Chapter 3

The day of our wedding arrives, and I couldn't be happier. 

I'm over the moon. It's finally happening. It felt like waiting endlessly for the best day of my life and now that it's here, I just want it to happen so I can experience all the things I've been dreaming of ever since he asked to marry me. 

Tonight will be a full moon, so the date is auspicious. Oddly enough, our wedding ceremony is even smaller than our engagement party. The only guests are Anthony, his uncle Charlie, and some of the staff from our house. Well, the ones who could come. 

Anthony will be the one to walk me down the aisle of the small chapel. I thought I'd go alone but he insisted last minute, claiming that he didn't want me to do this alone. I appreciate him for it even though I don't agree with how he treats Evan. 

We're standing at the door. I'm in my wedding dress, which is a mermaid-style dress that huge my slim body perfectly. The sleeves are made of lace and are long, and I have a long veil trailing behind me. 

It's time to head inside. 

I take a deep, shaky breath, and when I look up at Anthony, I notice that he's watching me with a small wistful smile on his face. He then offers me his arm and together, we walk into the chapel. 

It looks absolutely beautiful and there are flowers on the edges of the pews even though almost all of the pews are empty. I'm not upset that there aren't a lot of people here. All my life, I've been pretty much isolated. I was homeschooled and never went to school, so I never had friends. My friends were mostly the staff and my parents, plus some of the kids that tagged along with their parents whenever my parents threw a dinner or a similar event, and I only ever saw them occasionally. 

So, I don't have a lot of people to invite to my own wedding but that's okay because I have everyone I care for and love right here. 

Evan is standing right at the end, near the altar built for goddess. There's a priest standing next to him, the one that will perform the mixing of our blood to tie our souls together. Evan gives me a once-over and smiles softly at me. I reach his side and Anthony kisses my cheek. "I wish you all the happiness in the world, darling."

"Thanks, Anthony."

We hold hands in front of the priest as ancient words are pored over us. I'm so happy that I think my heart will burst. Tears are brimming my eyes but I've since learned to not hate my tears. The ceremony goes by in a blur for me, and then the fleshy parts of our palm are nicked with a sharp blade and our blood is allowed to flow into the basin of water beneath our hands. 

"I pronounce you husband and wife."

Husband. And wife. The words play over and over again in my mind as we have dinner. It's right after our courthouse wedding, which was pretty short and straightforward and we just had to sign a piece of paper. Now, everything that is mine, is his. 

Nothing can tear us apart. 

Nothing will tear us apart. 

Evan and I are sitting next to each other on the small table in the restaurant that I reserved for us, for this specific moment. Anthony is sitting directly in front of us and he hasn't said a word since the religious ceremony. I'm too ecstatic and lost in my own happiness to bother about him. I'm just thinking about the after. About our honeymoon, which will start immediately after this dinner. 

The hotel I've booked for us is just next door. 

I planned everything meticulously. 

From the moment we met, Evan refused to touch me sexually. We'd kiss and hold hands but that was about it. Now, his hand is resting on top of my thigh under the table, and he keeps going higher and higher, exciting me in ways that I've never been excited before. My skin is crawling and I feel how my nipples have pebbled because they're straining against the bodice of my dress. 

We exchange heated looks throughout dinner, and at this point, I just want to get out of here. 

Uncle Charlie puts his napkin down on the table and stands up, saying, "Well, folks, thank you for dinner. It was delightful but I really should get going."

Evan stands up so I do the same. His uncle kisses my cheek and and then steps back before peering at me candidly. His dark eyes are shining, and he comments, "Why, aren't you the most beautiful thing I've ever seen?"

I blush, flattered. Evan's arm tightens around me and he holds me closer to his body protectively. It makes goosebumps pimple my skin. His uncle then nods at him, congratulates him once more, and leaves.   

Next, it's Anthony's turn. He stands up and approaches us, and Evan immediately tenses up. Still, he remains close to me, and his hand never leaves my back. Anthony says to me, "I see the joy written all over your face."

"Yeah," I say awkwardly, unsure of what else to say. Then, I add, "I'm very happy."

I look up at Evan and he smiles at me, but the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. 

Anthony tells me, "I'm going now. But anything else, you know how to find me." After a pause, he says, "Anything, you call me. I mean it, OK?"

