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I feel something building inside of me, as I always do under his ministrations. I try to keep my eyes on his, even though the pleasure makes me throw my head back and close my eyes by instinct. Each time I open them again and look at him, and I feel everything else drift away. I stop caring about what my face looks like, whether I’m making some kind of embarrassing expression. I stop caring about whether my body is right because I already know that to him, it is. I stop caring about the world outside, which for me no longer exists at this moment.
Everything disappears but the contact between us. Our eyes, our hips, our hands entwined together on the bed. He buried deep inside me. The brush of his hardness over every bundle of nerves inside me. Everything is gone but that, even my mind, and I’m lost, so lost, until light explodes inside of me and floods all of my senses. I moan and gasp and know only that I’m saying his name over and over again, love pouring out of me along with the ecstasy.
When I come back to myself again, we’re lying side by side on the bed, both panting for breath and slick with sweat. I turn and look at him and laugh because I’m so happy that there is nothing else to do.
“Well,” he says. “How about that? Was your wedding night everything you expected?”
I laugh again, tracing a finger over the contours of his chest. “It has started out far better. But I don’t think it’s over yet. There is still plenty of time for it to surprise me.”
“Is that so?” he asks, teasing, his grin wide. His hand slips down my side, and the next thing I know he’s pulling me against him, curving himself around me. I end up with my legs in the air, my ass resting against the front of his legs, supported in such a way that I can’t lower my feet to the bed. “Well, just in case. You ought to preserve whatever you can inside of you, while we recover. Who knows? We might get pregnant tonight.”
My hand flutters to my belly in surprise at the thought, and I can’t help but grin widely. “Do you think so?”
“After such strenuous activity, I think my little guys are swimming very strongly,” he says seriously, making me laugh yet again.
“Well, I suppose we have to be sure, though,” I tell him. “We ought to keep giving them lots of opportunities to get in the water.”
“You mean, we should practice very often?”
“Very often,” I tell him thoughtfully. “Well, I suppose we can make a start on it during our honeymoon. That’s what it’s for, right?”
“I heard a rumor to that effect,” he agrees, tracing a hand over the side of my face. “Although, it seems silly to me. Leaving Monaco to go somewhere else on vacation. It’s already one of the most beautiful spots in the world.”
“True, but it doesn’t have a beautiful natural beach like the island will,” I said. “Remind me – which of your business partners was it who offered us to stay there? I couldn’t keep them straight at the reception, and I didn’t know who to thank.”
“It was Jean-Paul,” Nico says. “The old one, with the grey hair and the scar on his right cheek. And don’t worry, I made sure to thank him on both of our parts.”
I sigh contentedly, wriggling against him a little. “I can’t wait to go out there. Everything is ready for tomorrow?”
“Henri is taking care of it.” Nico kisses my shoulder, the only part of me his mouth can easily reach at this angle. “He’s going to take care of everything until I’m back to take over.”
“He’s really going to run the whole of Monaco single-handedly?” I tease.
“It’s only a quarter of Monaco, at the very most,” Nico says, flashing me a teasing smile in return. “You know, I think you may have held yourself up for long enough now.”
“Oh, really? Well, then, should I put my legs down…?”
“No,” Nico says, shifting himself just slightly until I feel something poking into my thigh. “I was thinking this position is already very convenient for something else…”
And I laugh – but only until he thrusts insides me and takes my voice away. There is still the rest of the wedding night to enjoy, after all.
Epilogue
TWO YEARS LATER
Nico
I walk in through the door of my home and look around, straining my ears. At first, I think that something must be wrong because I don’t immediately hear the sound of anyone running towards me.
And then the sound of a playful yip followed by claws scratching on hardwood comes down the hall, and I grin to myself. Just behind the paws, another set of footsteps slaps heavily against the wood, without any of the same coordination.
