Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Her hair is styled in soft waves, compliments to the clutch I had on her hair, and they are cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes, those mesmerizing eyes that will always be my favorite color, are fixed on me, and I can see the love and happiness reflected in them as she moves them between our guests.
Emerson’s smile lights up the room when her eyes lock in on my family hogging the front pew on the right side of the church. She’s forgiven Andrik already. Mine has been harder to come by.
I understand the mistake he made, and the consequences of what could have happened if anyone in the federation reached the same conclusion, but his betrayal hurt. He could have spoken to me. He could have manned up and told me his concerns. I probably wouldn’t have listened, but I only remember that when Emerson is moaning beneath me.
It is easy to forget the cruelties of the world when the very reason you exist is breathing life back into your lungs.
I’m sure I will get over it eventually, but my forgiveness will have nothing to do with the five hundred million Andrik is refusing to let me return, and everything to do with the woman who made decades of abuse disappear with a single glance.
As our eyes lock again now, the magic that spell-bounded me fourteen years ago hits me again. Andrik did try to warn me. He told me again and again how dangerous my plans with Emerson were. I didn’t listen. I thought I could dodge the federation’s rules as he had most of his life. I had no clue how fucking stupid I was being.
My stubbornness is the reason Andrik was forced to take matters into his own hands.
I am to blame for losing Emerson from my life for ten years, not my brother.
Actually, no. It was neither of our faults. It was the cruelness of a world too corrupt for young love to survive.
As Emerson reaches the altar, I take her hand in mine. The warmth and softness of her skin tell me what I need to do. After holding my finger up, requesting Father Loroza wait before commencing our vows, I twist to face Andrik.
He looks humble when I gesture for him to join us on the altar as Wynne has on Emerson’s side. It isn’t a look I thought he could pull off.
When Emerson’s cheeks turn a red hue in support of my attempt at reconciliation with my brother, I flare my nostrils, eager to capture the scent of her heated skin.
Confusion bombards me. A unique scent is bounding out of Emerson’s mouth. It wasn’t there when we fooled around in the limousine, but before I can query about it, Father Loroza requests for me to read my vows.
With my eyes locked on Emerson instead of the card Father Loroza is trying to hand me, I say, “I, Mikhail, take you, Emerson, as my lawfully wedded wife. I promise to support you, honor you, and stand by your side through all the challenges life may bring. I vow to respect you and to fulfill the commitments we have made to each other today until death do us part.”
Emerson’s smile is radiant, lighting up my life as she returns my vow. “I, Emerson, take you, Mikhail, as my lawfully wedded husband. I promise to support you, honor you, and stand by your side through all the challenges life may bring. I vow to respect you and to fulfill the commitments we have made to each other today until death do us part.”
Memories flash through my head at the speed of a bolt of lightning when mischievousness darts through her eyes at the end of her vow. The priest, however, moves the ceremony forward like we didn’t black out his calendar for the entire day. “These rings are a symbol of marriage, a tangible reminder of the promises you’ve made today.”
Father Loroza hands us the rings that will weave together with the rings we’ve not removed once in the past twelve months before he requests we place them onto each other’s fingers.
I go first, grateful that we’re finally here, ready to start our lives together as husband and wife.
As Emerson does the same, I look into her eyes and see my future—a future filled with love, happiness, and endless possibilities. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with her, to cherish and protect her, and to build a life together filled with joy, love, and countless orgasms.
Father Loroza’s voice breaking through the wicked thoughts in my head keeps my cock half-mast. “In the sight of God and the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” His narrowed gaze is unexpected when he turns his eyes to me and says, “You may kiss your bride.”