Medley's Pov
Finally it was the day of the wedding,
The heavy wooden doors of Saint Mark's Catholic Church creaked open as I stepped inside, my heart pounding against my ribcage. The scent of burning candles and fresh lilies filled the air, and the golden chandeliers above bathed the empty pews in a soft, warm glow.
I swallowed hard, gripping the edges of my white lace dress. Barely a week since I met this man, and I'm already getting married to him.
Kyle walked beside me, as composed as ever, his expression unreadable. Dressed in an elegant black suit with his dark hair neatly styled, he exuded power and control, two things I clearly lacked at the moment.
The only guests present were Kyle's lawyer, Samuel Harts, and his close associates, Mike and Peter. Maria, ever the reassuring presence, kept flashing me small smiles, as if silently telling me everything will be okay.
But would it?
The priest stood at the altar, waiting patiently. There were no extravagant decorations, no grand audience, no emotional family members wiping away happy tears.
Just us.
We stood before the priest, and the ceremony began. His voice echoed through the vast church as he guided us through the vows.
"Do you, Kyle Wade, take Medley Baron to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, till death do you part?"
Kyle's dark gaze met mine, his face as stoic as ever.
"I do."
The words sent a strange shiver down my spine.
The priest turned to me.
"Do you, Medley Baron, take Kyle Wade to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, till death do you part?"
I hesitated for only a fraction of a second before whispering, "I do."
The cold metal of the ring slid onto my finger, sealing my fate.
Just like that, I became Mrs. Wade.
The witnesses clapped, more excited than we were, but I barely heard them. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, uncertainty swirling with the weight of my new reality.
Kyle turned to me, his lips twitching into a ghost of a smile. "It's done."
I forced a smile in return. "Yeah… it is."
Maria squeezed my hand as she whispered, "You'll be fine, Medley." she said to me. Maria was the butler's wife Peter, ever since I got into that house, she took it upon herself to make sure I was okay, as if I was her own child, I smiled faintly at her as soon as she said those words to me. Kyle and I left the church in the same car while the rest came separately. We took a different direction while the rest went home, soon we arrived at Blue Moon's Hotel and he swept me off my feet and carried me towards the reception, I flushed with embarrassment and buried my face on his chest, all eyes were on us, but he didn't mind, the receptionist seemed to recognize him at once and just pointed at a direction which he followed and soon we were at the top floor of the hotel, he dropped me as soon as he opened the door, I gasped at the decorations, the red petals were used to decorate the floors and the bed of the room, it was simple but luxurious, I was drawn to tears, how could he treat me so nice when we're not even in love, I mean we barely know each other right? I walked on the petals my eyes sweeping every corner of the room, on the table was a bucket of expensive wines and desert, I turned to him and smiled, for the first time since I met him, I saw the corner of his lips lift up in a smile, he used his thumb and wiped off the tears on my face, he leaned closely and kissed my forehead, but I wanted more than that.I could feel he's making everything feel real just like he had said. I tugged on his shirt and pulled him closer, I stood on my toes and placed a kiss on his lips, it started off as a peck but as seconds passed, it got deeper and deeper, the room was silent only the sound of our tongue intertwining with one another could be heard, he lifted my frail body off the floor and carried me to the bed, the kiss was intense, and I could feel his cock rubbing on my thighs, he held my both hands above my head with his left hand while he used the other to gently zip down my wedding dress, his soft tongue worked their magic from my neck to my ears and down to my nipples, I shivered and gasped at every movement he made, he was gentle and calm, his tongue rolled around my nipples and he sucked it in, a soft moan escaped my lips, I could feel my own juice dripping out of my vagina, I gasped for air, despite being under the air conditioner, the room was heated, he slid his finger into my spot and played with it, he thrusted in and out soon he slid in another making it two, I just moaned at every movement with my eyes shut, he lifted my legs with both hands and placed his tongue, he gently nibbled and sucked on my clit, my legs shook and I moaned loudly, he didn't mind my screams and continued with what he was doing, I grabbed the sheets, I felt hot and I knew I was going to explode at any minute but I can't ask him to stop, it was a feeling I didn't want to stop, as if reading my thoughts, he looked at me and whispered
"Should I stop?" his deep voice made me burn red and I whispered
"Please don't" those were the words I guess he needed to hear because he dove right back in and this time he ate like a beast and soon I exploded, I felt my squirts on his face and he smiled darkly, he took out his cock and thrusted it into my G_spot, he slowly thrusted in and out but soon his pace became faster and so it went till he poured right inside of me. He carried me into the shower and gave me a warm bath, he carried me back gave me a glass of water and asked if I needed anything which I didn't, he tucked me under the duvet and held me to his chest, soon I drifted off to sleep