As Time Goes On - A SebaCiel Story

Chapter 106: Garden

Ciel's POV:

The money leaves my hand in his. Face filled with confusion until...his eyes wanders. Gazing at my daughter.

"Take care of my niece, Phantomhive. After everything you did to save them... I couldn't-"

"You tried your best, now you can rest easy."

The man takes a bow, cheerfully wandering into the crowd. Relieved.

"What kind of groom dares to leave their new bride all alone?" Devilish hands slither around my waist, my head tilting enough to leave my neck exposed, helpless to the man towering over me.

"One who isn't worth his salt."

"You wound me, and here I was prepared to run away from the party with you."

"You could kidnap me, I've heard that's easy."

"I can do you one better...there's some chocolate cake in our hidden garden with your name written all over it."

"I'm sold."

We sneak out of the luxurious ballroom and out into the gardens, checking for any peeping Toms in the vicinity of our secret area. Finding out entrance into a breathtaking hidden rose garden, an exquisite design of Sebastian's creation.

Gloves glide against skin as his hands seek to my face, my hair. Careful not to mess up my meticulously pinned hairstyle. Mey-Rin, Lizzy and Eliza worked so hard to get this perfect. Hell, she even took off her glasses to be precise.

"You look ravishing." He whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin. Tingles run down my spine as my loving husband's hands begin to wander. His eyes fixated upon my own, his dominating gaze being enough to set my heart fluttering in the cool eve. Flushed and desperate for his affection, I grasp his tie, pulling him down to my level.

"I don't think I can wait until after the party." I admit, to his amusement. A devilish smirk forming on his dashing face. Sin leaking from his every syllable as his voice grows deeper, more demonic, "Allow me to take what's mine."

I reach for his shirt buttons, fiddling around with them in my attempt to undress him. Only for him to unwrap me as though I was his most treasured gift. Excitement buzzing in the air as my dress is carefully handled by his most capable hands. Using his own clothing as a bed for mine. Piece by piece he unravels, muscles glimmering in the pale moonlight. The music of the party leaks into the moment, the piano gradually growing louder with every note as my husband glides inside of me. Taking my breath away.

The moans turn to whines, begging for more until our demon forms break through, incapable of controlling our transformations any longer. Pleasure consumes us. His dominating gaze matched by silk hands bouncing off my rear, the pain leading to ecstasy.

Grinding and groaning in the gorgeous night. My thoughts fall away into nothing as the heaven of the night takes over me. Losing the ability to stay quiet as his lips wrap around my nipple. I grow closer and closer to my limit as his rhythm picks up further, a hand gliding from my ass to my dick, rubbing sensually.

The music of the night follows suit, coming to a crescendo as it reaches-

Climax

My beautiful husband protects my dress from our mess as we're finally released of our desperate desires. Our lips finding each other in the midst of the overwhelming joy, tears welling as the reality of today dawns on me completely.

I married the love of my life today, the man of my dreams...a man. My pregnancy allowed for our union, a union that would lead to death for most, accepted for me. I am the luckiest man in the world.