Dorian's Destiny: Altered (29 page)

“Can't let good icing go to
waste.” She grabbed the figurines out of his hand.

Watching her tongue strip away the icing
induced a premature reaction in him. He took in a few lust
cleansing breaths. There were still a few more romantic elements he
wanted to execute.

“What?” Megan inquired to his intense
staring.

“Nothing,” he replied, turning his attention
safely back to the cake.

“Uh huh,” she said, obvious in her voice.
She nearly laughed when he turned more as she moved closer. The
alcohol definitely induced the desired effect.

He focused on cutting the
cake but her proximity made that difficult and did nothing to
relieve his earlier response. He considered pulling her close,
kissing her passionately and skipping straight to the bedroom, but
he refrained. Patience is a virtue, often rewarding those who
practice it. “Another tradition, I believe, is to feed one another
cake as messily as possible,” he grinned as he handed a slice of
cake to her and retained one for himself.

“I believe you're right,” she giggled.

“Same time?” he asked.

Both stood still, plates in hand, hesitant
to smear cake in each other’s face. “On three,” he suggested,
sensing the standoff. “One, two, th...” The end of three was
muffled by a face full of cake. He managed his turn before
staggering back into one of the table chairs. Laughing
uncontrollably, he barely managed to clean his face with a handful
of monogrammed napkins.

Megan had her own difficulties; his aim had
been severely compromised by her jumping the gun. Most of the cake
ended up on her chin and neck. “Guess you meant after three,” she
laughed.

“Obviously,” he quipped. In
a split second, he grabbed her at the waist, spinning and pulling
her down onto his lap. “You missed a spot.” He pointed to her neck.
“Let me get that for you,” he added before drawing his tongue
across the side of her neck.

“Thanks,” she whispered breathlessly.

“My pleasure,” he uttered huskily, tracing
his lips with the tip of his tongue.

She chewed on her bottom
lip, and then slowly closed her eyes, as he leaned in. Suddenly,
however, she was placed on her feet again instead of receiving her
expected kiss.

“One more tradition,” he announced, grateful
this back and forth teasing would soon be put to bed. His body was
a confused mass of reactions.

“Okay,” Megan sighed, unsatisfied.

He released her waist and
took her hand, leading her back to the wall of windows. “Now it’s
time for our first dance as husband and wife. I listened to many
beautiful love songs, hoping to find one that came close to
expressing how I feel about you. This song comes as close as
possible to expressing my love for you.” He removed his fingers
from hers temporarily to press the play button on a CD player she
hadn’t noticed earlier. The intro to the song, “Truly, Madly,
Deeply” by Savage Garden began to play as he wrapped his arm around
her waist and she placed her hand on his shoulder. Their free hands
interloped.

They danced in silence, the
city lights blurred as their bodies swayed to the rhythm of their
love song. The mimicked their desire to be whatever the other
needed. As the last note faded, she looked up at him, smiling
through tear filled eyes. “I never thought anyone would feel the
way that song describes, much less think it's not enough. I'm not
sure I deserve you.”

He placed his hands on the sides of her
face, looking her in the eyes. “You don't, but I'm so grateful
you'll have me.” At his words, she let her tears fall. “Those are
tears of joy?” He asked hopefully.

“Yes. Most definitely,” she smiled, still
staring into her husband's eyes.

“Then my work is done. Shall we retire to
the bedroom?”

Megan nodded.

The bedroom was decorated in the same motif
as the rest of the suite. A four poster cherry wood bed graced the
center of the room, covered in white satin sheets. Two towel swans
sat in the center of the bed, a heart made from rose petals
encircling them. Their elegant long necks stretched out to meet in
a kiss. Completing the room were matching nightstands on both sides
of the bed, a matching dresser and mirror set against the left
wall. Two sets of doors occupied the right wall as the closet and
bathroom.

It provided the perfect backdrop for their
first night together, but she couldn't shake the feeling something
was missing. “Where's the box Josie got me? She told me to open it
on my wedding night?” She asked, panic in her voice.

