Here I am. Looking at table cloth patterns and colors for my wedding, with my fiancé. None of this feels right, but who am I to run away and mess up all of this. I would probably die.
I hear Abel speaking to the wedding store owner as I am walking down the isles, getting ideas for the tables.
A black cotton table runner catches my eye. I run my fingers over the soft material. As long as I could remember, I'd always told myself if I ever cared to get married, I would have a dark themed wedding.
I never wanted a white wedding. I'd have a white dress, but dark table runners, anything dark that I wanted, I'd have. And it was finally going to happen. Not my ideal person to marry, but we'll go with what we've got.
"You like that one?" Abel says behind me.
I lick my lips and nod, "I do." he feels the material and gives me a soft smile, "It's nice," he tilts his head, "You don't want a white wedding?"
"No thank you." I say briefly.
"Then a dark wedding it is." he says, grabbing the tag for the table runner.
We pick out the rest of the things we want for the tables, such as flower arrangements, candles, lights, and many other things. Once we have everything, we go to the table where a wedding coordinator is. I hand her all the tags.
She looks down at the tags and then back to us, "Great choices!" she smiles, "They fit your aesthetics perfectly."
The hell is that supposed to mean?
We order all of the things we like, the lady gives us our delivery date and we give her the address we are using.
Abel and I stand up from our table and exit the store. I've got my whole dress planned out and bought already. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, but I still am kind of nervous for the wedding.
We haven't got any lead on where the Serpents could be, and I don't have any idea on if they have anything planned or not. The idea that they could possibly crash and ruin my wedding messed with me.
I feel a hand wrap around mine and look towards Abel. He gives my hand a squeeze, "It's going to be ok. There's going to be loads of armed guards at the wedding, you'll have men and women at every corner, it's going to be just fine, Salem."
His words are affirming, but there's still nervousness fighting in my stomach, "Are you sure we have to do this?" I mumble.
He stops his movements and his hand lays on the car door handle. His body faces me and he raises a brow, "You don't want to do this?"
I shrug, "I mean, don't tell me you want to do this."
He clears his throat, "You're right, but the consequences. We'll die, Salem." I scratch my head, huffing, "I kind of don't mind that option."
His jaw drops, "You want-" I stop him, "To die, no. I'm just saying I wouldn't mind if I did. I mean hell is waiting for me."
He pushes me up against the car and takes his gun to under my chin. My breathing shallows. "Abel-"
"How does this feel." he whispers. "To know that I could pull the trigger at any moment. To know that maybe deep down I don't want you to ever leave me so I trapped you with a contract that you can only get out of by death."
I bite my lip to contain a whimper. Fuck. "You gonna say something, angel? Or are we just gonna sit here and wait until you cum in your lacey little panties. I bet you if we waited just a little longer, you'd be just about there." he tilts his head smirking.
I chuckle and grab him by the shoulders, flipping it around to where I'm pinning him against the car. I snatch the gun out of his hand before putting it to his lips.
His adam's apple bobs. I fight back a smirk, "I think you're the aroused one in this situation." I laugh.
"I mean, look at this." I frown, cupping his hard on. He sucks in a breath. "You're just about ready to explode, just from me barely touching you."
He clears his throat, "Not true."
I lick my lips. His eyes catch the movement and he grumbles. "So, when we get home, you're not going to go into your room and take care of this?" I say motioning to his unsurprisingly large bulge.
Everyone knows that Abel doesn't have anything to worry about in the dick department. Every straight girl that he's come across has practically begged to sleep with him over and over again, and they never stopped talking about how good it felt, even years later.
Which I hope is bullshit.
He pulls me against him and pockets his gun. "No because I have a feeling that someone else will be doing it for me."
My eyes widen as he practically forces me into the car. The entire way home my heart is pounding.
We pull into the gates and he speeds into the garage. Before I can even say a word he has me unbuckled and straddling his lap.
I can't breathe.
What have I fucking done.
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༺♱༻ a/n: i have a feeling things are about to get steamy🤭🤭🤭
