Chapter 82 - He Calls Me His Wife

A/N: Before we begin I'd suggest keeping the song 'Love Me Like You Do' ready, and play it before you start reading the second paragraph. The experience will be unreal, I promise.

Two Years Later

I intertwined my fingers with Rachael's, looking at her and smiling in pure happiness. She smiled back at me, the sight so breathtakingly stunning, I wanted to swoon. She looked beautiful in the white gown we had selected for her, one with a sweetheart neckline, smooth silk material, and a long tail. Mine was very different from hers, with full, laced sleeves, and a laced back, showing a lot of my skin. It had a long tail as well, a bit too long, according to my liking. My dress was studded with white pearls, which complimented the pearl jewellery I wore.

(A/N: PLAY SONG)

Rachael and I both began to walk down the aisle, as the song 'Love Me Like You Do' began to play. Shadrach and Elijah were both waiting for us at the altar, and as soon as our eyes met, the world seemed to come to a stop. Shadrach looked so incredibly handsome in a tuxedo, that I couldn't take my eyes off him. He wasn't wearing a tie, giving him a casual look, but his dark hair was gelled in place, and a bright smile was set on his face. He seemed to be in a daze as he stared at me, almost as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. We both were so madly in love, so completely crazy for each other, that every moment we spent together felt serene. But this particular moment, the day we were getting married, it was truly ethereal.

We reached the altar, and placed our hands in the hands of our grooms. Shadrach took both my hands, looking at me with such admiration, that I felt heat creep up to my cheeks. He slowly brushed a loose strand of my hair away from my face, his fingers caressing the skin of my cheek in the process. Brianna and two of Rachael's friends (our bridesmaids), instantly started cheering, making me blush even more. Shadrach had Simon as his best man, while Elijah had Ash. Everything was so perfect, it felt like a dream. One I never wanted to wake up from.

"You look divine, Butterfly," Shadrach said softly, making me smile. "Like a true Queen."

"I figured I should look like one when I'm getting married to a King," I replied, winking at him. A wide grin spread across his lips, and I noticed his eyes turned glassy. I frowned, cupping his cheek. "What's wrong?" I said softly. "Are you crying?"

"Nah," he laughed, wiping his eyes. "I'm just so... Overwhelmed to be with you. I imagined this a million times, Butterfly, but none of my imaginations can compare to this."

"I love you so much," I said softly.

"I love you more," he replied, pulling me to his chest. Everyone began cheering, and clapping, making me blush and pull away from him.

"Let's begin," Elijah said to the Priest.

"If anyone has any obje-"

"They don't. And even if they do, they can go die," Shadrach interrupted the Priest, making me glare at him.

"Behave," I said softly, punching his arm. He smirked, not ashamed to the slightest.

"Well then," the Priest continued. Our wedding vows began, first Rachael and Elijah's, after which they were pronounced husband and wife. They kissed, and I could barely hold my tears back, feeling extremely happy for Rachael. She rushed to me and hugged me, the two of us almost jumping up and down in excitement. Everyone started laughing, even Shadrach's parents who were staring at us with admiration in their eyes. They didn't necessarily like me, but they figured their son's happiness was more important. Shadrach may or may not have also threatened to kill himself to convince them for the wedding. So they didn't actually have another option.

Then our vows began.

"Do you, Maxon Shadrach Brad-"

"I do," he replied, without even letting him finish. The Priest looked at him like he wanted to slap him, but didn't have the guts to.

"Do you, Alizabeth Zoey Saunders, take Maxon Shadrach Bradley to be your lawfully wedded husband?" He turned to me.

"I do," I replied, staring into Shadrach's gorgeous dark brown eyes. 

"I now pronounce you, man and wife. You may-"

Of course, like he'd wait.

He pulled me to himself and pressed his lips against mine, after which the fireworks started. I smiled against the kiss, wrapping my arms around him, and kissing him back with equal passion. The whole area was filled with cheers, loud music, and basically joy, whilst Shadrach and I were completely lost in each other, not giving a single shit about the world around us.

