Chapter 57 Dream Wedding {Part 2}
Her heart continued to hammer against her chest when his thumb brushed away smeared lip gloss from the side of her bottom lip.
Kate looped her arm around his before turning to the crowd and cameras, while smiling widely and posing for the pictures. She felt like being home, after so many years.
He was her home....
After the wedding, she excused herself and went to the dressing room alone to take off her long veil, because it was heavy. She carefully removed the veil from her hair without ruining the hairdo and folded it neatly and placed it inside a duffel bag and closed it.
“Thinking about running away from me?” his teasing question came up from behind her and she was startled by his unpreceded presence. She hadn’t seen him follow her.
“From you? I wouldn’t dare...” she retorted with a shake of her head.
Placing the bag on the floor, she turned to find him leaning on the doorframe, his hands crossed in front of his chest. Slowly he leaned away from the support and walked towards his wife.
“Come....the cameras and guests are waiting for you” he said before giving a quick peck on her lips and leading her out of the dressing room.
As the photo session began, she wore high heels so that she could balance with his height. Unfortunate for her, even the heels on, she only reached up to his shoulders. She regretted her decision of not taking them off before the dance began, because it hurt like hell to move gracefully in high heels.
“My ankles hurt” Kate complained with a cute pouting face when she was dancing with him.
“Then why don’t you take them off?” he asked while raising an eyebrow.
“And look teeny tiny next to you in my wedding album?! No thank you...” she said with a dramatic eyeroll, making him chuckle.
She gasped when he suddenly pulled her closer to his chest and bend down to bring his mouth near one of her ears.
“Tonight.... I have a surprise for you...” he whispered in her ear and she couldn’t hide the redness that colored her cheeks when visuals of what might happen tonight flashed in her mind.
They moved harmoniously over the dance floor, accompanied by Beethoven’s melody played on the piano. He twirled her around thrice and brought her close to him once more. They were lost in the beauty of each other’s eyes as they looked at one another like they were seeing each other for the first time.
Excited little emerald orbs against piercing blue...
A throat clearing they heard broke the spell. It was Winston.
“Can I have a dance with my daughter?” he asked with a polite smile and Marcus passed her to him respectfully before retreating to join the crowd.
Kate and her father stayed close and swayed gently to the whimsical notes of the violin as she rested her head on top of his weak heart. They didn’t speak anything for the entire eight-minute dance because they wanted to cherish the moment in silence and eternalize its beauty.
The beauty of a dying father’s unending love for his only child....
The wedded couple stayed at the chapel till night to attend to the guests, who were powerful leaders of the mafia. After having dinner, they drove to her father’s mansion, where they can confine themselves into their own personal bubble.
The second she took off her heels at the entrance of the house, he picked her up in bridal style and walked up the stairs, into her room. Locking the door behind them, he got them inside the room and lowered her to the floor.
Before she could gather her bearings, he pulled her close and smashed his lips on hers with a groan, like he was dying to kiss her all throughout the day. Clutching the lapels of his tux, she returned the kiss with moans of desperation.
While continuing to kiss her, he removed her earrings and pendant and kept them on the side table. His hand pulled her hair free from the bun, letting the tresses fall across her back.
“White looks good on you” he said after letting go of her lips.
“But it has to go” he rasped while reaching behind her to pull down the zip, careful not to get it tangled with her loose hair.
She took her hands out of the straps and the dress fell to her waist. Unable to control himself, Marcus leaned down and kissed her breasts through the thin white bra she wore, making her whimper at the warm tingles she felt in her tummy.
He kneeled in front of her and pulled down the gown that clung to her waist, all the way to her legs. Placing hands on either side of his shoulders, she stepped out of the gown by lifting one leg at a time. Her body was naked to his eyes that worshiped her, except for her white bra and matching lacy thong.
“Bellissimo” (beautiful) he husked and place a kiss on her hip bone. She gasped and grabbed his thick black locks when he kissed her core that was at his eyelevel, through the thin fabric. They both could smell her arousal.
After placing one more kiss on the same place, he got up and began undressing himself. She assisted him in removing the parts of the suit one by one. When he was stripped down to his briefs, he picked her up again and walked into the bathroom.
Once under the shower, he got both of them completely naked. She squirmed in his hold when his hand kneaded her smooth curves while he cleaned them off all the speck of dust from the long day. Soon the bath was over and he dried both of them and came out by covering each other with towels.
When he fetched her pajamas dress and pants after drying her hair, she was confused.
Didn’t he want to sleep with her?
But she didn’t say anything and allowed him to dress her. He chose to wear sweatpants as usual, from his pile of clothes that he had shifted into her wardrobe last night when they arrived at the mansion. He gently laid her on the mattress before perching at the foot of the bed, next to her leg.
She looked at him with great confusion when he began massaging her feet one by one.
“What?” he asked innocently, like he had no idea what else they had to do.
“Don’t you wanna you know... uhh... c..consummate the marriage?” she stammered, embarrassed in having to ask him to make a move. The massage he was giving to her sore legs felt good but she didn’t expect him to serve her like a queen.
“We will, love.... But not now. You are too tired. When I claim you, I expect you to have much more stamina...” he threw at her crudely and she felt certain places in her body throb at his words.
It was true that she was tired after a long day, but she thought that he would make love to her despite her drowsiness. And she was wrong. He cared for her more than she could fathom.
She yawned when he let go of her legs and moved back to lay next to her.
“Sleep tight Mia cara... coz a surprise awaits you...” he rasped after pulling her closer to his chest and covering them with blankets.
Her body relaxed against his thick muscles, feeling completely at peace in the arms of her husband, who would fight the world for her.