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The Wedding Night — This scene takes place on Cassius and Lola’s honeymoon night.

Content Warning: Explicit sexual content between consenting adults

The honeymoon suite was obscene.

Cassius had booked the entire floor—because of course he had—and the bedroom alone was bigger than my old apartment. White silk sheets. Rose petals scattered across the bed. Champagne chilling in a silver bucket by the window.

But I wasn’t looking at any of that.

I was looking at my husband, who was standing by the door with an expression that made my knees weak.

“Take off the dress,” he said.

“We just got here. Don’t I get a tour first?”

“You’ll get a tour.” He crossed to me slowly, predator-stalking-prey slow. “After.”

“After what?”

He stopped inches away, his fingers finding the zipper at my back. “After I’ve made you come so many times you forget your own name. After I’ve christened every surface in this suite with your screams. After I’ve reminded you exactly who you belong to.”

“I just married you. I think I remember.”

“Do you?” The zipper slid down, cool air kissing my spine. “Then tell me. Who do you belong to?”

“You,” I breathed.

“Wrong answer.” He pushed the dress off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet. “Try again.”

I stood before him in nothing but white lace—the lingerie I’d chosen specifically for this moment. His eyes raked over me, dark and hungry.

“Who do you belong to, Mrs. Thorne?”

Mrs. Thorne. The words sent a shiver through me.

“My husband,” I whispered.

“Better.” His hand closed around my throat—gentle, possessive, exactly the way I needed. “Now get on the bed. I have plans for you.”

“What kind of plans?”

He smiled. That dangerous smile. The one that meant I wasn’t going to be able to walk tomorrow.

“The kind that take all night.”

I’d never been more nervous in my life.

Which was ridiculous. I’d been with Cassius for six months. We’d done things that would make a porn star blush. There wasn’t an inch of my body he hadn’t explored, claimed, worshipped.

But tonight was different.

Tonight I was his wife.

The ceremony had been perfect. Small, intimate, just close friends and family on a clifftop overlooking the Pacific. My father had walked me down the aisle with tears in his eyes and a warning for Cassius that had made everyone laugh. Mina had ugly-cried through her entire maid of honor speech.

And Cassius… Cassius had looked at me like I was the only thing in the universe that mattered.

Now we were alone. Finally, blissfully alone, in a honeymoon suite that cost more per night than most people made in a month.

He’d told me to get on the bed.

I’d obeyed.

CASSIUS

She was a vision in white lace.

Spread across the silk sheets, her dark hair fanning around her like a halo, her chest rising and falling with quickened breath. The lingerie left nothing to the imagination—sheer cups that showed the pink of her nipples, a thong that was barely more than a suggestion, a garter belt that made my mouth water.

My wife. This exquisite creature was my wife.

“You’re staring,” she said.

“I’m appreciating.”

“You always say that.”

“I always mean it.” I shrugged off my jacket and began working on my cufflinks. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to get through that reception? Smiling and shaking hands and making small talk, when all I wanted was to get you alone and—”

“And what?”

I set the cufflinks on the dresser and started on my shirt buttons. “And remind you who you married.”

“I married Cassius Thorne.” She propped herself up on her elbows, watching me undress with hungry eyes. “CEO. Control freak. The man who makes me come harder than anyone ever has.”

“That’s a start.” I pulled off my shirt and went for my belt. “But tonight, I’m not just Cassius Thorne. Tonight, I’m your husband. And a husband has certain… responsibilities.”

“Like what?”

“Like making sure his wife knows exactly how cherished she is.” The belt hit the floor. “Like spending hours learning all the new ways her body responds now that she wears his ring.” I pushed down my pants and boxers, letting her see how hard I already was. “Like fucking her until she can’t remember a time when she wasn’t his.”

Her breath caught. “Cassius…”

“That’s not what you call me tonight.”

“What do I call you?”

I crossed to the bed and crawled over her, caging her body with mine. “Tonight, you call me husband. Every time you come—and you’re going to come many, many times—I want to hear you say it. I want you to remember, with every orgasm, exactly who’s giving them to you.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Husband.”

The word went straight to my cock. I kissed her—deep, claiming, tasting champagne and wedding cake and forever.

“Good girl,” I murmured against her lips. “Now let’s begin.”

LOLA

He started with my neck.

Soft kisses trailing from my jaw to my collarbone, his stubble scraping deliciously against my skin. His hands found the straps of my bra and slid them down my shoulders, exposing me inch by inch.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said against my throat. “Through the vows. Through the dinner. Through your father’s endless toast.”

“It wasn’t that long.”

“It felt like an eternity.” He unclasped my bra and tossed it aside, his mouth immediately finding my breast. “Every second I wasn’t touching you was wasted.”

I arched into him, gasping as his tongue circled my nipple. “We had—ah—we had guests. Family. It would have been—oh god—inappropriate to—”

“To what?” He bit down gently, and I cried out. “To bend you over the cake table and take you in front of everyone? To show them all exactly who you belong to?”

“Yes. That.”

“Pity.” He moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention. “Maybe at the anniversary party.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I might.” His hand slid down my stomach, fingers tracing the edge of my thong. “I find my self-control is significantly diminished where you’re concerned.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“Have you?” He hooked his fingers in my thong and dragged it down my legs with agonizing slowness. “Then you should know that tonight, I don’t intend to exercise any control at all. Tonight, I’m going to do everything I’ve ever fantasized about. And you’re going to let me.”

