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To say that my wedding reception wasn't fun and entertaining would be a lie, because it totally was.

Mostly because I spent the second half of it securing a very drunk Roman close to me so he wouldn't do anything stupid.

"I love you, baby." He murmured against my lips, smiling lazily as he pecked my face multiple times, making me giggle.

"Rome, baby, I love you too but you have to stop with all the kisses." I chuckled and his only response was an adorable pout.

"I need a kiss." He pointed to his cheek adorably and leaned towards me, "Need it, angel, now. Now give."

I sighed, placing yet another kiss on his cheek when he smiled in satisfaction and leaned his head on my shoulder.

We had just finished eating our cake and were tired from all the dancing and mingling around to say hello to the guests.

"Can I take you to our room now?" He mumbled with his eyes closed and I smiled softly, pushing his hair away from his forehead.

Our room.

"Not yet, Rome." I told him gently and heard his groan as he banged his head against the table.

"Tell the guests to leave. I want some time alone with my wife." He grumbled unhappily and I chuckled as Lily walked over to us.

"What's wrong with him?" She asked when he sat up straight.

"Lily, baby sister!" He opened his arms for her and she stepped back, terrified.

"What the hell happened to him? Are you high? Is he on drugs or something?" She asked incredulously, obviously taken aback by his laid back attitude when I rubbed his back softly and chuckled.

"I'm high on my wife, who is Mrs. Angelo, by the way." He smirked lazily and looked at me, eyes widening, "And she is incredibly hot."

Lily chuckled as he licked his lips, looking me up and down appreciatively.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?" He asked me and I nodded with a grin.

"Many times."

"I should say it even more then. You look beautiful and ethereal, like my goddess. I can't wait to take this dress off you and fu—" I covered his mouth with my palm and looked at Lily in alarm.

"Yeah, I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear that and go somewhere else. Preferably alone. Good day." She spoke, traumatised, leaving as quickly as she came.

"Keep it down, Roman." I warned him and he grinned.

"I love it when you take charge, it turns me the fuck on, like right now, I'm hard as fuck." He said and I gasped as he placed my hand on his erection when I smacked his arm, making sure no one was around before glaring at him.

"Language, Mr. Angelo." I chastised.

"But I need to fuck you, Mrs. Angelo. We need to consummate the marriage, as soon as we can." He stated as a matter of fact and I shook my head as a smile took over my face.

"You can do that later." I reassured him and he took my hand, intertwining our fingers together as warmth spread through my body.

"We need to get you sober." I patted his stubbled cheek and heard his lazy hum when his eyes fluttered shut as I waved over Enzo and Gabriel.

"What can we do for you, Mrs. Angelo?" Enzo leaned against the table, eyeing Roman whose head was slumped on top of it.

"Is he alive?" He poked his head and Roman swatted his hand away.

"Very much. I need you two to get him sober before he embarrasses both of us any further." I say and they both nod in understanding, smirks on their faces as they lead a grumbling and cursing Roman inside the house.

"Where'd they take him?" Alex sauntered up to me and I smiled up at him.

"To get him sober." I said and he smirked.

"Drunk already? Did he realise who you truly were and went batshit crazy?" He quirked a teasing brow and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Real mature and funny, Alex." I told him and he chuckled.

"You've done well, with the decoration and planning, I mean." Alex commented as he looked around, making me smile softly.

"It came together really well and besides, I had help." I shrugged and saw his small grin.

"Always so humble." He muttered, kissing the top of my head before he had to answer a call.

I got up and decided to talk to some people, moving to the group of ladies that consisted of my Ana, my aunt, Lilac and Kim.

We talked for a while, drinking champagne and enjoying our time together before I heard a deep voice shout at someone and curse them furiously and not even a moment later, Enzo came in the backyard grinning at me.

He winked at me and I frowned in confusion before my eyes widened as Roman stepped back out, his waistcoat and tie discarded, first two or three buttons of the white shirt he had on popped open as he slipped on the black blazer.

He ran his hands through his messy hair in an attempt to fix the unruly mess before running a hand over his face, I knew he was sober enough as he looked around the guests before spotting me, he walked briskly towards me.

