Love Me (Trust Series #2) (7 page)

We stand there for a few minutes, and then I remember what Chandra said about looking in the bridal Bible. I open it and see a picture of my mom and dad holding me when I was just an infant.

Turning it over, I read.

Running a finger over the familiar handwriting, I say, “I love you, Mom and Dad. Thank you for everything.”

Squeezing me to him, Damien asks, “Are you ready? We can stay as long as you want.”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

We walk to the limo at a leisurely pace. Once there, he helps me with my dress as I get into the backseat. The lights inside the limo are dim, creating a romantic ambiance. I cannot wait to be home, alone with my husband. It’s crazy to believe that two days ago I just got engaged, and now, I am officially his wife.

He interrupts my silent thoughts as we start driving into the night. “What are you thinking about?”

“Hmm, let’s see…where to start? We are heading home as husband and wife. The beautiful day you just gave me, filled with sentimental thoughts and acts that I’ll never forget, was perfect, and I am blessed to have you in my life. Thank you.”

“Hmm, we have had a busy couple of days, but you got one thing wrong.”

My brows scrunch as I look in question at his crystal clear blue eyes. He has a cat-ate-the canary smile.

“We aren’t going home. What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t take you on a honeymoon?”

That causes me to sit erect. “Honeymoon? Where are we going? With everything going on, I thought we would wait.”
He’s actually taking me on a honeymoon. I’m going on a honeymoon!

He runs his hand through his black hair as he pierces me with his gaze. “Alli, I’m going to give you the world. I’ve made the necessary arrangements to keep you safe while we travel. Where’s the one place you would love to go more than any place in the world?”

I’m practically on the edge of my seat, looking at Damien.
Did he really? Am I really going to Italy?

He’s nodding at my excitement.

“You’re taking me to Italy? We’re going to Italy? On our honeymoon?”

He nods, and I crush myself to him, dress be damned.

“Thank you, thank you. I can’t believe you planned a honeymoon along with everything else. Thank you. It’s too much. You’re too much. I love you.”

I start kissing him. His tongue moves against mine in a tempting way.

I. Need. Him.

Moving to straddle him in the back of the limo, he groans as we both deepen the kiss. His hands grip tightly on my waist while my hands intertwine in his messy black hair. When my fingers go to the button of his shirt, he puts distance between us, breaking the intense connection. A small cry of protest leaves my lips.

“Baby, I’m all for limo sex but not tonight. I want the first time I have you as my wife to be as special as the first time we were together.”

I shiver pleasantly at the memory. It was incredible.

Pulling up to the airport, we are both in a sexual frenzy. I’m still straddling his lap, kissing him sweetly. His hands are just below my breast as his thumb sporadically comes up to stroke me.

Between kisses, he mumbles, “Alli, baby, we’re here.”

“Hmm…”

He starts sliding us toward the door. The hum of the plane immediately sounds in proximity as the door opens. In one fluid moment, he stands with me still in his arms. I cannot help the giggle that emerges as he walks quicker than I would have thought possible up to his plane. Bounding up the stairs, he takes them two at a time.

As he ducks under the doorway, he cuts off the captain’s greeting. Sounding like a man at the end of the rope, he speaks a solid command, “Take off whenever you’re ready. We are not to be disturbed.”

Damien doesn’t even wait for a response from the captain as he continues to make his way to the back.

“I see you have commandeered my favorite jet for our ride.”

The seductive look on his face has me leaning in to give him another kiss.

I need him—bad.

We walk through the bedroom door, and Damien uses his foot to close it behind us. Sitting me down, he turns me around to face the room, just as he did the first night he made love to me at his home.

Wow—our home.

He has completely transformed this room. Normally, it has black bed linens. All of that has been stripped, and everything is solid white, like my wedding dress. The bedspread looks fluffy, like a cloud.
I must be dreaming.

“Oh, Damien, I don’t have words for how special you’ve made this day.”

From behind me, he kisses my neck without saying a word. He pulls his jacket off my arms, and then he tosses it onto a nearby white chair. I can feel the goose bumps begin to form on my bare arms and shoulders. I take a shuddering breath in anticipation of what is about to come. Simultaneously, he puts his hands on the top of each of mine, and he slowly leaves a trail of fire as he drags his fingers up my arms to my shoulders. A moan escapes me as my head falls back against Damien’s left shoulder, exposing the right side of my neck. His lips take over from where his hands left off.

He murmurs, “Mrs. Wales, you are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. You’re all mine now. I cannot wait to be inside you as your husband for the first time.”

At that, he begins nibbling and sucking up to my jaw. Want pools in the depth of my stomach. My head automatically turns his way to meet his lips as his hands begin unzipping my wedding dress at an excruciatingly slow pace. I’m ready to rip the damn thing off myself. Finally, I feel my dress slide to the floor in a billowy cloud while his lips continue to press against mine.