“It's on one of the end tables in the living
room.”

“You've thought of everything,” she beamed,
kissing Dorian on the cheek.

“I tried,” he smiled.

“I should probably open it.” She had a
feeling she knew what it held inside.

“Okay. I'll go get it for you.”

She remained in the bedroom
while he retrieved her present. She ran her hand along the edge of
the king sized bed. The satin tickled her fingertips. She imagined
her naked body pressed against his, the sheets gliding over her as
he penetrated. The shutting of the door pulled her from her
fantasy. She released the fistful of sheets, smoothing them
out.

“Here you go.” He offered her the box.

“Thanks. I'm just going to
open this and freshen up.” She blurted, accepting the package and
rushing to the bathroom.

“Wait, you might need
this.” He pulled the lacy blue garter from his pocket, a mix of
teasing and delight in his voice.

She huffed under her breath. She needed a
moment to compose herself. Returning to where he stood, she smiled
then yanked the garter from his hands as he twirled it around his
finger. “Thanks,” she blurted again and continued with her original
plans.

She sat the box on the
back of the toilet and gripped the pedestal sink. She inhaled a few
fantasy cleansing breaths. She was so nervous, the butterflies in
her stomach were doing gymnastics. The explicit vision didn't help
either. No, now, she was aroused, but just as nervous, maybe even
more. She stared at herself in the mirror. She looked the same as
she did at her wedding, minus the dress. Her hair was still in its
up-do, and her makeup
still
flawless, except for lipstick that had long been
kissed off.

Why are you so
nervous?

She knew if she spoke aloud, even in a
whisper, Dorian would hear her.

You just married a man who practically
thinks you're a gift from God, an angel, who tells you you're more
beautiful each time he lays eyes on you. Neither one of you has any
experience in the bedroom. So suck it up, girl. Go out there and
enjoy yourself. It's not necessary to get it perfect the first
time; you have the rest of your life to perfect the act.

Having reassured herself,
at least temporarily, she grabbed Josie's gift. Having a good idea
of what was inside, she hoped it wouldn’t be too risky or she'd
have to give herself another pep talk. She carefully removed the
wrapping, again intent on saving it as a memento. She lifted the
lid of the box. Inside, on top of tissue paper, lay a
note.

Congratulations! You are now a married
woman. Dorian is one hell of a lucky man. In this box you'll find a
'little' something special to wear on your wedding night, it's
guaranteed to knock Dorian's socks off. FYI, it’s white and lacy.
The other items are for later, as they will likely knock more than
his socks off. Start off slow, don’t want to give the poor guy a
heart attack. Now go rock Dorian's world.

She smiled as she placed
the note in the lid of the box. She had been right about it
containing lingerie. She pulled back the tissue paper and removed a
white, baby doll nightgown, donning it swiftly before her
nervousness could return. It was sexy, yet elegant. The lace halter
top plunged low to the empire waist. The sheer skirt hit her upper
thigh, revealing the matching white G-string. Her hair cascaded
down around her shoulders as she released it from its
bun.

She stared at herself again
in the mirror, this time, with confidence. She felt sexy. The
nightgown hugged her delicate curves perfectly; the lace halter top
exposing just enough of her breasts to entice. She struck her best
sexy pose, one arm stretched up, grasping the door frame, the other
at her waist. She smiled, sure she had the goods to drive him
crazy. She let a giggle escape her throat, amused over this new
confidence.

Whoa, there cowgirl. Don't
want to give him a heart attack.

She echoed Josie’s words from the note.

Just be yourself. You are
who he fell in love with.

She turned from the mirror, inhaled a deep
breath, and reached for the doorknob.

*****

Dorian paced back and forth
beside the bed, unsure what to do with himself, while he waited for
her to reemerge from the bathroom. He needed something to occupy
his time or he'd likely wear a rut in the floor with his pacing. He
stopped and looked at the bed adorn with kissing swans and rose
petals. The swans were cute, but in the wrong way. He carefully
removed each one, trying hard not to unfold them.

