Chapter TWELVE ANDRES

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.