Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
I’m about to shake Nash awake when he groans from beside me. I watch him turn from facing the wall to facing me before he flips onto his back. The sheet that was half covering him is not covering anything at all but half of a leg. His body is on full display as the memories of after the wedding barrel into me.
I’m pretty sure I’ve worshipped and kissed every single inch of his body. Trailing it with my tongue after or maybe even right before we went into the shower, where he placed my ass on the cold tiled seat and then ate me until I came twice before he stood and fucked my face. My eyes roam his chest, going down and seeing his hand with the black wedding band on his finger. It’s matte in the middle and shining on the top and bottom. The memory of the night before comes back to when we stood in the middle of the secluded little balcony overlooking the fountains.
I stand in front of him with my left hand in his left hand as his right hand slipped the ring onto my finger. “Zoey, I give you this ring as a sign of my undying love for you.” I don’t even think I took a single breath as he said the words. “With all that I have and all I can give you, I am honored to forever call you my wife from this moment until my last dying breath.”
Elvis cooed and said, “All right now.” I just remember looking down at the ring and blinking away the tears that threatened to come, but I refused to cry on what was one of the best nights of my life.
When it was my turn, I grabbed the black wedding band I chose for him, and holding his big hand in mine, I placed the ring on his finger. “I give you this ring as a sign of my love.” I smile at him, and all I can remember is how happy and proud I felt. “With all that I have, I am honored to call you my husband from this moment until forever.”
He didn’t even wait for Elvis to pronounce us husband and wife. He grabbed my face and gave me the most amazing kiss I’ve ever had in my life. In. My. Life. It was sweet and soft, with lots of tongue. He claimed me like I’ve never been claimed. I felt the flashes from the camera coming one after another, but I was so lost in the kiss I didn’t care. The minute he let go of my lips, he pulled me closer to his chest, lifting his hand in the air while I raised my bouquet over my head. Both of us laughed as we did it. The flashes came again, following our every move.
“Morning, baby,” he mumbles from beside me. My eyes blink a couple of times, going from his hand to his face as his hand closest to me rubs my naked back, softly trailing his fingers up my spine, my body shivering under his light touch. When I look back at him, his eyes are closed.
“Um,” I say, not sure what even to say. “Water?” I ask him, holding out my hand with the water bottle. He sits up next to me as my hand shakes with nerves, and my head feels like it’s going to explode.
He takes the bottle from my hand and leans in to kiss my neck before finishing off the bottle. “Thank you, baby.” His voice is soft, making my hands itch to reach out to touch him.
“So last night,” I start to say nervously, “that was fun, right?”
“I’d say.” He props the pillows behind his back and leans against the headboard, and the only thing that comes to mind is me grabbing on to it while he ate me out from the back before he fucked me hard. The soreness is apparent between my legs. “What word means more than fun?” He doesn’t even cover himself. My eyes go to his chest and then down to his cock that is at half-mast right now, and my mouth waters to take it into my mouth. He’s above average in length, but his thickness is where it’s at. I had trouble getting my mouth around it, and every single time, I made it my mission to try to get more and more of him down my throat. “Best night of my life.”
“Yeah,” I say, blinking as my mouth gets dry, “what happens in Vegas, right?”
My head screams, oh my God, oh my God. My heart pounds in my chest so hard I’m expecting it to come right through and flop on the bed in a bloody mess. “Should probably stay in Vegas.” I look up to see his face go from soft to hard. “I mean, we could—you know—not tell anyone about it and it’ll be like, remember that time we pretended to get married in Vegas?”