"Oops, husband incoming." Ana muttered mischievously and I playfully glared at her as Roman stepped up to me and took my arm.

"How much longer?" He asked in a low tone and I knew he was okay now, or maybe was as he looked at me and smiled easily, putting my hand o his to relax him.

"Everything okay, baby?" I asked in a gentle tone, the ladies giving us some privacy when he smiled softly in the slightest and nodded.

"I just want to take you away from everyone." He muttered and I nodded, kissing his jaw.

"Did Enzo give you a hard time?" I asked and he scowled.

"If by hard time you mean he dunked my head in ice cold water, and then proceeded to dump it on me, then yes." He grumbled unhappily and my eyes widened before they met Enzo's amused ones.

"I just told him to help you sober up a bit." I mumbled thoughtfully and he rolled his eyes.

"Well it worked quite well, angel, now when do we leave for our honeymoon? Can't we send these fucks home?" He asked and I pursed my lips.

"Just wait a bit, you're so impatient." I said exasperated when he smirked.

"Impatient to consummate the marriage, that's for sure." He muttered under his breath but I heard it loud and clear and smacked his arm.

"Behave, or I won't go anywhere with you." I warned when he glared at me.

"Fine, get over with it." He spoke, utterly displeased as I said goodbye to the guests who were leaving before it was finally time to toss the bouquet.

"Ready, ladies?" I asked as they all cheered and I tossed it perfectly behind me, turning around to see who caught it and heard a slight groan.

"What the fuck, kotenok?" Ivan glared at me unhappily as he held the flowers in one hand and rubbed is forehead with the other when I realised they had smacked him straight in the face.

"Whoops." I grinned mischievously and all the boys laughed at his obvious distress as he rubbed his face and shoved the roses onto Alex who grinned at him.

"Get ready to get roped in, Malev." Alex teased but Ivan flipped him off as he walked away from the scene.

"Get fucked, Elias!" He shouted over his shoulder and I erupted into laughter at their exchange as Roman's arm wrapped around me and I sighed, leaning into him.

"Can we go now?" He mumbled and I smiled in amusement at his impatience and looked up at him.

"I need to change." I told him when he nodded and took my hand, leading me into his— no, our house.

At the steps of the front door, he swiftly picked my up bridal style in his arms and I squealed as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Rome! What are you doing?" I asked with wide eyes when he looked down at me with a smirk.

"Keeping up with tradition, what else, wife?" He asked with a teasing glint in his eye and I smiled shyly as he carried me upstairs and all the way to our bedroom.

Putting me down on the floor, he spun me around and kissed me, arms firm around my waist and mine tangling in his hair as our lips moved with each other before I parted them and he slipped his tongue inside my mouth.

Sharing a passionate kiss, I pushed at his chest and he groaned in retaliation as I pulled away from him, his lips pulled into a displeased scowl.

"Let me kiss you, angel." He attempted to grab me but I laughed and slipped away from him.

"I need to change, Roman!" I reminded and he flopped onto the bed dramatically onto his stomach while I giggled at his antics, his face mushed into the covers.

"This isn't fair." He grumbled, his voice muffled while I walked into the closet, pleased to see half of it filled up with my things, the other half with Roman's when my eyes fell on my short white dress hanging on the rack.

Reaching for the veil, I took it off gently but when it came to take the dress off, I couldn't pull the zipper down.

"Rome, a little help, please?" I asked and not even a moment later, he was walking into the closet and looking at me expectantly when I turned around and pointed to my zipper.

"I can't reach it." I pouted at him and heard him sigh as he neared me, putting one of his warm hands on my bare back while the other tugged at the zipper.

He pulled it all the way down and my dress fell onto the ground, pooling at my feet.

"Cazzo, angel, are you trying to kill me?" He asked as his head dropped to my shoulder, his hands wrapping around me and settling on my stomach where I covered them with my own.

"I need to put on some clothes." I told him but he shook his head.

"You're already nearly undressed, why don't we take this to the bed, si?" He asked in a low and seductive tone, his lips touching the shell of my ear as his hot breath fanned my skin, raising goose bumps while his lips left a trail of gentle and small kisses along the length of my neck.

