His Little Wife

Chapter 20

'I do' the words that sealed my fate.

This was my life now, whether I like it or not. I look out to the crowd of people who I see in the room, looking for the one face I want to see. At the front row, where he sat after giving me away I see my father, with a tear in his eye. A tear of sadness or a tear of joy I don't know, but I try to give him a reassuring smile until Lucian squeezes my hand, bringing my attention back to him.

'You may now kiss the bride.' The priest declares as he smiles down at Lucian and I.

My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for Lucian to move. It's not like it's the first time he's kissed me, but now that we're husband and wife it just feels different. More intimate.

He comes forward, pressing his lips to mine as his hand moves to my waist pulling me against his body. His fingers dig into my dress like he's hungry for me, but in a room full of strangers I'm reluctant to give in. When I feel like he'll never let me go, the people in the church start to cheer and clap, reminding Lucian we're not the only ones in the room. He pulls away and with my hand in his, he holds them in the air, showing everyone the ring on my finger like he's laying claim to me.

We walk down the aisle with people clapping down both sides as we make our way out of the church and into the car waiting outside.

'As bad as you'd thought it would be, wife?' Lucian asks me once we were out of ear shot of everyone.

'Surprisingly no, but we still have the reception to go.' I joke.

He lets out a chuckle at my words as he loosens his tie. He turns to look at me, his eyes moving up and down my body before he next speaks.

'You look beautiful.' He lets me know, surprising me with the compliment.

His hand moves towards me in the back of the car. His fingers intertwine with the skirt of my dress as he pulls himself toward me ever so slightly. My breathing hitches as he brings his lips close to mine, stopping just centimetres away from my face. My heartbeat starts to race as I wait for his next move. His eyes lock onto mine as he continues to pause. His eyes flick down to my lips and back up to my eyes as if he's waiting for permission to continue, but if I give it to him when will he stop? I felt his hunger in the church. It was desperate and needing, but now we're alone I don't know where the line is. Now that I'm his on paper it feels like he expects more. Am I willing to give him more? The thought crossed my mind dozens of time before, but I never let myself dwell on it much, until now.

The tension as we both look at each other starts to eat at me. Something twists in my stomach as he looks at me with those darkened blue eyes. I feel a stirring that I didn't think I'd ever feel for him. I want to run away. To run away from him and this whole situation, but it's too late. I'm married to him and trap in this car forced to deal with my feelings. And just when I didn't feel like I could take it anymore I leaned forward into him and kissed him.

The kiss was like an explosion. I felt all my worries melt away as his hands rushed to touch my body. My fingers moves to his hair, threading between his locks as I pulled him closer to me. I pushed my body into him and he accepted it, pulling me against him as he laid me down and climbed between my legs.

His hands move to the base of my dress as he fights with the layers to lift the skirt. He sits up as he pulls his jacket off, throwing it to the floor as he climbs back on to me, pushing his hand into my underwear as he kisses my neck.
I reach between our bodies and pull at his zip, wanting to feel him.

Everything was lost to my mind at that point. All I wanted was to feel him. I didn't want to think about anything else as I push the top of his trousers and boxers down his legs, gripping his cock in my hand.

'Anna.' He breathes out my name, sending a shiver through me at the way my name rolled off his tongue.

I start to work my hand up and down his shaft as his fingers find their home, pushing into me. I let out a moan from the contact as he watches me from underneath himself. I bite on my lip as he moves his fingers inside me, loving the way he makes me feel. But my hunger today can't be satisfied by his fingers alone. I need more. I need him. I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer. With a bead of precum on the tip of his cock I know he wants this too. I know he wants this just as much as I do.

'Please.' Is all I say, sounding more like a beg as I look at him with pleading eyes.

With the recognition of what I'm asking, he lines himself up to my entrance. The tip of his cock teasing my folds as he edges closer.

Then the car comes to a screaming holt as we arrive at the reception venue, just before anything good could happen. I drop my head back against the leather seat of the car, frustrated that nothing will happen now.

'We will finish this later my love.' Lucian tells me as he gives me one final kiss before he pushes his member back into his trousers, out of sight.

When my sanity returns to me I inwardly chastise myself for almost giving into him. What was I thinking? I can't have sex with him and now I let him get that far he'll definitely expect something tonight. Why does he have to be so irresistible?!

Before my mind runs away from me I pull my dress back down and try to gain some composure before he pushes the door open to great all our waiting guests.