Epilogue-4

I realized he had taken off his tux probably while I was still too mesmerized by the surprise.. Elegant shirts on him were something I had yet to get used to.. The way it stretched around his broad shoulders, his muscly chest.. I thought I would find it ridiculous because Christian was not one to be fancy.. But instead, I found myself shocked by the tingles between my legs, the burning ache on my fingertips to touch him, to undo his tie and slide my hands further down his chest.. To feel all that masculinity that radiated from him, to undo those buttons and feel his warm skin underneath my hands.. Kiss it, lick it-- The breath I took in almost quivered. I managed to meet his eyes and saw that my husband -- how strange it sounded to think of him as that -- in fact knew exactly what was going through my head. The grin that stretched his lips confirmed that in fact he knew how to read me far too well. "I'm afraid I had to.." He took my hand in his and looked down at my palm.. He touched one of my fingers, another, almost as if he was examining them. "Tonight, I broke thousands of sacred laws.. I took my little wolf for myself." Dark eyes met mine as he brought my hand to his lips, leaving a slow kiss on my finger. "Stole you from your pack.." Another kiss on the finger beside it, and another onto the next one.. "And now I'm going to love you underneath the opened sky, for all the gods to watch.." My body met his when he pulled me closer.. A throaty laugh left me when I processed his words. "And envy me." With a simple lean,  I was pulled into a kiss so eager, I thought he had guessed every thought crossing my mind. Not once could I think straight when his lips took mine.. He wished to blur my mind with that kiss and he succeeded effortlessly. He kissed me with demand and possession, with all the desire his body burned with.. Having me clung onto him each time, desperate for more taste as I kissed him back. I felt light and dizzy and wanton after his kisses.. Those hungry kisses that swirled my mind. "Mm, well, perhaps," I spoke against his lips, running my hands down his hard chest as I stepped back. A hoarse groan left some dark place in his chest when I created more distance, turning towards the water. "this union will anger the gods." I knew very well what every atom of my being longed for, but found amusement in those growls of his, the way he so boldly expressed his frustration when I moved away.. And he was closer again, closer behind me.. It was our wedding night, and yet I still felt the same skip in my heartbeat when he was near, the same rush of my blood through my veins when he touched me, just like that first night I had spent with him. "I think they've punished me enough." He stopped behind me and I held my breath. Touch me, I almost demanded. Kiss me, undress me, take me.. The feel of his breath over my bare shoulder, the innocent kiss he placed there had me close my eyes. My blood boiled with desire. It wasn't normal. It wasn't normal to want someone so much. It was true madness that came upon me whenever he was near. It wasn't proper to behave in such way outside, on the opened where anyone could see.. And yet I almost moaned out loud when he pressed his body against mine from behind.. I almost begged for him to rip that dress off me, to— His arm came around my waist, right bellow my breasts, and I almost arched for his touch.. The large rocks give enough privacy, I assured myself. He should— he should take off my dress now. The breath that left me trembled, my heart pounded against my chest when he toyed with the silky ribbon of my corset, so slowly pulling on it.. I may had played with his impatience, but his attempt to drive me out of my mind was successful too. I could feel his hard length at my back and my hands trembled with the need to reach back, touch him, just so I could hear his raged breath in my ear, the way I did once I pushed back against him.. Leaning my head on his chest slightly— "Enough." His lips pressed against my neck, harsher this time; his hands both over the cleavage of the dress now.. "Enough hiding, enough torture," And a pull was more than enough to rip open the corset, to react to the gasp that left my throat with a growl of his own. "You're my wife now, Lana. Mine." I held onto the dress as his lips moved against my ear.. He turned me around. "I want the world to know that." He was right. We've had enough patience, enough resisting, enough hiding. I had him now, he had me too, and every ounce of control left my body with that mere thought. I intended to show him that lust; the kind that shook my bones and had my hands trembling with the need to touch him. To be touched by him. By a simple tug on the collar of his shirt, I pulled him down closer and put every bit of yearning my body burned with into that kiss. There was always more than just desire when with him.. It was an emotion that my body couldn't escape.. Kissing him, feeling him, and yet still despairing for more.. More of him. I had to step back.. I had to because otherwise, I would've lost myself from the very start. And I wanted to dare the best of him. I wanted to give him the best of me as well.. A step back was enough.. Enough to open my eyes and see the tall man before me; the man of vigor and darkness in every highlight and shadow of his figure, in every line of his muscles.. The power his mere posture held seemed to pour that desire deeper through my veins; the need to temp him until his eyes darkened with that loss of senses.. Still holding my dress, I reached up slowly enough, noticing his clenched fists as I pulled a pin, then another from my hair, and the locks tumbled down my shoulders.. I held my breath, but my eyes suggested enough.. He did a grand gesture for a wedding night.. The least I could do was back it up.. Drive the wildness out of him. When I was certain his full focus was on me, I turned around slow enough to play with his patience, and then simply let go of the corset I seemed to be holding with only one hand at that point, allowing the dress down to the ground.