Chapter 34

Ana

I’m surprised at my own recklessness.

I’m expected to walk down the aisle for my own wedding in ten minutes. I should be checking my make-up and fixing my hair.

Instead, I’m about to get it on with a man who isn’t my fiancé.

He’s my husband.

I could laugh at how soap opera-sounding my life has become.

As beautiful as my dress is, I wish that Cas would simply wrench it from my body.

And no matter how gorgeous Cas is in his tuxedo, I sincerely wish the same fate upon his clothes as I do mine.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt so excited to marry Yuri.

Cas’ mouth is ferocious upon mine as he lifts me up and pins me against the wall—I can tell he’d love nothing better than to slam me against it as hard as he can, but given our current situation, he resists.

I listen carefully to the sounds from the other side of the door. They seem to be waning—not a good thing. I wonder whether I’ve mistimed this and whether going ahead with having sex with Cas right this very moment is a bad idea.

But then Cas slides his cock all the way inside me, and I forget about my worries.

He somehow manages to grab my thighs, my ass, and my chest—all the while keeping me up against the wall. It’s so exciting and erotic that I don’t see myself lasting long before I come again.

“Cas, Cas, Cas,” I repeat again and again against his mouth as he pounds into me, filling up every inch of me.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Cas pants heavily. He brings a hand down to finger my clit; I arch my back and moan, biting my lip to keep in the sound.

“Cas, I won’t—I won’t be able to keep it in much longer,” I protest, as his fingers circle round and round the sensitive flesh, even as his huge, hungry cock continues to ram into me.

Cas gently sucks on my neck so as not to leave a mark.

“Don’t worry, baby—neither can I.”

There’s quiet all around us now. The only sounds my ears can catch are the sounds Cas and I are making as we desperately fuck each other.

Keeping quiet is getting more difficult by the second. For one crazy moment, I wonder whether it would be worth throwing caution to the wind and making as much noise as I want.

“Careful, Ana,” Cas whispers into my ear, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

Probably because he’s thinking the same thing.

He carries me away from the wall and puts me down on the pew to free his other hand, pulling my knees up to pound into my pussy so hard that I dig into his hand with my nails.

“Can’t—too much, I’m gonna—”

“Then do it,” he dares, eyes gleaming.

I close my eyes and desperately try to hold on. It’s too quiet; I’ll be heard, and then we’ll be found out.

But Cas inside me is too much. It feels too good to be silent.

I open my eyes and glance up at him—a single drop of sweat is rolling down his forehead.

He’s struggling just as badly as I am.

“I will if you will,” I counter.

It feels as if we’ve both gone mad in our lust for each other—we could ruin everything we’ve been working for just because of this moment—but we both know we wouldn’t have it any other way.

My eyes roll back into my skull as I feel myself teetering on the edge of orgasm. I know there’s no turning back now.

I pull Cas down and kiss him fiercely, and then I can’t hold it in anymore.

I cry out as I come. It just feels that fucking good.

At the same time, the wedding march begins.

I can’t believe our luck.

This stupid wedding has literally saved us.

I laugh in a pleasure-fueled stupor as Cas also comes; I can feel his cock pulsing inside me as he unloads his cum into my body, truly filling me to the brim.

And then we stare at each other, heaving and sweating slightly, whilst the wedding march continues to play in the background.

“That’s almost my cue to leave,” I comment, breathless.

Cas runs a hand through his hair to remove it from his face as he laughs.

“I fucking love you, you know.”

I grin as I pull him back down for another kiss. “I may have had a notion.”

Cas’ eyes wander downward to my legs.

“I don’t suppose there’s anything in here for you to…clean me off you.”

I giggle somewhat wickedly.

“Let it drip down my fucking legs. I don’t care.”

“That’s the best answer you could’ve given.”

Cas hauls himself off me then, and I move over to the full-length mirror in the corner to try and appear slightly less disheveled.

Kudos to Cas—my hair has remained perfect. All I have to do is clean up a little smudged mascara from beneath my eyes, smooth out my lipstick, and readjust my dress.

I can already feel the evidence of my tryst with Cas slowly running down my right leg.

It feels fucking wonderful.

Cas walks over to stand behind me, bringing his arms round to rest his hands on my stomach. He places butterfly kisses against my neck that send shivers down my spine.

“Just one more push,” he murmurs. “One more counter-attack against your family, and then it’s just me, you, and baby Andreas.”

“I want to name her Maria.”

I watch Cas’ reaction in the mirror.

“Was my imaginary boat not enough for you?” he jokes, though I can see the shine in his eyes.

I turn and kiss him, running my hand through his hair.

“I think your mama deserves much more than a yacht named after her.”

“And if it’s a boy?”

I pause to consider. “I suppose Mario just doesn’t have the same ring to it.”

Cas laughs softly into my hair.

“I guess we can discuss that at a later date. You know, when we’re not fearing for our lives and preparing to kill your father and fiancé.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” I say, making a face.

Then I turn back to the mirror, inspecting myself one final time. For all intents and purposes, I look every inch the blushing bride.

Especially the blushing part.

“Okay,” I murmur quietly. The wedding march is drawing to a close. “Okay, let’s do this. I can do this.”

Cas spins me around.

“You know you fucking can. You’re Mrs. Andreas—you can do anything. I have faith in you.”

I place a hand on his cheek and smile fondly.

“I love you, Caspian.”

“I love you, Ana.”

And then I know we’ve run out of time, and that I really should have left the room thirty seconds ago.

I blow Cas a kiss as I exit through the door, which he returns with a smile.

Outside the large, heavy oak doors of the main church hall, I take a final, calming breath to get myself composed.

Then I open the door and take my first few steps down the aisle, toward a man who, if all goes well, will cease breathing before the day is done.