The Unpredictable Edge

Part Eleven

As I walked down the aisle towards Liam, my heart raced faster and faster. My eyes were locked on him, his piercing gaze burning into mine. "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" by Johann Sebastian Bach was playing softly by the choir. The cathedral was filled with our loved ones, but at that moment, it felt like Liam and I were alone.
As I reached the altar, Liam took my hand and pulled me close to him. His touch sent quakes through my body as he whispered a sweet nothing in my ear about how spectacular I looked. To me, he looked even better. I could feel his breath on my skin, and it made me ache for him. The priest began the ceremony, but all I could focus on was the way Liam looked at me. A look of love, adoration, and desire. He knew every inch of me and loved me. As we exchanged vows, tears streamed down our faces.
Finally, the moment arrived when we were told to kiss each other. Our lips met, and it was electric. The passion between us was undeniable as we held onto each other tightly, with me gripping the lapels of his well-tailored tux and he holding my waist through my ornately beaded wedding gown.

As we parted from our kiss, everyone cheered and clapped. But all I cared about was being alone with him. We walked out of the chapel hand in hand, ready to start our lives together as one. The merger between our families business-wise was a powerful one, but it held nothing to the love I had for Liam.

As the bride, I couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline course through my veins as Liam and I entered the reception venue. The room was filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter, and the air was thick with excitement and anticipation.

I scanned the crowd, feeling a mix of nerves wash over me. This moment was all too familiar. I leaned over to Liam, "I just want to be alone with you."

He spun me around, and his gaze locked onto mine like a magnet, drawing me towards him as he pulled me to the dance floor.

"Just relax; this is nothing like our engagement party, Princess. Well, maybe not nothing like..." he tilted his head towards the table filled with his friends. I frown, "Oh look, it's the Three Musketeers of mediocrity. Jack, Joe, and William - the trio that puts the 'meh' in men." I joke, "But look, your lovely mother is here too."

"Don't bring my mom into this; she raised me."

"Oh yes, whatever the devil can't do, he sends a woman to."

"Ha ha, very funny, Princess."

"It was funny."

"Just shut up and dance with me."

As we continued moving together on the dance floor under the watchful eyes of everyone around us, I knew that nothing else could match this incredible moment of pure bliss.

Liam pulled me closer to him and brushed his lips against mine in a gentle kiss. The music swelled, and our bodies moved in perfect sync, passion building with every touch.

When we finally broke apart so I could spin out I was gasping. He spun me back into him and whispered how much he loved me before the song ended. Then, I led us to a quiet corner of the room.
"When we get to our Honeymoon suite, I am going to tie you down to the bed and take what is mine." He boasted.

"First of all, if you tie me down, I will never stay, and second, I am not your toy; you don't own me."

He smirked. "Maybe I do."

"What if I left you now?"

Liam scowled, and then his eyes grew sad, "But Sophia, you'd miss me or at least what I do to you."

I took his hands, but before I could say anything, he added, "Therefore, I know you would come back to me."

We looked at each other and smiled.

"I want to smother you with kisses, but I don't think that would be very appropriate in front of all these people."

"Well, we better give them one last dance and then head off to our room because I can't wait to fuck you."

The heat between us only intensified as we made our way back onto the dance floor. This night was all about us - about celebrating our love and commitment to one another in every way possible.

As we drove towards our honeymoon suite, the anticipation was almost too much to bear, and I found myself unable to resist the urge to lean over and kiss my new husband.

As I closed the distance between us, I could feel his hands sliding up my sides, pulling me closer. His lips were soft against mine, and I melted into his embrace, savoring every moment.

The car was filled with the sound of our passion as we kissed, lost in the heat of the moment. My heart raced as the intensity grew, and I felt myself getting increasingly turned on by the second.

Finally, he pulled away from me, breathing heavily. "We are almost there," he said softly.

I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief that we would soon be able to continue where we left off. As we pulled into the parking lot of our hotel, I couldn't help but smile at him mischievously.

"Let's hurry," I whispered seductively in his ear. "I can't wait any longer."

He grinned back at me, clearly just as eager. "Lead the way," he replied with a wink.

Without another word, we made our way inside and quickly found ourselves alone in our room. And as we resumed where we had left off earlier in the car, I knew this honeymoon would be unforgettable.