Chapter 274 Chapter 274

Chapter 274 Chapter 274
The hotel suite was beautiful.
Emma barely noticed.
She'd been aware of leaving the reception after changing into her going-away dress, of the car ride here, of Daniel carrying her over the threshold like some kind of romance novel hero.
Because all she could think about was the secret she was about to share.
Daniel set her down gently in the middle of the suite, his hands lingering on her waist. "You okay? You've been quiet since we left."
"Just taking it all in," Emma said. Which wasn't a lie. "Today was perfect."
"It was." Daniel's hands moved up her back, found the zipper of her dress. "But now we get to the best part."
Emma felt her breath catch as he slowly lowered the zipper, his fingers trailing along her spine. The dress loosened, started to slip off her shoulders.
"Wait," Emma said, stepping back. "I—I have something for you. A wedding gift."
Daniel's eyebrows rose. "You already gave me a gift. The watch, remember?" She had given him a watch. But the baby was her real surprise. The watch was because she felt like she needed to give him in front of others.
"That was the public gift." Emma felt her cheeks heat. "This one's private."
"I like private gifts." Daniel's voice dropped, that tone that always made her knees weak. "Show me. Step out of the dress."
Emma turned, let the dress slide the rest of the way off, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of it carefully, stood there in what she'd been wearing underneath.
White lace. Barely there. A bra that was more suggestion than support, panties that were little more than a scrap of fabric and strategic ribbons. Garter belt. Stockings. All of it virginal white and absolutely sinful.
She heard Daniel's sharp intake of breath.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Em."
Emma turned to face him, saw the way his eyes had gone dark, the way his hands had clenched at his sides. "You like it?"
"Like it?" Daniel's voice was rough. "I'm trying to figure out how fast I can get it off you without tearing it."
"You could just leave it on," Emma suggested, feeling bold.
"Not a chance." Daniel crossed to her in two strides, pulled her against him. "I'm going to take my time with this. With you."
His mouth found hers, hot and demanding. Emma melted into him, hands fisting in his shirt. She could feel the evidence of how much he wanted her pressing against her stomach, hard and insistent.
Daniel's hands were everywhere. Sliding up her sides, cupping her breasts through the lace, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they peaked. Down to her ass, squeezing, pulling her tighter against him.
"Bed," he growled against her mouth. "I want this time to be on the bed because if we wait, I might just take you standing up."
Emma let him walk her backward, felt the mattress hit the back of her knees. But Daniel didn't let her fall. Instead, he turned her around, pressed her face-down on the bed.
"Stay there," he ordered.
Emma heard him moving behind her, the rustle of clothing being removed. Then his hands were on her again, running up the back of her thighs, over the curve of her ass.
"Do you have any idea," Daniel said, his voice low and dangerous, "how hard it's been not to touch you all day? Watching you walk down that aisle in that dress, trying to imagine what was underneath? But this beats anything I might have guessed. Knowing that tonight, you'd be mine?"
"I've always been yours," Emma breathed.
"Damn right you have." His hands found the ribbons on her panties, tugged. "But now it's official. We will make love for the first time with you carrying my name."
The panties came off. Emma felt the cool air against her heated skin, felt herself clench with anticipation.
Daniel's hand came down on her ass. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make her gasp.
"You've been teasing me," he said. "All night. Telling me you had a surprise. Making me wait. I like my gift very much."
"I… This isn't…" Emma managed. God, they didn't play like this often, but she liked it when he got dominant. Nothing got her hot faster.
"This isn't what…?" Another smack, on the other cheek this time. "Mine? Oh, I think it is. And I can't wait to taste it."
"Yours," Emma agreed.
He brought her to her knees.
She felt him move, felt the mattress dip as he knelt behind her. Then his mouth was on her, hot and wet.
Emma cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets. Daniel's tongue was doing things that should be illegal, licking and sucking and driving her absolutely insane.
"Daniel, please—"
"Please what?" He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against her most sensitive places. "Tell me what you want, Em."
"You. I want you. Inside me. Please."
"Not yet." His mouth was on her again, relentless. "I'm not done tasting my wife."
Wife. God, the way he said that word.
Emma was shaking, pleasure building and building until she couldn't hold back anymore. She came with a cry, her whole body tensing and then releasing.
But Daniel didn't stop. Didn't give her time to come down. Just kept going, kept licking and sucking until she was coming again, harder this time, his name torn from her throat.
"That's it," Daniel murmured, pressing kisses to the inside of her thighs. "So fucking beautiful when you come for me."
Emma couldn't form words. Could barely breathe. She felt Daniel move up her body, felt him unhook her bra and slide it off. Then he was rolling her over onto her back, settling between her thighs. He left her thigh high stocking on.
He was completely naked. All hard muscle and smooth skin, the scar on his back hidden from view, but Emma knew it was there. A reminder of what he'd sacrificed for her.
"I love you," she said, reaching up to cup his face. "So much."
"I love you too." Daniel pressed inside her, slow and steady, filling her completely. "My wife. Mine."
Emma wrapped her legs around his waist, pulled him deeper. They moved together, finding their rhythm, the one they'd perfected over months of being together. But tonight felt different. More intense.
Daniel's hand found hers, threaded their fingers together, pressed their joined hands into the mattress beside her head. His other hand slid under her ass, angled her hips so he could go deeper, hit that spot inside her that made her see stars.
"Daniel—" Emma was close again, could feel it building.
"Not yet." His voice was strained. "Wait for me."
"I can't—"
"You can." His pace increased, harder now, faster. "Hold on, Em. Just a little longer."
Emma bit her lip, tried to hold back, but it was too much. The feel of him inside her, the way he was looking at her like she was everything, the knowledge of what she was about to tell him—
She came with a scream, her whole body arching off the bed as her pussy milked his cock. Daniel followed a second later, a groan ripping from his throat as he pulsed inside her.