Wedding Night
**Petros**
When the music began, and she appeared on the path of white petals, my heart, accustomed to corporate battles and ruthless strategies, stopped. It wasn’t just because of her beauty—though it was impossible to ignore it or the radiant smile that lit everything around her. It was because of what she represented.
Liandra was my choice, redemption, and promise of a life that once seemed impossible.
When she reached the altar, each of her steps etched into my memory, I took her hand. She looked at me with those intense eyes that always challenged and embraced me simultaneously, and for a moment, the world disappeared.
The officiant began the ceremony, but I barely heard the words. My focus was on her. On the vows she spoke, her voice steady but emotional, as she promised to be my partner, my wife. When it was my turn, the words came more easily than I had expected.
She smiled, and I realized my voice had faltered on the last phrase. It didn’t matter. The sparkle in her eyes was the only response I needed.
After the “I do,” the kiss came as a seal, and the sound of applause and laughter around us was a distant echo. All that mattered was that, in that moment, it was just the two of us, finally free from all the chains that had bound us in the past.
**
The reception was in full swing, exactly as Liandra’s mother had dreamed—and, to be honest, surpassing any expectations. The music vibrated, laughter filled the air, and toasts were made in our honor. But for me, the highlight of the entire evening wasn’t the glow of the lights or the sophistication of the dishes served. It was Liandra by my side, stunning and radiant as ever, with a smile that could stop time.
She had chosen to invite Vincent, and honestly, I didn’t mind. The most important thing that day was that Liandra was now my wife. Meanwhile, he was there with Isadora and Thomas, the three of them seemingly immune to any judgmental looks their unconventional manners drew. Whatever had existed between Vincent and me before now seemed irrelevant. The woman he had lost was the same one who now shared my last name, and that alone was enough to close any dispute.
As we danced, Liandra’s eyes sparkled with joy and complicity. She looked genuinely happy.
When the night wore on, I pulled her close on the dance floor, holding her firmly by the waist as I whispered in her ear:
“The party’s amazing, I won’t deny it. But we have an early flight tomorrow… and I still plan to make the most of our wedding night.”
She laughed in that way that always swept me off my feet, tossing her head back slightly before meeting my gaze with a look that mixed amusement and desire.
“Alright, Kouris,” she replied with a mischievous smile. “I think we have a plan.”
Without fanfare, we left the party, slipping quietly through the side exit to avoid the flashes of cameras and the more curious guests. Our driver was already waiting for us, and within minutes we were at the mansion, where everything had been prepared for our arrival.
As we entered, I felt the familiarity of the place but also the novelty it now represented. The mansion wasn’t just my house; it was the home I would now share with Liandra.
We went up to the bedroom, where a trail of candles and rose petals awaited us. She paused at the door, admiring the setting with an enchanted smile.
“You really thought of everything, didn’t you?” she said, turning to me.
"I always think of everything when it comes to you, Liandra," I said, pulling her into my arms. "This night, this house, this future... it's all ours now."
She sighed against my chest before looking up at me again, her eyes shining as brightly as the candles around us. Her lips, always inviting, led me to kiss her, captivated.
What began as a tender kiss quickly deepened, growing more passionate. Soon, we were kissing with a fervor that left me completely aroused. Liandra's hand moved to my hair, and our heads tilted in opposite directions, creating a perfect alignment of our mouths.
The kiss grew hotter as I gently laid Liandra onto the bed, positioning myself beside her and letting my hands wander to her breasts, kneading them. Liandra responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and holding me tightly, as if afraid I might pull away. Taking my time, I removed her dress, revealing her body to my hungry gaze.
As my hands caressed her perfect backside, I noticed the breathtaking thong she wore, which only heightened my excitement. Overcome with desire, I removed the tiny garment, letting my hand explore the valley between her legs, feeling the wetness her arousal had caused. Liandra parted her legs, allowing my fingers to slide into her core and tease her swollen clit.
But that wasn’t enough—not when I could have so much more. Slowly and teasingly, I lowered my head to her chest and alternated between kissing and sucking on her hardened, eager nipples.
After devoting attention to her breasts, I began a trail of kisses down her body, finally settling between her thighs. Wasting no time, I knelt before her, burying my face in her heat and pleasuring her with focused dedication. The sight of her reaction made my desire surge.
"Aaaahhh... so good!" Liandra cried out as she reached a climax that left her trembling and sitting upright on the bed.
While she seemed to recover from her powerful orgasm, I quickly rose from the bed, shedding my clothes in a rush, desperate to be inside her again. With my hardness ready, I rubbed the tip of my length against her delicate folds before thrusting into her in one fluid motion.
"Aahh... aahhh, I... more... don’t stop…" Liandra moaned incoherently.
"I’m not stopping, love," I murmured into her ear, moving within her tight heat.
My movements grew more intense as the climax approached, her moans driving me wild with desire. In one final, deep thrust, I spilled into her and collapsed beside her on the bed, my heart pounding uncontrollably in my chest.
"Have I told you I love you?" I asked, pulling her close against me.
Liandra rested her head on my chest, and I could feel the smile forming on her lips at my rhetorical question.
"I don’t think you’ve said anything about that in the last hour," she teased, the smile still lingering.
"Maybe it’s because I was buried deep inside you," I replied mischievously. "And before you say my mouth was free, I’ll argue—it was busy kissing your cheeky lips."
Liandra laughed loudly and raised her head, looking at me with happiness written all over her face.
"I love you, Kouris," she said, peppering me with kisses.
"I’m the happiest man in the world today," I declared without hesitation.
"And you’ve made me the happiest woman," she replied.