“What if I have fantasies of my own?”

“Then you’ll share them.” He spread my thighs wide, settling between them. “But first, I need to taste you. It’s been—” he checked the clock on the nightstand “—approximately fourteen hours since I had my mouth on you. That’s unacceptable.”

“Fourteen hours. However did you survive?”

“Barely.” He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, so close to where I needed him. “Now be quiet and let me work.”

CASSIUS

I’d gone down on her hundreds of times.

But there was something different about tonight. Something ceremonial. Like I was worshipping at an altar, paying tribute to the woman who had somehow agreed to spend her life with me.

She tasted like champagne and arousal and mine.

I licked through her folds slowly, savoring every gasp and moan she made. She was already wet—had probably been wet since we’d left the reception—and her hips rolled against my face, seeking more pressure.

“Patience,” I murmured against her.

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one being—oh—tortured.”

“This isn’t torture. This is foreplay.” I circled her clit with my tongue, then backed off. “Torture comes later.”

“Later?”

“I told you. I have plans.”

I slid two fingers inside her, curling them against the spot that made her see stars. Her back arched off the bed, a cry escaping her lips.

“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Let me hear you.”

“Cassius—”

“Wrong name.”

“Husband,” she gasped. “Please—”

“Please what?”

“Please make me come.”

I sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked, my fingers pumping steadily, and felt her shatter.

LOLA

The first orgasm hit me like a freight train.

I screamed—actually screamed, the sound bouncing off the walls of the suite—as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. Cassius worked me through it, his mouth relentless, his fingers never stopping.

Before I could catch my breath, he was adding a third finger.

“Again,” he commanded.

“I can’t—”

“You can.” He twisted his wrist, and I saw stars. “You will. As many times as I want. That was the vow you made today, remember? ‘To have and to hold.’ Right now, I’m holding you to it.”

“That’s not—ah—what that means—”

“It is tonight.” He lowered his mouth again, and I lost the ability to argue.

The second orgasm built faster than the first, cresting and breaking within minutes. The third came on its heels, pushed by his relentless fingers and wicked tongue. By the fourth, I was sobbing his name—his title, whatever it was—begging for mercy I didn’t really want.

“One more,” he said, his voice rough with restraint. “One more, and then I’ll give you what you really need.”

“I need you inside me.”

“I know.” He crawled up my body, positioning himself at my entrance. “And you’re going to get me. As soon as you come one more time.”

“I can’t—”

He thrust inside me in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt, and my body convulsed around him.

CASSIUS

She came the moment I entered her.

I felt it—the rhythmic clenching, the flood of warmth, the way her whole body seized and shook. I held still, letting her ride it out, gritting my teeth against the urge to move.

“That’s five,” I said when she finally relaxed. “You’re doing so well.”

“I can’t—I can’t feel my legs.”

“You don’t need your legs.” I withdrew slowly, then thrust back in. “You just need to hold on.”

I started to move. Not gently—I’d been gentle earlier. Now I was claiming her. Stamping my ownership on her body with every stroke.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and held on, just like I’d told her to. Her legs came up to circle my waist, changing the angle, letting me sink even deeper.

“I love you,” I said, the words rough with exertion. “I love you so much it terrifies me.”

“I love you too.” She pulled me down for a kiss. “My husband.”

The word broke something in me. I lost what little rhythm I’d been maintaining, my hips snapping forward with increasing desperation. She met me thrust for thrust, her nails raking down my back, her cries filling the room.

“Come with me,” I demanded. “Now, Lola. Come with me.”

She shattered, and I followed her over the edge.

LOLA

We lay tangled together in the aftermath, both of us breathing hard, both of us wrecked in the best possible way.

“That was…” I couldn’t find the words.

“A good start.”

“Start?” I lifted my head to stare at him. “I don’t think I can move.”

“You don’t have to move.” He rolled us over, positioning me on top of him. “Just sit there. Let me look at you.”

I was straddling his hips, his softening cock still inside me. The position should have felt vulnerable. Instead, it felt powerful. Like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

“How long before you’re ready to go again?” I asked.

“With you?” He traced his hands up my thighs. “Give me five minutes.”

“That seems optimistic for a man your age.”

“I’m forty-three, not dead.” His eyes glittered. “Besides, I have a lot of lost time to make up for. Seventeen years of celibacy, remember?”

“You’ve made up for it. Trust me.”

“Not nearly enough.” He sat up, bringing our faces level. “I plan to spend the rest of my life making up for it. Every day. Multiple times a day, if you’re willing.”

“I’m willing.” I kissed him softly. “I’m your wife. I’m always willing.”

“Good.” His hands found my hips, guiding me into a slow grind. “Because I wasn’t kidding about all night. I hope you didn’t have plans for tomorrow.”

“Just lying on a beach with my husband.”

“That can be arranged.” He was hardening again inside me—faster than five minutes, I noted. “After.”

“After what?”

He grinned. That dangerous grin.

“After I’ve made good on every promise I made tonight. After I’ve shown you what forever looks like.” He thrust up, and I gasped. “After I’ve made sure you never, ever doubt that you’re mine.”

“I never doubt that.”

“Then this is just reinforcement.” He flipped us over, pinning me beneath him. “Now. Where were we?”

We didn’t leave the suite until noon the next day.

And even then, only for food.

The honeymoon continued for two more weeks in Bora Bora. They barely saw the beach.

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