"Rome..." He hummed lowly, my eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his lips kissing my neck, sucking and biting the skin before I remembered we were going to be late.

"We're going to be late." I reminded him and heard his grunt.

"It's our plane, we can go whenever the hell we want to." He grunted and I sighed, turning to face him, clad in lacy white lingerie.

Instantly, his hand went to my breasts, feeling the lacy material of the bra under his thumb, right over my nipple which hardened at his touch.

"You wore this for me?" He asked and I nodded slowly in a daze.

"For my husband." I corrected and saw his small grin.

"I heard he's a great guy. Loves his wife, would kill for her. Handsome too." He said and I giggled softly, my hand holding onto his wrist of the hand that was on my chest.

"He does really love his wife, and she loves him, a lot. Oh, and he's got a big dick too." I added nonchalantly and he burst out laughing, grabbing me by the nape of my neck and pulling me to him to kiss me a few times harshly.

"I," He kissed me on the lips, "Love," Then on the tip of my nose, "You," Then on my forehead before peppering my whole face with little kisses while I laughed and squirmed in his hold.

"So fucking much, that I can't breathe." He spoke and I smiled up at him, cupping his face and pecking his cheek.

"I love you, Rome." I whispered back and saw his satisfied smile as he closed his eyes once in content before reopening them, he grinned slyly before slapping my ass.

"Now get dressed before I fuck you right here." He squeezed my ass, making my yelp.

I smacked him away and he chuckled before leaving the closet when I quickly put on the white silky satin dress that ended a little above my knees, flaring at the waist and had spaghetti straps.

Opening my bun, I let my dark brown hair flow down in waves to my waist, the blonde baby lights in them making them stand out as my curtain bangs framed my face.

I applied a fresh coat of red lipstick since Roman had so nicely kissed it off previously. I put on some light jewellery and perfume, followed by my white heels and walked out with my purse.

"What about our luggage?" I asked as I walked over to Roman whose eyes raked over my frame before he grabbed my hand and twirled me.

"Already there," He told me and smiled coolly, "You look pretty."

"Thank you." I blushed as he laced our fingers together and led me downstairs.

We said goodbye to our families and friends before getting in the car that would take us to the airport, Jane screaming at me not to get pregnant so soon and me pushing Roman inside the car to avoid the embarrassment.

On reaching the airport, Roman carried me bridal style up the plan's steps once again, making me laugh in glee as his men watched us with wide eyes before lowering them swiftly.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Angelo." The pilot and stewardess congratulated us before the nice lady brought us drinks which we drank happily.

I spent all the flight sitting in Roman's lap, sipping on bubbly champagne and sharing kisses with him.

His blazer had been long discarded onto the seat next to us and his sleeves rolled to his elbows, displaying his impressive tattoos and his muscly and veiny arms I loved clinging on to like a monkey.

"I didn't know your middle name was Hael. What does it mean?" I asked as I played with his wedding band when he looked down at me.

"God's celestial angel." He told me and my eyes widened in surprise.

"It's such a pretty name, with an even prettier meaning. Does this mean that you're my angel?" I grinned at him when he huffed out a breathy laugh.

"I'm your devil, baby, you're my angel." He spoke but I shook my head.

"Nope, you're my sweet angel." I cooed and pulled at his cheeks when he slapped my hand away and scowled, making me laugh at him.

"Where are we even going?" I asked Roman for the tenth time but he simply caressed my face, looking at me as if I was a piece of art since the last two hours ago.

"At least tell me how much longer." I pouted when he pressed my face to his chest.

"Go to sleep, there's still seven or eight hours left." He spoke gruffly, running his hands through my hair.

He didn't have to tell me twice because the exhaustion of the past few days made me too exhausted to argue ad I was out like a light within minutes, listening to Roman's steady heartbeat.

"You brought us to Greece?!" I squealed as I ran out the backdoors of the villa we were staying in and straight onto the beach, barefoot and without a care in the world as I watched the crashing waves and dark sky, it was nearly dawn.

