I walked into the condo after my wife.
Fuck.
Heat filled me. Ellie was finally mine.
My wife.
Just the thought had my cock hardening behind my pants.
I watched the layers of her skirt swirl around her calves, and goddamn I swear I felt the entire world shift on its axis.
I told Ellie I wanted a wedding night.
A real one.
I wanted this marriage to be real, and that included a mature, consensual, sexual relationship.
And she agreed.
She fucking agreed.
I’d been waiting for that moment all night long. I craved her touch. Needed to feel her writhing beneath me.
From the second I saw her walking towards me down the aisle, across the black carpet that glittered with hundreds of sparkles sewn across it, making it look like she was floating across a piece of the night sky, I wanted her with a fierce hunger I could barely comprehend.
For months, I’d watched Ellie from afar. I’d wondered about who she really was, what she was running from.