*Natalia*
Despite the disaster that was our wedding, in which my new husband had explained the entire drama of the cook and florist to once we were seated inside and changed out of our soaked wedding attire, the reception was as lively as ever.
I had shaken hands with so many of Tallon’s relatives, so of whom I was pretty sure weren’t actual relatives but part of the mafia family, that I was dizzy from congratulations being thrown my way. I’d heard it so many tis the word had lost any aning.
Dahlia had imdiately started a toast, sohow praising and insulting her baby brother in every word she declared for the entire party, and I was a bit impressed with how easily Tallon kept his cool, especially when she brought out his favorite stuffed animal.
“Mr. Snuggles.” She had proudly shown us the very old and very worn lion plush. Mr. Snuggles was missing most of his stuffing, looking like a concave pile of fabric that vaguely resembled a lion if you squinted and turned your head twenty degrees to the left. It was missing one eyeball, instead had a large X scribbled over the spot in what looked to be a marker.
He was even carrying a tiny sword sewn onto his hand, which Dahlia described as the “monster-Slayer sword.” But despite the laughter the little plush had brought out, Tallon just shrugged it off.
“He was a good defender,” he said coolly, and then he stole back his plush, handing it to as he smirked, “He’s a little worn, but he will be the perfect defender for any of the future children we have. Right, Natalia?”
He kissed my hand, giving a sultry look as he did so, completely and utterly shaless.
I swear my face could’ve fried an egg after the many knowing and excited glances that were sent my way, especially by my own mother.
And speaking of my mother, she had been utterly proud to wheel out the new nu, consisting of a mixture of Russian and Italian dishes. Seeing pelni dumplings and blini pancakes served next to mushroom carbonara and potato gnocchi was a new kind of whiplash.
I never really connected with my Russian heritage, but I had to admit, her pelni was to die for. And I supposed Tallon appreciated the gnocchi because he ate two bowls. Or maybe he was just as starving as I was, considering neither of us had eaten that morning.
Weddings were hard to plan, but even harder to execute. The cake ca out, a glorious massive wedding cake with an untold number of layers and details that I didn’t even think were possible. They had sohow made balconies with flowers falling over the sides, columns on the edges that had little doors in the middle.
Despite being reassured that everything on the cake was edible, it was hard to believe that the glass heart topper with both of our nas written on it and flowers abundantly pouring over the top cake onto the sides like a river of spring was entirely made of cake.
It was almost too beautiful to cut, but the cake was ant to be eaten and enjoyed, so Tallon held my hand as we cut into the masterpiece, showcasing the unusual flavors beneath. We had gone with a mixture of hummingbird cake, Italian cream, and German chocolate, all in different tiers of course.
Though after the cake was cut and served, that didn’t stop Tallon from taking a slice of all three flavors and taking a bite of all three of them at the sa ti.
“Surprisingly edible.” He shrugged, finishing it off with a glass of red wine. As the night continued, the drinks ca out and the fancy party turned into the equivalent of a college bar on a Friday night.
Dahlia and Olivia had taken to the drinks a little too much and had barely been stopped from dancing on the tables to a very explicit song by Olivia’s husband, Giovani, and her son, Elio.
Despite being sixteen years old, Elio was already as tall as his father and clearly had the sa curly hair and dark features. He would be a heartbreaker when he grew up. He sohow managed to coax his mother and godmother off the tables.
Giovani had just glared at the DJ we hired until he was sweating bullets and reluctantly changed the song. Tallon found the whole thing hilarious, as did most of his family mbers.
I had a few drinks as well, my cheeks glowing a bright pink as I found everything around unusually funny, leaning on Tallon’s shoulders as his relatives continued to share stories and celebrate the happy occasion.
But as Tallon diligently opened presents, saving the cards to write thank you notes later, my head gradually slipped to fully leaning on my husband’s shoulder, my eyes fluttering sleepily with a soft smile on my face.
I held one of his hands in my lap, my fingers gently twirling the ring I’d placed on his finger re hours ago. The tal was a calming presence in the chaos around us, but I found I didn’t mind all the craziness.
His presence was warm and strong and dependable, his eyes so loving and protective, and his scent—it was so familiar that it reminded strongly of the bedroom we shared together, of the safe space I had with him at ho.
No, that wasn’t right.
Tallon himself was ho.
And that was why I began to drift off, too tired to keep my eyes open as I trusted my husband to keep safe and warm, filled in a room with so much love and care from not just his family, but ours now.
Our family... our ho... our life together—I had shared every part of with him, and there was nothing else I could ever want than him by my side. Even in my soft drifting, I could still feel as he chuckled, pressing a kiss to my temple.
His long arms wrapped around my body, lifting up and carrying through the crowd. I frowned, stirring slightly in the haze of sleep as I heard the whispering around , excited and joyful, but none of the words stuck.
I drifted in and out, catching only snippets of sounds or feelings until I felt myself being lowered, a plush feeling on my back and my eyes snapped open as I jerked awake.
“Tallon?” I reached out instinctively, gripping the sleeve of his tux before he left.
