"You look pretty good, too." I knew for sure that Massimo had his own tuxedos, but he was wearing a rented one. It still fit him like a glove.
Then there was music as the two of us walked down the aisle together. Nobody was here to give me away. I was here to bind my life together with a man who was too good to be true.
And he was all mine.
The officiant started speaking. There were two bridesmaids on my side who were acting as witnesses. A lot of times, Vegas weddings were considered sordid affairs that were annulled as soon as the couple woke up the next morning and came to their senses. I knew that I was entirely sober and didn't want to annul it.
Both of us confirmed that we wanted to be married to each other. Honestly the entire world felt like a colorful blur. But I felt his hand pushing my wedding band on my finger. I put a band on his. And then his mouth was on mine as his arms gripped my waist, wrapping around me like warm steel bands and lifting me off of my feet as he crushed his mouth to mine with my feet a foot in the air.
"Ahem," the officiant said.
He gently set me back on my feet and held my hand. We thanked everyone in the chapel before collecting our marriage certificate, leaving our borrowed clothes, and heading out.
"I love you, wife," Massimo said as we left the chapel.
"I love you, husband," I told him. "Am I a princess now?"
He raised our joined hands to his mouth and kissed the back of my hand. "Not if my parents refuse to accept you, strip all of my titles and lands, and remove me from the line of succession. But you'll always be the princess of my heart."
"That's all that matters to me," I replied.
"Our hotel is too far away," he complained.
"We don't even have a hotel," I giggled. "We can walk into any of these and be fine."
"That's true," he said. "Normally, I have a security team scope out any hotels, but since we're being reckless tonight..." He dragged me into the nearest hotel. He gave them his card but asked to be "unlisted." I didn't know what that meant, but maybe it was something that celebrities and royalty did.
In about a minute, we had key cards to the presidential suite and were in an elevator. His hand was in the small of my back, holding my body against his. My face rested on his shoulder. When the elevator chimed, we got out.
"Get naked," Massimo commanded. I shivered at the tone of his voice and started taking off my clothes. As his body was revealed piece by piece, I shivered. He looked unreal, like an ancient statue. I stopped with my bra and underwear still on.
"Come here, tesoro," he said. I took one step closer to him. His mouth came down on mine as he undid my bra and took it off of me. My underwear was next. He kissed his way down to my belly button and then licked my mound.
"Hold onto my shoulders," he told me.
I shivered as I obeyed his command. "Oh!"
His hand carefully parted me so that he could access the center of my pleasure. I had to use his shoulders just to stay upright, but it was an uphill battle. My knees felt like they were about to give out.
And then they did as my mind exploded like an Independence Day fireworks show. When I could breathe again, I opened my eyes. I was on a bed with a naked husband on top of me. All the lights were on. But before I could get self conscious, I saw the blaze in his eyes that said that he liked what he saw, soft stomach and all. His mouth descended on my neck, kissing and biting as I twisted under him, my back arching and my stomach melting. He put one expert hand between my thighs, making me cry out in a mini-orgasm as he played my body like a virtuoso would play a violin.
I couldn't breathe when his hot mouth descended on my breasts, biting the tops before sucking on my nipples. I felt like there was a waterfall gushing between my thighs and knew that I'd gotten the sheets wet. My upper thighs definitely were wet at this point. But he kept going, stimulating me until I thought I'd go crazy.
"Take me," I panted. I was proud of myself for getting out that much. I was almost beyond the point of speech.
He pulled my ankles over his shoulders and leaned down, teasing me with his hardness.
"You sure you want to consummate our marriage, wife? No going back."
"I love you. Yes."
When his body dove into mine, I screamed and immediately clenched around him. My entire world descended into explosive blackness as stars burst behind my eyelids. He was deeper than he'd ever been before. His hands moved to my hips to move them to the perfect angle. He filled me almost beyond what I could hold.
His thrusts were brutal and unstoppable. I gasped my way through yet another orgasm as he continued to pound me into the bed. But when I felt his body tense, I knew he was close. I opened my eyes and whispered, "Come for me."
He fell over the edge and filled me with his warm seed. There was too much for my body to hold. I could feel it leaking out of me. But he stayed right there, on top of me. He stared into my eyes and touched my cheek as gently as a leaf blowing in the wind.
"You're mine," he told me.