ISABELLA’S POVThe fluttering feeling of happiness coupled with the sound of champagne been poured in glasses, along with glasses clinking made my day even more beautiful, it was my fucking wedding!I looked into the eyes of Raphael, my husband, as the feeling doubled and then something else started to float, the effect of one too many glasses made me bite my lips in response, my eyes travelled up the arms of Raphael, the feeling multiplied.Raphael, who had been laughing at a joke been told looked at me and his whole expression changed. His gaze carried a desire that made me crave him instantly, He brought his hand around my waist and made me lean into him as his tongue brushed against the lobe of my ear, my body responded to the action and I clenched my thighs instinctively.“ Does, Mrs drake want to leave?” he asked me and while my mind felt guilty for leaving my own guests at my wedding but I wouldn’t be the first, right?I shamelessly nodded my head.“ only if you tell me exactl
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