five minutes.

Until I met my future wife.

Now I waited with steady hands, waiting for the greatest gift I would ever receive.

The unconditional love of the most wonderful woman in the world. She was strong as steel, unbreakable like metal, and soft like a rose petal. A woman too good for almost any man, she wouldn’t just love anyone. I was the only one worthy of her affection. I was the only one strong enough to get her to surrender. Now she trusted me implicitly, knowing I would never betray her.

I earned that trust.

Thorn finally guided her away from the bushes that blocked my view of her. I couldn’t describe the way Thorn looked or his expression because I didn’t look at him once. I stared at the woman coming my way, the woman who was more beautiful than a cloudless, starry night. Her shiny hair was in spirals, and she wore a crown full of exotic flowers. Her white dress tight around her waist and full of diamonds. It was elegant and form-fitting, the most beautiful dress for the most beautiful woman.

I felt the emotion in my heart, but I didn’t weep.

Just like my father and my mother, I had found that one special person who had my soul. I would love her every single day until one of us faded from this life. But until that moment arrived, I would cherish her every single day.

Because she was mine to adore.

With every step she took, I felt the connection between us grow. I wanted to yank her from Thorn’s grasp and make her mine already. I wanted to feel the softness of this woman, to promise to love her with everything I had.

My eyes locked on her face, and I saw the moisture that had built up in her gaze. Emotion wasn’t something she wore on her sleeve, but I knew my note would hit her right in the heart. Now she could barely keep it together as Thorn brought her closer to me.

Finally, she arrived.

My bride.

My wife.

The mother of my children.

The other half of my soul.

My everything.

Thorn placed her hand in mine and took a seat.

I felt her pulse in my fingertips, felt the emotion that seeped from her skin. I pulled her toward me and placed my forehead against hers. My arm moved around her waist, and I brought her into my chest, feeling the ache finally die away now that she was mine.

“Aww…” someone said in the crowd.

I finally released her and stood across from her, ready to vow to love her all my life.

She sniffed then wiped her tears away, unable to keep her emotion at bay. “My husband…”

My expression darkened as I stared at her face. “My wife.”

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I had my first dance with my wife.

In the center of the clearing while everyone enjoyed the cake at their tables, Tatum and I danced in a circle of torches with the stars up above. The quiet music played over the speakers, and our eyes were only on each other. Her hand was in mine, and I gripped the small of her back as I took the lead. I pressed my forehead to hers and closed my eyes, enjoying the second happiest moment of my life.

The first was when she said I do.

“I thought I would never find you…” she whispered to me, her gaze shifted down to the floor.

I opened my eyes and stared at the perfect woman in front of me. “I didn’t think I would find you either.”

“And now you’re my husband… I’m in love with my husband.”

“Not as much as I’m in love with my wife.”

She smiled, her eyes bright with the film of moisture. “I don’t have a mother or a father, but I feel like I have everything with you. You give me everything I’m missing. You’ve made me believe in love, hope, and trust…”

“You give me everything too, Mrs. Hunt.”

She smiled wider. “That’s what you’re always going to call me, isn’t it?”

My eyes locked on hers. “Always.”

She moved her face into my chest and swayed with me. “This is the greatest day of my life.”

“Mine too.”

We finished the song together, lost in our joy while everyone watched from a distance. It didn’t seem like they were there at all because it was just the two of us. We barely had a few bites of dinner or cake because we were too busy touching, kissing, or talking.

Thankfully, people left us alone.

When the song ended, I kissed her forehead. “Do you want to stay longer, Mrs. Hunt?” I’d spent the entire day talking to these people as I waited for my wedding. Now that I had my wife, I didn’t give a damn about anyone else. I wanted to retreat to our hideaway, to make love endlessly. I didn’t only want her because I’d been denied her for almost a week.

I just wanted my wife.

“No.” Her fingers twirled the hair at the back of my neck. “I want my husband to make love to me.”

