His Biggest Fan

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Ian is holding my hand as he gazes into my eyes.  He lightly and tenderly cradles my hand, caressing the perfectly smooth skin with his thumb. The smile on his face is wide and full of happiness, totally and completely filled with love.  We have finally done it, made the leap from his fiancé to his wife, and in that moment we were perfectly happy.

Silently, Ian leads me to the elevator and up towards the honeymoon suite. Hand in hand, we come to a stop in front of the door.  Ian swipes the key card through the door and pockets it before turning to face me again. We both stared into each other's eyes, the moment was so perfect, so tender, I didn't want this glorious moment to end.

As I gazed into the eyes of my husband, I felt strangely overwhelmed, whilst gazing into glimmering grey depths I saw the most pure love I had ever seen. The way that they sparkled at me was mystifying, magical, breathtakingly beautiful. I can't believe I'm married. Months of dreaming and now I have everything I ever wanted and more. The most remarkable man in this world gazing back at me, making my heart ache with love is my husband.

With his freehand, Ian runs his hand up my neck and across my jaw line.  I felt my stomach twist with joyous love as he smiles at me, watching that beautiful face of his break into a beaming smile. He looked stunning, like a prince right out of a fairytale book.

"Did I tell you today, just how beautiful you look?" he asks in a quiet whisper.

I blush and melt slightly at his words and tears begin to fall down my cheeks from pure happiness.

Even though I had heard the words before, I still felt that warm sensation spreading through me.  It felt like it was the first time hearing them.

With a voice laced with emotion, I whispered back "you are breathtakingly beautiful my husband."

His smile grew impossibly larger. "Mrs Somerhalder, are you flirting with me?"  He smirks and my heart wants to leap out of my chest. It was perfect.  I felt pride knowing I was part of him, tied to him forever and ever. I love this man, Ian Somerhalder, my husband, forever.

Ian let go of my hand and kissed me again, before pulling away.

I let out a surprised squeal as Ian lifted me off the floor and held me in his arms. When I realized what he was doing, I grinned, giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Ian used his hip to push open the already unlocked door and carried me his bride into the hotel room. Kicking the door closed he spun me around the room a few times, making me giggle playfully, before laying me softly onto the mattress of the large bed.

"By the way, yes I was flirting with you," I whisper.

His hand lightly caresses my cheek as he slowly bents down and brings his lips to mine, savouring the sweet moment of total bliss, our lips finally connected with each other, as they had done so many times before. However, this time I was kissing my husband with such graceful tenderness and sweetness.

I had not expected marriage to change how I felt, yet as his hands roamed my body gently, I felt more alive than ever before.  I was his to do as he pleased, I belonged to him forever.

Breaking away from our kiss, Ian smiled again.

He lies next to me gently, hovering over my body, my whole body shivers in anticipation.   "Be gentle with me my husband." I half smile.

Ian slowly admires my shivering body, his eyes are burning with desire.  "Mrs. Somerhalder I'm always gentle with you."  He whispers into my neck.  I moan lightly from the feel of his warm breathe.