“Hey.” He smiled, giving a soft look as he gently brushed the little hairs that had escaped from the pins in my hair from my face. “I was going to let you sleep.”
I pouted, sitting up as I brushed the corners of my eyes, giving him a soft look as I said, “But it’s our wedding night.”
I couldn’t deny that I had certain expectations about this night. I’d prepared so ticulously, and he was just going to sleep with ... without sleeping with ?
I gave him a grumpy look and he chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips. I grabbed the collar of his jacket, pulling him toward , and I felt his grin before he truly let go of any gentleness.
His hands held him up on either side of . His tongue imdiately swirled around my bottom lip and I let him in easily, moaning as our tongues t in a clash of passion and heat. His hands trailed down my back, caressing my waist and hips before he gently moved back up, tangling his hands in my hair.
I felt the knot of the hairdo that Olivia had done so carefully co undone, my hair spilling out and over my shoulders in curls. His fingers trailed down my spine, unzipping the back of my dress, and I kicked off my shoes in response, barely taking a gap between intense kisses.
I murmured his na, relishing in the sound of it as he pushed onto my back, gently laying one knee over each side of without disconnecting our lips... and if it wasn’t for the need to breathe, I swear neither of us would’ve co back up.
We both panted as he helped peel my dress off and onto the floor. He sat back on his knees, his eyes dark with lust as he saw the lingerie I had bought just for tonight. It was a pure white strapless bra and high-waist panty set with black lace trim, and garters attached to the stockings along my feet.
“You naughty girl.” He smirked at , playing with the tiny black bows on either side of my waist, the only slip of fabric keeping him from the wet core underneath, one that was longing for him.
“I thought you’d like it,” I said innocently, blinking coyly up at him as I slowly slipped out from under him and got up on my knees. I snaked my arms around his neck.
I playfully bit at his tie, pulling until it ca undone, and he watched with lidded eyes, my every movent slow and purposeful as I carefully kissed the side of his neck, trailing down to his collar. With slow movents, I undid the buttons on his shirt, pressing kisses on each bit of exposed skin, and he breathed out heavy and unsteady.
Each ti I got a bit lower, a bit lower until my mouth ended at the button of his slacks, his hard mber pushing through the fabric, hot and bulging for release. In one smooth movent, I undid the button, letting his slack pull down to his knees, and with it, ca his boxers.
His cock sprung forth, ready and pulsing hot and red, almost angry looking, but I wasn’t afraid. I took him into my mouth, sucking softly and going slow at first until I heard a soft sound from the back of his throat, a little needy gasp.
Feeling confident and more powerful, I sucked hard, bobbing my head back and forth as I pushed more and more of him into my throat. But right as I could feel his cock expanding, his hips thrusting in tune with my mouth as I felt him just about there, he grabbed by the hair, pulling off his cock.
I gave him a curious look, licking the corner of my lips, which still tasted like him.
“If I’m going to co tonight, it’s going to be inside of you,” he said darkly, well beyond his limit of patience.
I just smirked, knowing I was playing with fire as I tilted my head and said two words. “Prove it.”
With a challenge in his eyes, my husband pounced upon . He grabbed my legs, twisting onto my stomach and I moaned as he caressed the curves of my ass harshly, untying the bows at each of my hips and the fabric fell apart just as it was ant to.
I wiggled my ass for him, already dripping wet, and he just clicked his tongue, instead taking it very slowly as he trailed a finger just on the outskirts of my folds, teasing with little pressure. I shivered from the feeling, impatient as I bit my bottom lip.
His other hand snuck into my bra, molding my breast into the shape of his hand as he massaged firmly, rubbing against my tender buds.
“Tease,” I gasped out as he focused his attention on every single spot that he knew was my weakness.
“Only for my beautiful wife,” he replied, the chuckle in his voice sending a shiver up and down my spine as he dipped one finger into .
I moaned, breathing like I’d run a marathon. He worked every inch of , laying his lips and hands everywhere until I felt like he’d branded his na across my skin. But after so long, I was shaking, tears in the corners of my eyes as he lavished in his slow pace, taking his sweet ti but increasing the pleasure just enough to keep on the edge.
I was begging him with every breath, trying to chase after the edge I needed, the passion and intensity more than anything I’d felt before and he breathed in my ear, just as affected as I was.
“As you wish, wife,” he whispered in my ear, finally pulling his fingers out of .
He flipped onto my back easily, grasping my hands in his as he lined his cock up to my entrance, and I was more than prepared for his one smooth push that slid right into .
I cried out, screaming at the pleasure that hit , but he wasn’t holding back any longer. He slamd his hips against mine, thrusting into harshly and hitting just the right spot to bring tears to my eyes.
We held onto one another, the rings on our hands clashing together as we collided into one another and then, we were falling apart.
Our hearts matched in pace, our bodies in tune with one another as we fell together as husband and wife for the first ti in a clash of earth-shattering indulgence.
As we breathed together, labored, and slowly ca back to our senses, only one thought hit as I stared into the eyes of my newlywed husband.
“I can’t wait for the honeymoon,” I gasped out.
Tallon laughed.
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