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“There’s no going back now, Helena. You’re mine forever.”
“Marco, don’t you realize there never was? We were born to be together. You just had to wait a while for me.”
“That just makes me appreciate you more, sweetheart.”
She leans into me, bringing her face up for a kiss and I can’t stop myself. I kiss her with everything I’m feeling, because finally, today, she truly becomes mine in every single way.
“I’m afraid that part is supposed to come after the ceremony is finished,” the priest interjects.
Helena throws her head back and laughs. The sound is so full of joy that I savor it.
“That’s okay, we can kiss then, too,” I assure him. She leans into me, her arm going around me, and I hold her close as the priest begins.
The entire time he’s speaking I’m just going over it all in my mind and I realize that as hard as it was, as much shit as I had to wade through, I’d do it all again. I would withstand every beating, every torture my father and the twins shelled out—all of it. All. Of. It. I’d do it all over, again and again. I’d do it gladly as long as my reward was Helena and the joy she alone brings into my life.
She makes it worth it.
I look down at my woman and she mouths the words, “I love you.”
Just that simple thing wraps around my heart and sends heat and joy through me simultaneously.
Fuck, yeah, I’d do it all again, as long as I get Helena in the end, I wouldn’t even think twice.
She is everything to me.
Chapter 48
Helena
The wedding the dinner it was all beautiful. I loved every second of it. The shared courtyard proved it was a great idea that will only get better once all the brothers have their own home. I know Marco loved it. I could tell by the way they laughed and talked and even though dinner was a catered affair this time, I could already see the family having barbecues and birthday parties. That’s what I wanted. I wanted a space where we would grow closer and become a family that I always wanted and the one that Marco and his brothers (and Melina when she was here) deserved. Everything about today was beautiful, but when Marco led me to our house and we told the others goodnight, I was ready.
No, I was more than ready for our wedding night. We had made love once since my return from Phoenix. Still, I know Marco was holding back from me. That one time was beautiful. I loved every second of it. Then again, there’s nothing to dislike when Marco is worshipping my body. Still, there was none of the control and playing that Marco liked. He didn’t try to dominate me. He didn’t try to push me, and not once did he refer to himself as daddy and I found I missed it.
Like a lot.
That means, I was intent on making tonight different. Marco doesn’t need to handle me with care. He loves me and that’s all I need to be happy. The shit in Phoenix was bad, but it could have been so much worse. I’m alive, I wasn’t harmed, and I have the man that I love with me. I don’t need anything else.
By the time he carried me to our bedroom, my body felt like it was on fire, and now we’re here. The time for waiting is over. So, I let him watch as I slip my dress off. He takes his clothes off at the same time. We go piece for piece, but since all I have is a dress and a small lace thong, I’m undressed way before him.
That means while Marco finishes, I get on the bed and watch as he takes everything off until he’s standing in front of me in nothing but his slacks, the buttons undone at the top and he’s looking down at me with that cocky look that I love.
I’m lying on the bed by this point—completely naked, legs spread, and knees bent for my man. That’s the position Marco likes, and that’s the position I’m going to give him. He slowly undoes his zipper, and I can hear the raking of the metal teeth echoing in the room. My breath is frozen in my lungs as he pushes his pants down, kicking them out of the way. He's completely naked now. He’s gorgeous from his golden, tanned skin to the smattering of chest hair across his pecs and torso. I itch to bury my face in it, and I know before the night is through, I’ll do that very thing.
My gaze drops down as I take in his cock. I bite down on my lip as desire shoots through me, making my body quake and making me so wet, that it’s all I can do to keep from touching myself. He crawls up on the bed and I know I’m supposed to remain in position. I’m seriously trying but I can’t move my gaze from his long, thick, beautiful cock. It’s covered in the hard ridges of veins that are pushing out like a damn road made that I want to follow with my tongue and even though, I know it’s not what my man gave me permission to do, I take my shot.