He glanced down at himself. He had no idea
how she would be dressed when she emerged from the bathroom. He
didn’t want to be fully dressed and her not. As nervous as he
already was, and sure she was too, he didn’t want to cause any more
awkwardness than necessary. Doubting she would be completely nude,
he decided to undress down to his boxers. Now, he stood there fully
exposed. She had downed the wine to help combat her nerves. He
needed to do the same, but not with alcohol. He rushed out of the
bedroom and into the kitchen. He grabbed one of the containers of
blood he requested the refrigerator to be stocked with. He wondered
what kind of kinky stuff the staff of the hotel thought he was
into.

A large stack of money
always seemed to stifle any questions. He engulfed the sweet
nectar, even though it was only animal blood, it provided the
needed sustenance. He grabbed another and downed it just as
quickly. He didn’t want his thirst to rear its ugly head during his
moment of passion. He rushed back into the bedroom and continued
waiting.

He turned when he heard her giggle. He
stared at the bathroom door, anxiously waiting for it to open. When
he heard the click of the doorknob, his heart began to beat
rapidly. The fresh supply of blood pumped through his body. When
she finally stepped out, she was a vision in white and lace. She
stood there in the doorway, the light from the bathroom
illuminating her from behind.

“Wow,” he exclaimed. He had
mixed feelings about only being in his underwear. Pleased they were
in similar stages of undress, his lack of clothing however, made
his reaction to her appearance more noticeable. He crossed his
hands in front of himself to somewhat hide her effect on
him.

She smiled, noticing both the initial
reaction and the cover up. Playing on both and her confidence from
earlier, she spun around, giving him a three sixty view. “You
like?” she teased when facing him again. “You should thank
Josie.”

“I will.” He grinned as he
walked around the bed toward her, her beauty luring him in. He
brushed her hair away from her shoulder, then ran his hand down the
side of her body, from her neck to her waist. Wrapping his arm
around her, he pulled her into him, all the while staring into her
eyes. After flipping off the light in the bathroom, with his free
hand, he lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he
carried her to the bed. “Are you nervous?” He asked, laying her
down gently to hover above her.

“A little,” she admitted. “You?”

“Yes,” he croaked. “Not sure I know what to
do,” he added, grinning sheepishly.

“You seem to be doing fine so far. I'm sure
you can figure it out,” she smiled reassuringly. “Besides, I had
anatomy drilled into my brain in college. I understand what needs
to go where if you get too lost,” she joked.

“I'll keep that in mind.” He smiled widely
before pressing his lips to hers. This time, he kissed her with
everything he had, like he had wanted since she had been united
with him in front of his father and God. Pulling away to give her
time to catch her breath, he admired her body beneath his.

Sensing his eyes on her, she opened her own.
She could barely make out his face above her. “You can see
perfectly, can't you?” She asked anxiously.

“Yes, sorry,” he
apologized, hearing the dread in her voice, “I could turn on a
light to make things fair if you would like,” he
suggested.

“No. It's fine,” she
frowned, shutting her useless eyes, knowing a light would make her
feel more exposed. Witnessing the frown on her face, he smiled. She
didn't know how beautiful she truly was. He returned to his
admiration of her beauty. Oh, how he wanted to kiss her everywhere,
touch her everywhere, explore every part of her body, she had
readily given to him. However, he wasn't sure how long he could
resist being inside her.

Beginning his exploration,
he relished the sweet lavender scent of her hair as he licked and
nibbled her ear. Her blood rushed below her delicate skin, pumped
madly by her arousal. Not lingering long at the dangerous spot, he
moved farther down. Pulling off her nightgown, he exposed her
breasts. He traced one of her nipples with his index finger. After
it hardened to his touch, he took it hungrily into his
mouth.

“Ah,” she moaned, her passion increasing
with each body part he teased with his tongue. She allowed him to
repeat the process on the other; his hand squeezing her backside
before pulling him away from her bosom. “I'm ready,” she whispered
in his ear.