One week had passed, and the anticipation had built up to this moment.
A resounding knock echoed through the door as Lynda's impatience got the better of her. "Are you done?" she called out.
Startled, I swiftly wrapped a towel around myself, my heart racing. The door creaked open to reveal Lynda's expectant face. "Yes, I'm done," I managed to reply.
"Did you manage to shave?" Camilla's voice chimed in from behind Lynda.
"Yes," I answered, my cheeks flushing slightly.
"Everywhere?" Lynda's question caught me off guard.
REBECCAMoved by his vulnerability, I closed the distance between us, my hand finding solace on his racing heart. "It's alright, Artemy. There's no need to force it. Just be yourself. That's all I want.""Did I ruin the proposal?" he questioned, his brow furrowed with concern.With tenderness, I pressed a brief kiss to his lips. "No, not at all. It's perfect so far. Just speak from your heart. That's all that matters."He nodded and stepped back slightly, only to gracefully kneel before me.Overwhelmed with emotion, I brought a quivering hand to my lips, holding back tears that welled up.
REBECCAArtemy's touch, even through the thin barrier of my lingerie, set me on fire. His deliberate movements over my most sensitive areas sent shivers of ecstasy up my spine. The pressure against my clit had me arching my back, helpless against the waves of pleasure that surged within me.With each purposeful touch, he pushed the boundaries of my restraint. The lace fabric yielded to his intent, and his finger delved into my wetness, a torturous tease that left me whimpering and aching for more.His voice, a mixture of desire and satisfaction, resonated in my ears. "You're already so wet for me, kitten," he purred, his words a potent aphrodisiac that intensified my need.Artemy's single finger b
REBECCAMy body stirred, awakening slowly from slumber. The distant symphony of birdsong serenaded my senses, infusing a tranquil aura into my awakening. As consciousness graced me, I found myself enveloped in a cocoon of warmth, a secure haven.Artemy's arm draped around me, a protective and almost possessive gesture as we lay entwined. Spooned against his form, I reciprocated with a gentle touch, my hand finding its place over his. A serene smile adorned my lips as his fingers danced over my exposed skin beneath the soft embrace of a blanket, a silent testament to his caring watch over my rest.Shifting within his embrace, I turned to meet his gaze. His eyes already fixated on me, his countenance radiating tranquility.
REBECCA"I didn't imply that," Lynda's reply held a hint of defensiveness.As the conversation twisted, Brayden interjected, injecting a new layer of reality. "Technically, it's not yet legally binding. Formal paperwork needs signing, and there were no witnesses," he explained matter-of-factly.Artemy's irritation escalated, his temper simmering just beneath the surface. "Excuse me?" His growl was potent."The legality necessitates documentation, and you lacked witnesses to validate the union," Damian clarified, his voice adding gravity to the situation.Lynda, seemingly nervous, fidgeted with her lips, a gesture that didn't go un
REBECCAI drew in a deep breath, tempted by his proposition. The idea was enticing, but I shook my head, reminding myself of the situation. "No, because that wasn't the purpose of bringing me here. After you explain everything, perhaps we can adjourn to our room, and you can have your way with me.""Hmm…sounds like a reasonable arrangement. Although you might find walking a challenge tomorrow. Does that prospect appeal to you?"His persuasion was relentless, making it increasingly difficult to resist his allure. Turning within the circle of his arms, I smiled at the unabashed grin on his face. Leaning in, I pressed my lips against his in a deliberate, unhurried kiss before drawing back."Yo
REBECCATrembling, my hands sought stability as I drew in deep breaths. "So, the concept of innocence is irrelevant to you. You're driven solely by your wants and the actions required to achieve them. Could that render me a villainous figure? Conceivably. Do I possess concern? None whatsoever. However, does your opinion matter to me? In that regard, yes."A shaky hand reached for my lips as I shook my head, struggling to articulate my thoughts. His chuckle rumbled low, his hurt palpable when my voice faltered."Go on. Say it, Rebecca. I'm a fiend. Your spouse is a executioner," he provoked.Once again, I denied his assertion with a shake of my head.
REBECCA"Will you accompany us?" I turned to Nona, a pout forming on my lips.She shook her head gently. "Lynda will be by your side. I'll stay back and ensure everything is ready for the grand homecoming."Nona theatrically pressed her palm to her forehead, a sigh escaping her lips, a gesture reminiscent of Lynda's dramatic flair. I rolled my eyes, familiar with such antics."So much to prepare," Nona sighed contentedly, her expression serene."While Mommy is busy, we'll welcome the baby into the world. Fair trade," Lynda chimed in with her characteristic cheekiness.
