The only way to describe it was that I was at peace. Peace had washed over me in waves and I felt like I was floating. I felt so light and airy like I didn't weigh a single ounce and I was just moving with the breeze of the wind.
I felt so powerful like I hadn't just been on my deathbed, starving and thirsty. In fact that was so far away from my memory. I could almost hear soft singing in the distant, that soothed me even more. These beautiful hymns that just drove me further and further to a darkened yet peaceful world.
"Sarafina," a voice called, it was an unfamiliar feminine voice. It felt so light that if I hadn't been so at peace, I wouldn't have heard it.
"Moon Goddess," I responded, as my eyes opened and I looked around to
I let out a deep breath, looking at the beautiful band around my finger as I lightly traced my fingers across Quentin's abs. We had decided to go forth with the wedding. After nearly losing my life, Quentin didn't want to waste any time and as soon as he could, he called upon a couple of pack elders into the bedroom and we had a small informal ceremony.It wasn't my dream wedding but I'll have that at a later stage when I'm feeling better.I'm still not feeling too good, I was still very weak so I'm just laying here, letting Quentin take care of me."What are you thinking about?" he asked me, as I felt his fingers move through my knotted hair and I hissed, slapping his hand away."We need to do this ri
My heart's banging against my rib cage, my palms are sweaty, and no matter how many times Quentin kissed me and told me everything would be alright, I knew that there was a possibility that they just wouldn't be.My mother is the only family that I have left and I can't afford to be arguing with her. I know she'll probably give me an earful about my behaviour at the restaurant but I've long since forgotten that day because I had more pressing matters. Like, oh you know, me dying.I tried to get dressed up for today but I was still too weak and tired. I couldn't walk so I was in a wheelchair, wearing a floral long sleeve maxi dress and a pair of warm fluffy slippers.I sent out one of the pack members to pick my mum up from her hotel a few hours ago and I knew that it would only be a matter of time before the car pulled up and I would see my mother after everything that's happened.&nb
"And who the hell are you?" my mother snapped at him as he confidently strode into the room and walked towards her with his arm outstretched."I'm Quentin Wynverston, your daughter's husband," he introduced himself like that was actually going to help me. If I was able to move around and had the strength to stand, I would’ve probably slapped him silly because this would do more harm than good. My mother would view this as a sign of disrespect.My mother snapped her head to the side, "is that so? So you're the silly English man who kidnapped my daughter and brainwashed her?" she stood from her chair and slapped his hand away, "are you not even the least bit ashamed of yourself?" she snapped at him, "this is my daughter, she's not even 21 years old yet-"He nodded, accepted her backlash, "I understand that you're very upset-""Oh, I'm not upset Quentin, I'm pissed
"Do you think she'll come around?" Quentin asked me as he slowly began to undress me so he could bath me. There really was no need for him to do any of this because I was feeling a lot better but he kept insisting and wouldn't take no for an answer.I raised my arms above my head, letting him take off the dress easily while I stood in front of him in my underwear, "I hope so," I mumbled honestly, concerned about my mother as I thought about how she had reacted once she gained consciousness.She started calling Quentin the devil and swore that this was some “satanic shit”, she also tried to run and when we stopped her, she kept screaming out the Lord's name and promising that she'll pour holy water all "over this bitch". But after the abrupt blow up, she was simply numb and went into more shock. I just sat th
"I really...don't know what to say," my mother broke the silence as we both sat on her balcony, eating the breakfast that the chef had prepared for us. She hadn't said a thing to me this entire morning so I gave her some space by not pushing her and forcing her to say something."I know, I'm sorry," I apologized to her, "but it was hard for me to keep this a secret from you, mama. You deserve to know the truth about the life that I've somehow ended up in.""Are you sure you don't want to leave?" my mother asked me stiffly, her posture uncomfortably rigid as she looked at me with wide concerned eyes and I shook my head."I've accepted this life," I admitted to her, eating everything on the table that was laid out for us.
We didn't leave the bedroom for the next couple of days, hell, I'm not even sure how long we've been in here. All I know is that I didn't want to leave because things were finally good. Everything was just magical and wonderful; the kisses, the touches, the sweet loving strokes. I just couldn't get enough of this man and everything that he gave me.I dug my nails into his back, my head was thrown back as I let out a series of cries of ecstasy as each of his strokes hit me in the perfect spot that was my undoing. I could feel the tears cascading down my face as Quentin growled out words that made my clit tingle in excitement.I'd cum five times ever since we woke up this morning and I don't think I can take anymore but Quentin as stubborn as he always is, wouldn't listen.
Words can't describe how glad I am that even though my life is all sorts of bizarre and strange, my mother is still at my side. Apologizing to her and trying to rebuild our relationship was the best thing that I could've done. I can't imagine what I would've done if she wasn’t here with me. I don't think I would've went through with this because I just wouldn't have the strength to do so."Don't worry, they'll love you," Quentin whispered soothingly in my ear as he kissed me on the cheek and refused to let me go from the hug that he'd given me the second that he spotted me walking towards him. I shivered at the sound of his words in my ear as I closed my eyes momentarily and took in this moment."Ok," I said with a dry mouth as Elisabeth flew up to Quentin's head and propped herself up on his head and I saw him fr
"I don't think they like me very much," I told Quentin as I felt him wrap his arms around me. He stood behind me, pulling me closer to him as we entered the privacy of our bedroom.He placed a kiss right on my mark and I closed my eyes, tightly gripping his hands that had found a home on my stomach, "why do you say that?" he asked me as my eyes looked across his bedroom, taking everything in. Just like the rest of this house his bedroom was just as opulent, large and grand. Everything from his abnormally large bed to the golden windows that if you gazed out of you'd see his entire town."I don't know. Not a lot of people like their stepmothers. Plus, I'm still so young...and now I'm this stepmother to 34 children and the wife and mate of a man who has eight ex-wives...fuck, Quentin."