He kisses my cheek before leaving, and then the staff leave. They all smile at me and congratulate me. When they're gone, I pay the bill, and then we head to the hotel. I'm still in my wedding dress minus the veil, which I left in the car. 

We receive the key to our room and then hurry on upstairs. In the elevator, he starts drawing large, lazy circles on my back. They make me shiver because of how warm his fingers are. I look up at him and he kisses me. There's something different about this kiss. It's hotter. More passionate. Suggestive. He's never kissed me like this before.

It's a kiss that leaves me breathless. 

When the door of the elevator opens up on our floor, we rush to the room. My lips are tingling and feel swollen from the kiss. He opens the room and we head inside. His eyes are on mine, and there's a predatory look in them. The backs of my legs hit the side of the bed and I land down on it. My eyes are on his face and my chest is moving up and down. Up and down. 

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment," he tells me. His voice is low and seductive. He starts unbuttoning his shirt. He reveals his chest, which is peppered with hair and is broad. Then, as he goes lower, I catch a glimpse of his narrow waist and taut abdomen. His body is perfect. 

My mouth is dry. I'm breathless. 

Evan slowly lies above me, his eyes searching my face. He then smiles a little and says, "Talk to me."

I hate how shaky my voice is. "I don't know what to say."

"You can start by telling me you love me," he suggests, amusement gleaming in his beautiful eyes. 

"I love you," I say, feeling more relaxed. I lift my hand and run my fingers through his hair. I feel my eyes filling with tears as I say, "I love you so much. So much that it hurts."

Evan tilts his head and sighs. "Oh, princess."

He presses his lips against mine, softly at first. I feel tingles racing down my spine and gathering right in my center. He's firmly planted between my legs and I feel his...member...growing and hardening. I feel it right above my inner thigh. 

Evan kisses me long enough to make me feel needy. Again, he's never kissed me this way before, and because he was my first kiss, I never knew the difference between kisses. Now, I do. While his lips are on mine and his tongue traces my lower lip, his hand roams my body. He moves them up my left thigh and then moves slowly up, running over my breast. I shiver at the contact and he smiles against my lips. "Like that?"

I nod and he laughs. 

"There's a lot more that you're going to like," he murmurs as he kisses along my jawline. I close my eyes as pleasure shoots through me. I find everything enticing, from the way he's touching me to the way his warm breath is fanning my neck as he kisses my jaw. I feel really hot already, and suddenly, the dress feels too tight. 

I need it off. 

Evan trails kisses down my neck, making me whimper and moan quietly. It's incredible how I can feel his kisses in the space between my thighs, and the more he kisses me, the more I want. It's such an addictive feeling. Is there an end to the lust? The desire?

As he kisses my neck, he works on undoing the tiny buttons on the back of my dress. They're hell to remove, but he manages and begins peeling the bodice from my skin. I'm not wearing a bra, so my bare breasts are exposed to him. He eyes them with desire before lowering his mouth to them, sucking and nipping at my nipples. I writhe beneath him, moaning. Beyond my mind with desire. 

Slowly and carefully, he lowers the dress further down my body. Then, once I'm completely naked, he kisses his way up my body, leaving me needy and breathless. I'm soaking wet by the time his lips are back on mine. I hear him undo the buckle of his belt, the sound electrifying me. He says roughly against my lips, "You're the best thing to ever happen to me, you know that?"

"You're the best thing to ever happen to me, too," I answer as he lowers my panties down my legs. He reaches between my legs with his warm fingers and touches me. Something inside of me cracks. Explodes. Nobody has ever touched me between my legs. I had no idea of how good it would feel. I moan his name. "Oh, Evan."

After teasing me with the tips of his fingers, he sucks them. His eyes are on my face as he does it. Afterward, he clicks his tongue and says, "Delicious. Just as I knew you would be."

The night goes by rather slowly. We're a tangle of arms and legs, and when Evan finally pushes into me, I'm so needy that I'm begging him to take me. There's pain at first and then just sweet pleasure that leaves me panting and moaning loudly. Evan pushes into me, telling me how tight I am and how good I feel. It's the best night of my life and I have an orgasm for the first time ever. 

I'm drained after, and I lie in his arms as he strokes my hair. We're both completely naked and sticky. My eyelids are droopy and I close my eyes as my breathing gets steady. Some time after, he kisses may forehead and I hear him say, "I'm sorry, princess."

In the morning, when I wake up, he's gone.