We had reached just half and hour ago and since I was asleep the whole time, Roman had carried me home like the gentleman he was and not shaken me awake, but my eyes had opened the moment his embrace left me.

"Slow the fuck down, angel!" He yelled from behind as I stood on the sand which buried my toes in it, taking a deep breath of the fresh and open air with my arms spread out.

"This is so beautiful." I murmured with my eyes closed before opening them and looking sideways at my husband.

"I love it." I said and jumped into his arms, making him stumble back a step and chuckle at me.

"Good." He spoke when I buried my face in his neck and breathed in his familiar intoxicating scent which sent me into overdrive.

"Now are we going to consummate the marriage, or not?" I raised an expectant brow.

His eyes darkened and a slow yet steady smirk made its way onto his face as his hands tightened behind me before he scooped me up into his arms in one go, making me yelp as he threw me over his shoulder.

"Roman!" I gasped when he slapped my ass and I just knew there'd be a handprint there as he carried me back to our villa and up the stairs, dumping me onto our bed which was filled with rose petals.

I looked around and saw fairy lights hanging from some places and candles strategically placed along with red roses.

On my right there were floor to ceiling glass panels which opened onto a balcony that gave a breath taking view of the beach, the white silky and see-through curtains not doing much as they flew with the breeze.

"You like the room?" He asked as he lowered himself onto me and I smiled, nodding.

"It's amazing, Rome, thank you." I whispered and he smiled in the slightest, placing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

"Anything for my wife." He murmured before lowering his lips onto mine as my tummy swarmed with warmth and butterflies, one of his hands caressing my face gently as if I were made of glass as he kissed me slowly, taking his sweet time.

Our tongues tangled, clashing with one another before I let him take the lead and moaned when he bit on my bottom lip, nipping at it before licking it to soothe the pain.

Pulling away in the slightest, he looked at me with adoration, pushing my hair away from my face and neck before his lips trailed a path of wet kisses down my jaw and along the delicate length of my neck, small hums and moans escaping my mouth.

His hand slowly made its way down as his lips sucked on my sweet spot, drawing out various sounds from me and small gasps as he left hickeys everywhere he could while fumbling with the strap of my dress.

He slowly slid it down my shoulder, placing small kisses there and I closed my eyes in content, a sigh leaving my lips when he pecked them lovingly and lifted me a bit to pull down my zipper.

"Do you want to rest, mio angelo?" He asked in a gentle tone but I shook my head and smiled as I cupped his cheek, loving how he leaned into my touch.

"No, I want you to go o further." I encouraged him when he nodded with a smile, kissing my cheek once.

"Lift up a bit." He told me and I complied as he pulled down the zipper of my dress, pulling the dress down my feet and throwing it aside, he sucked in a sharp breath when his eyes raked my body with a hungry and dark gaze before looking into mine.

"You look beautiful, my wife." He told me as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly and I smiled in anticipation as I sat up and helped him, my face level with his belt buckle.

"And you look handsome, my husband." I teased when he grunted, taking hold of my chin and making me look up at him.

"I like it when you say that." He told me, boosting my confidence even more as he pulled his shirt off and leaned down between my legs that hung from the bed.

He kissed my right leg, putting his hand on the left one before trailing it up sensually slow while he kissed up my right leg and all the way to my inner thighs.

I sat back on my elbows, watching him as he kissed between my thighs, never venturing too close and not too far either, but enough to tease the hell out of me when I whined.

"Rome..." I called for him and he smirked as he looked up at me.

"Yes, baby?" He asked and I pouted as his fingers traced the edge of my lacy white panties and pulled at it in the slightest.

"Stop teasing me." I told him and he raised a brow.

"Only if you beg me." My mouth fell open at this demand and I whined, falling back onto the bed dramatically, I swallowed my pride before getting back on my elbows and smiling sweetly.

"Rome, please, can you stop teasing me?" I batted my eyelashes at him, making him chuckle at my pathetic attempt when he shook his head.

"Not quite there." He said and I groaned.

"Romy!" I whined and he laughed at my distress.

"But I can make an exception for you, angel, only you." He said after a moment.

