Wedding reception

(Erika P.O.V)

“I love you, Logan”

" I love you more, Erika. I love you so much that it hurts. You make me the happiest person in the whole universe. ” He whispers, his breath hot on my ears then he leans down and kissed my forehead.

I smiled at him feeling so happy and fortunate to have a most handsome, gorgeous, kind-hearted, loving and caring husband like him, who love me so deeply and kissed his cheek.

“Let’s get out of here”

“Now,” I ask him and he nodded eagerly making me giggle.

“Yeah... right now sweetheart they will understand,” he said, his voice is so deep and sensual making me shiver in pleasure. I bite my lip to control my hormones making him growl in desire.

“But we haven’t cut the wedding cake yet” I whined.

“Do you really want to do that?” he asks while helping me getting down from the altar.

“Of course, it’s a tradition and I will never miss it for the world...and the garter and the bouquet.”