REBECCAAs the waves of contractions surged through me once more, their intensity shattered any semblance of control I had. My stifled cry transformed into a resounding bellow, my fingers clenching around Artemy's hand, the agony carving its mark into every fiber of my being.It dawned on me that I might have been squeezing his hand with an almost superhuman force, perhaps even to the point of inflicting pain upon him. I caught glimpses of his wincing reaction, a testament to my unintentional grip.Amidst this haze of pain, a fresh surge of agony emanated from my lower abdomen, as if my very core threatened to rupture at any moment. The searing discomfort triggered another exclamation, this time a mix of "Ouch" and a prolonged "Ahhhh," the raw anguish pushing me i
REBECCAI writhed against his thighs, seeking relief, but he chuckled softly before withdrawing."Such explicit language, my kitten," he chided playfully, his gaze locked on me. "I wonder how best to tame it.""Artemy... I need you.""No, my kitten, the moment is mine now," he declared, a smug grin curving his lips as he gazed down at me.With deliberate purpose, Artemy stepped back, shedding his shirt in a haste that verged on impatience."Shed your dress," his command was clear.Obeying without
REBECCAWith a mere utterance, I tentatively slipped my hand between my thighs. Artemy's gaze flared, and I swallowed audibly. Wetting my lips, I applied a gentle pressure to my center.My back arched involuntarily, a moan escaping me as I began to stimulate my clit. Artemy adjusted his position, his gaze unwavering and intense.A surge of electric pleasure surged through me as I inserted a finger, my chest heaving with each breath as the pressure within me intensified.Thumb circling the sensitive nub, I introduced another finger, my hips responding with a forward thrust. I circled my clit with greater fervor, striving to push myself over the edge.
REBECCAMy pulse quickened as Artemy drew me onto his lap. I nibbled on my lower lip, sensing the warmth rising to my cheeks under his intense gaze. His eyes tracked my every move, their desire seemingly intensifying by the moment. He exuded an undeniable allure at that very instant.Out of my peripheral vision, I caught Lynda's beckoning gesture. "Looks like it's time for our inaugural dance," I murmured softly.Artemy cradled me against his chest, rising from his seat in one fluid motion. He carried me to the dance floor's center and gently placed me on my feet. I draped my arms around his neck, drawing myself closer to him.His hands found my hips as the music started, and we began our dance. T
REBECCARaising my eyes to meet his, my fingertips brushed over his chest, the cadence of his fervent heart beneath them. "This is my pledge to you, Artemy Loskutov. Your love is my anchor, my wellspring of strength. I promise to pour forth my affection from now until eternity's closure. I vow to nurture, to confide in your love, to be what you require, ensuring your emotions are perpetually considered. I pledge to express my love and reverence. I yearn to share my days alongside you. I, Rebecca Cavalieri, commit to embracing you as my husband, to love, honor, console, and cherish you from this day onward. We meld as one, an eternal unity."Savoring the anticipation, I formed my final words. "This vow emerges from the depths of my heart, a pledge to you.""May we
REBECCAMy heart quickened its tempo at the sight that unfolded before me. In that moment, nothing else registered; the entirety of my focus was consumed by the figure stationed at the far end of the aisle.Each step toward Artemy stole my breath away, the journey itself a blur as his gaze anchored me. His eyes, a striking bluish steel hue, bore into me with unwavering intensity, tracing my every movement, my every advance.His attire adhered to his usual black suit, save for the addition of a golden tie. His hair lay sleek against his head, a few days' worth of stubble lending him a rugged allure. I had insisted he forgo shaving, as it heightened his appeal.His eyes remained locked onto mine as
REBECCA"Alright, close your eyes, my dear," Camilla's voice was a gentle whisper, tinged with excitement. I could detect the joy in her tone, and it ignited a matching smile on my face. With a mixture of anticipation and unsteady legs, I complied, shutting my eyes."Are you all set?" Lynda's voice carried an air of eager anticipation."You guys didn't transform me into a clown, did you?" I quipped playfully.Their laughter resonated in the room, eliciting giggles from me. At last, I opened my eyes, blinking as the world before me came into focus. Then, a gasp escaped my lips, involuntary and genuine."You are an absolute vi
REBECCAThree weeks had passed since that pivotal moment. Artemy's arm drew me toward him, enveloping me until I was nestled against his warmth, almost melding into him. His strong arms encircled my waist, and I pressed myself against him, my head finding its place on his shoulder. As if seeking solace, one of my legs draped over his hips, and his grip on my thigh was both firm and possessive.In the cocoon of his embrace, I inhaled his scent, the rhythmic cadence of his heartbeat serenading me. His touch traced indistinct patterns across my back, each stroke a balm to my senses, lulling me into tranquility.Amid this intimate connection, his voice, a soft caress, brushed against my ear, breaking the spell of silence. "Where shall we journey for our honeymoon?" Hi
REBECCAI descended the stairs, greeted by the heartwarming scene of Lynda, Bernadette, and Camilla gathered in the living room. Bernadette's knees were engaged in a rhythmic bounce, Princess nestled on her lap, their interaction an attempt to amuse the small canine companion.As my gaze swept over the tableau, an involuntary smile etched its way across my face. The unexpected sight before me was a testament to the depth of these connections.Aunt Bernadette, the role seemed incongruous at first glance. The transformation was astonishing - Bernadette, once reserved and distant, had evolved into a devoted aunt. This facet of her, while not frequently displayed, radiated a clear and undeniable fondness for Cevia.
REBECCAI roused from slumber to find the expanse of the bed empty beside me, an unexpected void that jolted me into alertness. Swiftly, I elevated myself into a sitting position, my eyes grappling with the persistent morning radiance as I blinked away the remnants of sleep.Emerging from the covers, I navigated my way toward the crib stationed nearby, only to discover it vacant, devoid of the presence I anticipated. My recollection painted a picture of Artemy embarking on his early morning ritual to tend to Cevia. Had they not returned to the comfort of our shared sanctuary?While enveloping myself in a robe, I embarked on a trajectory towards the bathroom, swiftly tending to the ritual of dental hygiene and facial invigoration. With my hair haphazardly ensnared