Shadrach pulled away from the kiss, and his lips touched my ear, warm breath fanning the skin, giving rise to goosebumps.

"I have waited forever to be able to finally call you my Wife. Tonight, as soon as this party is over," he whispered huskily, his hand tightening around my waist possessively, "I'm gonna show you what that means. You'll finally be completely mine, and this time, no one can or will save you. Do you understand, my beautiful little Butterfly?"

He pulled away from my ear, a smirk on his face. I was so turned on by his words, that I did not know how to react. All I could do was gulp, and try to calm my racing heart, while anticipating what the night would bring. Something sparkled in his eyes, and I had a feeling, there would be too many ropes involved. Maybe even gags.

Oh fuck.

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Shadrach picked me up bridal style, and slowly walked up the stairs, staring into my eyes. He stepped inside the bedroom, and I gasped at how beautiful everything looked. The room was exactly the same as the one we had in his previous mansion, the ceiling made of glass, with a million stars shining light upon us. The room had a beautiful scent to it, and it was the perfect temperature, slightly chill, but not too cold. Shadrach gently put me down on the bed, in a sitting position, before he went to close the door. The lighting in the room was also perfect, not too dark, not too bright. To add to the atmosphere, a slow romantic melody was playing in the speakers, and just sitting in that room was enough to make my heart beat pace.

I heard him lock the door, and gulped, feeling heat rise to my cheeks instantly. He walked up to me, standing a small distance away from me. He had already taken off his jacket, and now his hand travelled to the buttons of his shirt. He slowly began to undo them, while staring into my eyes. I blushed and looked away. He stepped closer to me, and roughly grabbed my chin, making me look at him again.

"Eyes on me," he stated, before he let go. He slowly undid all his buttons, making me blink at his toned body. In these past two years, after I went home while being in an official relationship with him, he had definitely spent a lot of time working out. His abs looked more prominent, his chest was more toned, and so were his biceps. He threw his shirt to the side, before stepping closer to me.

"I wanna show you something," he said softly. He then turned around, and flexed the muscles of his back, making me almost drool. My eyes then sat on what he actually wanted to show me, and I noticed there was a small, butterfly tattoo on his back. A gasp escaped my lips, before a huge smile tugged my lips upwards. He turned around, smiling.

"Does it look good?" He asked.

"Well," I laughed. "Doesn't suit your personality, but I know the meaning behind it, so yeah. It made me really happy."

"And that's all I wanted," he smiled back at me, taking my hand and tugging me to my feet. He pulled me to himself, and kissed me, his hands wrapping tightly around my waist, while mine travelled to his hair. He pulled away from the kiss after a moment, his hair disheveled, his lips looking red and fuller.

"Take your dress off, Butterfly," he ordered, and I listened to him instantly. He helped me in removing it, his fingers brushing against my skin in the process, giving me goosebumps. After I was left in my undergarments, he got to my hair. He undid every single braid, and removed every single pearl from the bun, whilst kissing my neck. As soon as my hair was completely loose, he pushed me backwards, making me fall onto the bed. He climbed on top of me, straddling my body, as he pulled me upwards, and closer to the headboard. He placed the pillow under my head, before he once again pressed his lips against mine. His hands travelled up and down my arms, before he caught my wrists and pushed them above my head, continuing to kiss me. He gently bit my lower lip, and I opened my mouth, allowing him to slide his tongue inside, deepening the kiss. I did the same, and I felt his grip on my wrists tightening.

I wanted to make him happy that night, and thus I had done a little reading on his ways. So I began to struggle, trying to get my wrists free from his hold, while kissing him back with as much passion as he was.

His grip tightened a little more, but I continued doing so, a moment later feeling something against my thigh. Now that made me blush intensely, but I didn't stop. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes narrowed at me dangerously. We both were breathing hard, both our lips swollen and red. He looked straight into my eyes, while pressing my wrists tighter against the bed, making a point.