Breaking the kiss, he turns me around to face him. His sharp intake of breath at my bridal lingerie causes a shy smile to spread across my face. This afternoon, I chose a white vintage-style torsolette with a low back that has spots of sheer lace to tease my lover with what treasures lie beneath. With buttons down the front, it ends about two inches above my matching sheer lace panties and is attached to white garters. Still in my heels, I shake my hair, making it cascade some in the front before landing slightly above my breasts.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, baby.”

He’s on me in two seconds flat and walks me backward to the bed. Right now, our lust has reached an uncontrollable limit.

Between kisses, Damien murmurs, “I want to take it so slow and savor you tonight, Alli.”

I whimper at the thought of taking this any slower than it already is. “Please, Damien, I need you. Please don’t make me wait.”

After laying me on the bed, he remains standing, and then he practically rips his clothes off his body. His hands move up to my garters. He’s so desperate for me that his dick jumps with need as he unsnaps the garters one by one. He tears my panties from me, which causes my sex to get wetter.

There’s something about the sound of tearing fabric that turns me on.

Next, he places his hands at the bottom of my torsolette where it meets in the front, and in one motion, he rips it apart. Shockwaves of desire course through my entire body, making me involuntarily arch up. My breasts heave in anticipation. We are getting so close. I’m in nothing but my stockings, heels, and jewelry at this point.

“I am one lucky man, Mrs. Wales, so fucking lucky.” He kisses me gently at the apex of my thighs.

As his fingers push inside me, I moan. “I feel mighty lucky myself, Mr. Wales.”

“Oh, baby, you are more ready than I’ve ever seen you.”

He moves up and positions himself above me. His hands come down on the sides of my face, holding my gaze to him, as he slides his thickened length into my slick heat.

Ah geez, how could I have forgotten how perfect this feels?
Each and every time, it seems like it feels better than before.

“Oh, Damien…please…please…”

I’m lost as he continues to pump in and out of me faster and faster, driving us both to the edge. I can feel my orgasm coming. He sucks my nipple between his lips as I bow off the bed.

“I need—”

Before I have a chance to finish that thought, he maneuvers right to that spot, and I explode at the same time Damien empties himself into me, filling me.

Rolling off of me and pulling me to his side, I cuddle into him as our breathing slows. His fingers link with mine. As I bring his hand up to my lips, I notice the detail of his wedding ring for the first time. There are mysterious markings that go all the way around.

“What are the markings on your ring?”

He looks at me endearingly. “It says
Damien and Alli Forever
in Hebrew with the letters entwined to look like a symbol.”

I smile and give him a light kiss. The tattoo on his chest is his sister’s name, Becky, done in the same fashion as his ring. Damien lost her tragically after she was kidnapped. Everyone else called her Rebecca. The symbolism and importance of this gesture is not lost on me. It’s a reminder of what is important to him in his life.

“I’m never letting you go, Alli. You’re mine forever. Your sapphire ring has the same inscription on the inside of the band. I want you to keep that ring on always as a symbol of us finding each other in this world. Never take it off.”

I pull it off and look inside. Sure enough, it has the exact same markings as his ring.

“I won’t ever take this off. Forever, Damien. Thank you for making this day everything I ever wanted and for giving me my parents in a way I never knew possible. I love you so much.”

He’s tracing my necklace, my something old that was his grandmother’s, as he takes in my words. “Alli, I’ll give you the world and love you forever.”

When his hands start to move seductively down my body, I close my eyes at the feeling.
Will it always be this way?
It’s like fire and ice coming together, combusting and consuming all that’s in its path.

Three Weeks Later

On the plane, returning from our overseas honeymoon, we are sitting in the main cabin of the plane. There are no words to describe how incredible our honeymoon was. Damien took me to the most exquisite places all over Italy—Venice, Rome, and Florence to name a few. We leisurely moved our way through the entire country, enjoying each other as we went. If I thought he was insatiable before, I have no idea what to label him now.

No one knows we are married yet or that we even got engaged. It’s crazy to think that I’m about to celebrate one month of being Mrs. Damien Wales, and the majority of our friends and family have no idea.

When inquiries were made of our whereabouts, a statement was issued, saying he was with me, recuperating. It was believable because of the hotel incident with Martin holding me at gunpoint. The police have continued to look for Martin as the main suspect for the murder of Damien’s sister, Rebecca. However, I think the police may be chasing the wrong person. At the hotel, Martin said he had been framed and that we needed to work together to bring down the actual killer.

I’m not sure what I believe at this point.
For the past three weeks, I have refused to think about it. Now, reality is setting in, and all the thoughts are trying to invade my brain as Damien and Bane continue to talk about it.

We’ve decided, for now, to listen to Martin. For the past three weeks, Bane has been gathering info, regarding the clue Martin gave us. Apparently, per the clue he gave, Cassandra’s sex life is something Damien should still be interested in. She’s slept with someone else Damien knows in recent years.