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He laughed as I yelped, wrapping my arms around his neck tightly as I suddenly went weightless, my feet dangling in the air.
“Tallon!” I yelled, holding onto him as he just gave me a joyful, mischievous glance and began to twirl us around in the room.
The disbelief faded as pure unadulterated joy overtook every inch of my body and I laughed, shutting my eyes as I savored being this close to him. I’d never felt this happy in my entire life, and I wanted to keep this moment close forever.
I was going to marry this man, and nothing was going to stop us now.
Finally, however, the twirls slowed to a stop and Tallon gently let me down until my feet were on solid ground once more. He grinned, wide and happier than I’d ever seen him as he breathed laboriously.
His eyes were shining with love, the room utterly quiet and absent except for the two of us, and my eyes flickered to his lips before I grinned, realizing there was no reason for me to hold back anymore.
I followed my instincts and kissed him with everything I had. His lips opened for me automatically, like he didn’t even have to think of it and he pulled me even closer, one hand delving into my thick wavy hair as we both tried to devour one another right then and there.
I licked his bottom lip, meeting his tongue playfully as he matched my every move. Our kiss grew harder and more needy and I let out a soft moan, pressing my heated body flush against his front. I could feel the lump in his pants, growing with every minute and I slid my leg over him until I could feel him pressed against my core.
“Nat–” he groaned, but I swallowed my name on his lips, tugging on his hair as he lost his balance for a moment, hitting the table. We both ignored the rattling of the plates and silverware, too focused on one another.
I wasn’t even conscious of what I was doing at this point, just fully focused on him as my hands slowly ran into the collar of his shirt, a few buttons pulling away as I felt his strong back tense in response to my wonderings.
I would’ve fucked him right here and now if it hadn’t been the harsh tug on my hair and I gasped, both in slight pain and annoyance from being pulled away from his lips as he stared down at me, eyes dark with lust but firm.
“Fucking hell.” He was out of breath, and I could feel the heat from very on as he sucked in oxygen to his lungs.
I licked my bottom lip, still tasting him there as we both caught our breaths and I smirked as I saw his eyes trace my eyes action. I felt like I was drunk right now, utterly incapable of thinking as I just acted on whatever impulse first entered my mind.
And right now, all I wanted was him.
He kept a firm hand buried in my curls, preventing me from taking his lips again, but my thoughts had already focused down lower.
My hand trailed from his neck down the side of his chest and all the way down until I felt the bulge in his pants. I trailed my finger up and down the zipper, teasing softly as I stared him down challengingly.
“We still–” He panted, not even dodging my hand as I felt his every twitch coming to meet me, “We still have dessert.”
“We can get it to go,” I whispered, intent on taking on what I wanted right here and right now the moment he let go of me. “I just want you.”
And instead of teasing, I fully stroked my hand up and down, firmly gripping him through his pants and he gasped, buckling into my hand, his eyes now black and feral with want.
“Naughty girl,” he bit out through his teeth, a bead of sweat falling down the side of his face and I just smirked in response, waiting until he broke.
But I should’ve known I wouldn’t have won that easily.
Before I could even blink, he swept my legs out from under me, carrying me like a princess as he thundered out of the room. “We’ll take dessert to go!” he yelled to the shocked waiters, giving them no more glances as he hurried out of the restaurant.
Still feeling mischievous, I kissed the side of his neck, nibbling a bright red mark on his skin and loving the way he tightened his grip on me. I focused my attention on his neck, hanging onto him as he rushed out and into the car.
He didn’t even bother with seatbelts, simply glaring at the driver as he settled me into his lap.
“Home,” He said roughly and the driver just nodded, purposefully glancing away from us as a divider slowly slid upward.
I shifted on his lap, and he groaned as I parted my knees, pressing him into my core with a soft moan. The ring glittered on my finger as the car took off, the street lights glowing as we headed for the villa, not nearly going fast enough for me.
I could feel Tallon’s impatience with every sloppy and hurried kiss as he tried to distract me from fucking him right in this car, but I was long past any sort of logic right now. As soon as the car stopped, faster than I could blink, I was in his arms again as he carried me straight into the villa like a fire was on his heels.