The smile on my face made him grin even more as he hooked his fingers in the band of my panties and pulled them down at an excruciatingly slow speed while I waited desperately for him to touch me.

"So wet, angel, all for me, si?" He asked with a challenging brow raised at me and I nodded, my head falling back when his thumb pressed on my clit and he lightly blew on my sex, making me shudder.

"You want me to taste you, baby?" He asked and I hummed, gasping when I felt his tongue swipe along my folds, his finger teasing my entrance, and one of my hands went down to his hair, tugging at it.

He placed my legs on his shoulders and leaned down as he kept his green eyes on mine, licking and sucking the literal life out of me as he began his torture.

"Roman!" I gasped when he sucked on my clit, my heart thundering in my ears and my body getting warmer and warmer until it became unbearable and my thighs tightened around his head as my hands pulled at his hair.

His tongue probed at my entrance and I cried out when he entered two fingers inside me, pumping them at a slow yet steady pace which his tongue pleasured my clit.

"Rome... Please..." I whimpered, opening my eyes as I fell back onto the bed and my other hand clawed at the silky sheets, feeling the soft texture of the rose petals in the palm of my hand, my lips parted as I tried to remember how to breathe.

"More, Roman." I whined and he smirked as he continued to torture me, sucking on my clit and then licking it, his fingers curling inside me and making my legs shake as my stomach twisted into knots.

"You like this, don't you? You like it when I fuck you with my fingers ad mouth? When I suck your sweet pussy?" He rasped, his voice heavy.

I moaned in response at his dirty and crude words as his pumps became rougher and faster, my back arching off the bed and a groan leaving his mouth when I pulled a bit too hard at his hair.

"Almost there, angel." He urged and I panted as he twisted his fingers inside me at a pleasurable pace, his tongue lapping at my folds.

I shut my eyes tightly and let go of the pleasure that was threatening to burst, my vision getting blurry while I cried out his name as I came undone.

He continued to torture me through my orgasm, not once slowing down the pace of his thrusts or his tongue as he lapped up all my juices and finally took his fingers out of me, bringing them up to his mouth and licking them clean.

"Fuckin' delicious." He grunted and I was sure I was fifty shades of red right now as he lowered himself onto me and kissed me, our tongues swirling as I tasted myself on him and moaned into his mouth.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine before his fingers fumbled with the straps of my bra and he unclasped it, throwing it somewhere behind him before his mouth descended on my chest and I bit my lip harshly.

"Let me hear you." He demanded.

I hummed in pleasure as one of his hands cupped the flesh in his palm and squeezed it gently before pinching my nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger while he sucked at the other nipple, his tongue swirling around it.

He bit on it gently, making me cry out from the slight pain that mixed into the pleasure.

My hands slid down his muscular and sculpted chest slowly all the way down to the edge of his slacks before I fumbled with the belt buckle.

"Patience, baby." He chuckled onto my skin and I shyly averted my gaze as one of his hands unclasped his belt and I helped him slide the slacks off so that now he was only in his boxers, his erection straining against the fabric.

"Is this because of me?" I asked innocently as I palmed his erection and his jaw clenched as a dark look crossed his features and he lowered his lips to my ear.

"You're daring me to fuck you hard, but you're not going to get it tonight." He whispered mockingly and I pouted.

I slid my hand inside the boxers and ran my fingers along his length before taking it out, he took them off as well and kicked them away, his body pressing into mine and making me feel every ridge and every muscle on him.

"You want me to make love to you, Heather?" He murmured seductively and I hummed as his cock teased my entrance and he nuzzled his face in my neck as the tip slowly entered me, making me bite my lip as he pushed himself forward.

A whimper left my lips, drowning in his mouth as he kissed me, taking my hands and putting them on either side of my head, our fingers laced together as he pushed all the way inside in one go, making me gasp into his mouth from how big he was.

"Fuck, angel." He grunted as he stilled inside me and I relaxed my body, our hands clasped together when he slowly rocked himself forward to help me adjust before pulling out only to slam fully right back in, my back arching from the abrupt contact.

