Page 68 of Bound By Longing
“I do,” I say when the officiant asks me if I take Damien to be my husband.
And when Damien is asked if he’ll take me as a wife, he confidently says, “I do.” Butterflies fill my stomach, and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
We’re pronounced as husband and wife.
Damien takes my face in his hands and kisses me, giving me my dream come true.
Chapter
Twenty
MILA
Damien carries me over the threshold to his house—now my house—and up to our bedroom.
“You’re eager,” I tease.
“I’ve been wanting to touch you all over since I first met you. Of course, I’m eager.” He sets me on the bed. “You made me wait till our wedding night.”
“And I thank you for waiting. It means everything to me.”
He cups my face. “You mean everything, Mila. I know I haven’t said it before, but I want you to know. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Damien. So much. You’ve saved me. You’ve shown me I deserve more out of life. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be looking out my bedroom window, waiting for my life to start. You started it.”
“You did that yourself. I was just along for the ride.” He leans down and kisses me. “There’s no one I’d rather be married to. I was holding back because I hadn’t experienced much love in my life. My father was a cold man. But you showed me I don’t have to be afraid.”
“You’re happy to be married to me?”
“I am. And I’ll be even happier once we have our wedding night.”
I laugh as he kisses down my face to my neck. Leaning me onto my back, Damien hovers over me. We kiss deeply. There’s no rush.
His hand cups my breasts, his thumb pressing into my nipple through my wedding dress. A heat goes straight to my core. It’s the same heat I felt when he put his mouth on me. Now, tonight, it will be so much more than that.
“Let me get this off you,” he murmurs, helping me sit up. Slowly, he unzips the back of my dress and pushes it down my shoulders, baring my bra to him. His eyes darken, sending a shiver over me. “Fuck, Mila.” He quickly removes my bra, then lowers his head to kiss down my chest.
I moan softly, arching my body into him. I’m not afraid of having sex. In fact, I’m excited to have my first time with someone I love.
Dimitri pulls the rest of my dress down, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. “I need to fucking touch you.”
“So, touch me,” I whisper.
He rips my panties off and parts my legs. Because he’s already touched me here, I’m not scared. He slides his hand between my legs and rubs my clit, warming me up. I gasp and arch my hips up to his hand. Damien looks at me with lust-filled eyes, strengthening my own lust.
“I’m going to make this so good for you,” he says.
“Please.” Remembering what an orgasm feels like, I let it fill my core as it gets closer. Damien rubs me harder, pressing his fingers more firmly against my bundle of nerves.
Suddenly, my orgasm hits me. I’ve been dreaming of Damien for a while. I know what I want.
Damien growls and removes his hand from between my legs. I watch him stand up and take off his clothes. I’ve never seen him naked before, and the sight of his erection sends a jolt through me.
“You’re ok,” Damien reassures, rubbing my thigh. I relax into the bed. “Ready?” He settles himself between my legs. My body is warmed up and ready to go.
“I’m ready.”
I clutch his back as he sinks his length into me. For a moment, I feel a twinge of pain, and then it’s gone as my body adjusts. Damien groans as he fills me completely.