"Why are you struggling so much tonight?" He asked, his voice huskier than usual.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"Maybe," he smirked, before pushing my hands behind my back. "Stay like this, don't move," he said, and pressed a kiss to my forehead, before getting off of me. He went to the closet, and came back with a red, silky piece of cloth, before he once again climbed on top of me. "Now, I know we've never done this before, but I wanna blindfold you. Is that okay?" He asked.

I bit my lip, feeling a chill go down my spine. He raised his eyebrows at me in question, and I took a deep breath, before nodding.

"There's no pressure, my Wife," he said softly. "You're my Queen. I'm not going to make you do something you don't want to. And I won't mind if you say no."

"It's okay. You can do whatever you want," I replied, feeling at easy by his words.

"Okay," he smiled, kissing my forehead. He tied the cloth around my eyes, suddenly making my body feel a lot more sensitive.

"Sh-Shadrach?" I asked, feeling slightly afraid.

"Yes, my Love?" He asked, cupping my cheek. "I'm right here, Butterfly."

"Just-um, don't leave me alone tied up and blindfolded please," I requested. He didn't reply for a second, before I suddenly felt his warm breath against my ear.

"Don't worry, my Queen. I'm not leaving you alone tonight. Not even for a second," he whispered huskily, instantly giving rise to goosebumps on every bare inch of my skin. I felt his fingers trail up my side, the touch so gentle it made me quiver, "Tonight, you're all mine." He pressed a kiss on my neck, and I moved my head away, to give him more access. He nudged his nose against my neck, and I giggled, feeling ticklish, as I covered the spot with my face.

"Hey," he scolded, grabbing my chin, and pushing my face away once again. His lips attached to my neck, making me let out a small moan. He littered my neck with kisses, before moving downwards, towards my chest. His hand travelled to the clip of my bra and he unbuckled it, taking it off. I felt extremely exposed, and I blushed, wanting to hide myself.

"You're so beautiful," he said softly, before he got back to kissing my body. He reached my stomach, and just as I was already expecting it, he attacked my belly button. I was almost about to scream, when he put his hand over my mouth, muffling the sound. He continued on my belly button for a short while, and it was fortunate that my hands were trapped under the weight of both our bodies, or I would have ended up pushing him off the bed.

He then went downwards, and I felt him take my panties off. I shivered, and he instantly noticed, coming back up and cupping my cheek.

"What's wrong, Butterfly?" He asked.

"Nothing," I replied. "I'm just a little..."

"It's okay," he caressed my face, before taking the blindfold off. "Let's lose this. We'll use it some other time, alright?" He said, and kissed my forehead.

"No, I want this night to be memorable for you," I replied.

"Every night I spent with you is memorable for me, Butterfly. Every moment I'm with you is engraved into my mind. So you don't worry about that. This night should be memorable for you, as it's your first time. And I want you to enjoy it to your fullest. I thought you'd like the blindfold, but clearly it's making you a little too sensitive. Plus, I realized I want you to look me in the eye when we're finally into it." I couldn't help but smile at his words, and I nodded. "You're free to do whatever you want with your hands too."

After that, he went down on me, sparking so many different sensations and emotions inside me, that I could not stop moaning. There was a smile on his face the entire time, and he was proud of the way my body was responding to his touch. Finally, he intertwined his fingers with mine, and closed my eyes shut, allowing myself to be marked his Queen, and his Wife, for the rest of my life.

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A/N: I didn't really mean to end that with that rhyme, you know. Nor did I plan half the things that happened in this book. This book was supposed to have a tragic ending, and here we are haha. But I love this one a lot more than any other version I could have turned it into. Thank you so much all of you, for reaching the end. I love you guys, and this wouldn't have been possible without your support. Don't worry, I'm still going to give you guys an epilogue, so for one last time, stay tuned. ;)