"Cazzo." He muttered, closing his eyes and speaking through clenched teeth as he pulled out halfway and thrust back in, rendering me speechless as my head fell back into the pillow and I cried out in both pleasure and pain.

"Scream my name, angel, only mine." He said as he started to thrust inside me at a steady pace, neither too slow nor too fast, each thrust hitting all the right places and making me cry his name out.

His lips went to my neck, kissing, sucking biting as my legs wrapped around his waist and he let go of one of my hands, wrapping it around my throat and mine went to his back, digging my nails into his skin.

"Roman, more, please..." I pleaded as his thrusts only increased their pace a little. He would push himself inside me, still for a split second before pulling out all the way only to slam right back in.

"Let me savour you, baby." He breathed against my skin, sweat forming at his temples and rolling down the side of his face, falling onto my body.

He continued his sweet torture of kissing, sucking, biting, thrusting, in and out, in and out until I couldn't breathe anymore and my legs shook for a release.

"Please, I need to—" I practically begged him as he lowered his hand between us, his thumb playing with my clit and teasing me even more, the slow yet steady pace of his thrusts driving me wild when I realized it.

He was actually making love to me, not fucking me, making love.

"Heather, my Heather, my wife, my angel, my heart, my life—" His voice wavered as a few tears escaped my eyes and he kissed them away, a pained expression on his face.

"I'm going to embed myself so deeply into you that every time you walk, you think of me, every time you sleep, you dream of me and every time you breathe, you breathe me." He rasped.

"I'm going to carve myself onto your skin and into your heart so deeply that you know no one else but me, your man, your husband, and you, only mine." He murmured harshly and I whimpered, my eyes closing when his lips captured mine.

"Cum with me." He urged.

It only took a few more powerful thrusts from him for me to come undone, his name dying on my lips like a constant prayer while my name stained his and he fought to breathe properly as he came inside me, filling me up with his cum as we both rode out our high.

Sighing heavily, he rest his forehead against mine as he wiped a stray tear from the corner of my eye with his thumb and smiled subtly as my eyelashes fluttered.

"I think I've exhausted you enough for tonight." He kissed my forehead and got up from on top me, a lingering pain between my legs as I turned to my side and watched him walk into what I assumed was a bathroom and turn on the water.

A few minutes later, he came back and lifted me into his arms bridal style and carried my exhausted body into the bathroom and lowered me into the rosy smelling water filled with bubbles and rose petals.

"I'll be right back, relax." He murmured as he pushed my hair away from my sweaty face and kissed the tip of my nose before going out, he came back a few minutes later while I lay quietly in the warm water.

"Move forward a bit." He rubbed my back gently, helping me move ahead to make space for him and got in behind me, my body between his legs.

He washed my hair with the utmost care, massaging my scalp soothingly and lathering my body with soap, he helped me clean up before we laid in the warm water for a while, his arms wrapped securely around me and his fingers drawing patterns on my waist.

When we were done, he drained the water and helped me dry up, making me wear a luxuriously soft bath gown before tying a towel around his waist.

He took me to the closet and gave me one of his t-shirts from his suitcase which I quickly put on along with a pair of my underwear underneath.

Putting on some trousers, he took my hand and led me towards the bed which I noticed had changed sheets and realised he must have changed them.

My eyes moved onto the balcony where the sky was getting lighter in colour as dawn approached and birds chirped.

"Can we go outside for a bit?" I asked him and he nodded once before taking me out.

I breathed in the cool and fresh air, leaning back against Roman's chest as he held me in place, our fingers laced together and our wedding bands glinting.

"This is perfect." I turned around in his arms and watched him gaze at me softly as he tipped my chin up and leaned down to me, his emerald green eyes shining with a happiness and joy that wasn't there before.

"We're perfect." He murmured and I smiled before his lips touched mine in the gentlest of kisses, jolting me to life and making me warm all over as my bod heated up under his fiery gaze and warm touch.

"I love you, Heather Elias Angelo, more than anything in this whole damn world." He murmured against my lips when I smiled and framed his face with both hands.

"And I love you, Roman Hael Angelo, more than anything in this world."

And I would always love him like he would always love me, because I was his lost angel.

And he was my celestial one.