Somewhere along the way, my heels fell off my feet onto the floor, but I didn’t care in the slightest as he carried me to the bedroom, shutting the door with the heel of his foot and dropping me onto the bed.
I grinned, my back against the blanket as he loomed over me with an irritated look. Still drunk on happiness, I dug my hands into his thick curls, pulling him until our mouths connected and I moaned into his mouth.
I was buried underneath the force of his love for me as he hurriedly stripped me bare, his hands trailing heat waves along my bare skin as he devoured every piece of me like he was a starving man.
“I love you,” I whispered between heavy breaths and kisses, wrapping my arms around his waist in the flurry of our passions.
Tallon didn’t answer but I could hear the words without him saying it, could feel it on the weight of my finger, and see it in the gleam in his eyes.
My heart skipped a beat as he grabbed my wrist, locking his dark lustful eyes upon me as he laid a possessive kiss right above the vein that went to my heart as if he was trying to claim it for himself.
But there was no need.
My heart was already his.
*Six months later*
*Natalia*
Nimble fingers swirled back and forth across the premium stock paper, the glossy finish only elevating the elegant signature as the tip of the pen swirled my name across the front. I hummed softly to the light music on the radio, gently tucking the faded card into the envelope.
It was fastened with a ribbon folded along the sides, a faded silverish red, and a seal of gold on top. I gently placed the invitation on top of a pile of twenty others and then glanced at the massive pile of unfinished ones with a soft sigh.
For every one I finished, it seemed like the mountain never decreased. But I kept reminding myself that it would all be worth it. The soft curtains billowed outward from the open French-style window in front of me like fragile butterfly wings just barely caressing the tops of my knees.
The table I sat at was a mess–stationary and letters, envelopes and pens of dozens of sizes all lying around in an organized chaos. In between the loose papers and pens threatening to topple the mountain of invitations still waiting to be signed and sent, were flowers.
Dotted with batches of tiny flowers clustered together under one stem, little yellow centers were the only pop of color from the baby blues of the petals. It brightened up the table but also kept a small smile on my face as I diligently worked.
The other flower that had been specifically selected was a dusty pink and white orchid that sprouted from the sturdy but hollowish segmented stems. The pot was a goldish color that complimented the room just as well.
Forget-me-nots and bamboo orchids, the two flowers I was debating between to be chosen for the wedding, sat as a reminder of what I worked so hard for, of why I had put so many hours and careful selections into something so simple as invitations.
It was a promise that was set delicately on my finger, a ring of rose gold, three bands meeting around a beautiful inset diamond, petals of diamonds forming around it like a flower, and three petals, each with three miniature diamonds laid inside. The top band was laid with gems all the way around the band, and for every movement, every swish of my hand as I signed my name right under my finance’s, I could feel its heavy and expensive promise.
And I knew right under the flower-like diamond were the initials of my soon-to-be husband.
I loved the ring, but I loved the one who gave it to me even more. Tallon had told me of how long he had spent picking out just the perfect one, the cost of it not even in his mind, and as much as I loved him for it, I didn’t have the heart to tell him that he could’ve proposed to me with a ring of candy and it would’ve been more than enough.
I would have said yes to a dandelion twisted into a ring or one cut out of common printer paper. Price, diamonds, and even the gold used didn’t matter to me.
He was.
It had been six months since he had proposed, six long months that were filled with blissful happiness that I would never take for granted again. I had put off planning the wedding for as long as I could and for the past few days, under the guidance of my own mother and Tallon’s mother and sister, I had begun the slow and meticulous process.
There were so many decisions to be made that my head spun with all of the advice from those around me. My own mother had gotten married in a courthouse, a simple dress plucked from a thrift store and a ring so cheap it turned her finger green.
Maybe that was why she was so determined to have me have the perfect wedding of my dreams. It had been a bit funny when she’d suddenly thrown a dirty bag covered with fresh soil and mud at Tallon, sending him a very large smirk as she demanded to pay for the wedding.
We were all a little shocked when we saw the piles of cash that poured out. I had no idea how she had hidden it for all these years, and despite the first instinct of illegal cash that passed through all of our minds, she’d reassured both of us that it had just been a crazy night in a casino–the same one where she’d found out she was pregnant with me.