My hand instinctively gripped her dress at the small of her back, hearing the sexiest confession I’d ever heard. When she wore that gorgeous white dress and looked so beautiful, naturally, all I wanted to do was rip it off. “Then let’s go, Mrs. Hunt.” I took her hand and guided her to the tables where everyone was sitting. “Good night, everyone. My wife and I are going to bed.”

“To bed, huh?” Thorn asked, his arm over the back of Autumn’s chair.

I wrapped my arm around Tatum’s waist and guided her away. “Good night.”

People said their goodbyes as we walked off, and when we were finally in the hallway outside our room, the quiet surrounded us. I got the door open and stepped into the presidential suite she’d been enjoying on her own. It’d been cleaned, and now there were rose petals leading to the bed, along with champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries.

Neither one of us cared about any of that.

My hands remained steady as I unbuttoned the dozens of buttons that started at her neck and stopped at the top of her ass. I popped one after another, slowly revealing her beautiful flesh. When I reached the last button, I spotted the white thong underneath the dress.

I took a deep breath in anticipation.

I pushed the dress off her shoulders, watching it fall into a pile at her feet. My hands gripped her arms, and I kissed the back of her neck and the center of her spine. My hands curled around her body, and I cupped both of her tits, my thumbs flicking over the nipples. My breathing was unsteady, deep and hoarse. It was quiet in the room, so I could hear every sound she made, every soft moan that sounded deep in her throat.

My lips brushed against her ear. “Mrs. Hunt, turn around.”

She slowly faced me, still standing in the center of her dress.

My hands explored her slender stomach and her perky ass like I’d never touched her before. She was gorgeous, prettier than I’d ever seen her. From the flowers in her hair to the bracelet on her wrist, she was more perfect than a doll.

I rubbed my nose against hers before I finally kissed her.

It was like the first time I ever had.

My hand cupped her cheek, and I breathed into her mouth, filling her lungs with heat and warmth. I sucked her bottom lip then felt her push my jacket over my shoulders. After one article of clothing fell, the others followed.

She stripped me until I stood in only my skin.

I pulled her thong off her ass and left her heels on her feet as I guided her to the bed.

I’d never been this hard in my life

I laid her on the bed then moved on top of her, her legs opening to me instantly. My hands burrowed into the sheets on either side of her, and I rubbed my dick against her clit. The slickness of her entrance smeared against the base of my cock.

She dug her fingers into the back of my hair and pulled me more completely on top of her, her legs widening farther. She grabbed my base and pointed my cock at her entrance.

I slid inside slowly, greeted by nothing but wet warmness. “Mrs. Hunt…” She was so wet for me, just as aroused as I was. The last week had been torture, but the restraint had been worth it. She’d never felt so good.

“Husband.”

I slid inside until I was balls deep. Our breaths were mutually strained and unsteady. I’d been with her hundreds of times, but this felt brand-new. Now that she was my wife and the only woman I would ever be with for the rest of my life, it felt different.

It felt better.

Being this committed to another person gave me the greatest high I’d ever known.

And the fact that we could start our family that very night made it even better.

My lips trembled against hers as I started to thrust.

“Diesel…” She dragged her nails down my back as she moved her hips with me. “I’m already going to come…”

I’d barely been inside her for a minute, but I could feel her walls tightening. I knew it was her abstinence as well as her emotional investment that made her this way. She was trembling in my arms, eager for more of me.

Thankfully, she was ready. Because I was about to blow.

“God…Diesel.” She tightened around me instantly, her orgasm starting right from the beginning. She was desperate for me, needing my soul as well as my body. Her nails dug deeper, and her eyes gave me the most soulful look of love I’d ever seen. “I love you…” She buried her face in my neck as she rode out the rest of the climax.

I gave my final pumps then released inside her instantly, my moans louder than hers. I gripped her tightly, like she might slip away at any moment. I filled her with more come than I’d ever had, stuffing her with so much it immediately overflowed onto the sheets. Just a simple touch ignited us both, and we were already writhing for each other.

She held on to me like she hadn’t just exploded around my length, and I clutched her just as tightly as I did before. That was a personal best for both of us.

I kissed her softly on the mouth. “I love you too, Mrs. Hunt.”