Chapter 26

26

E njell

Early October

Between Mama's constant tears, Dallas's extreme excitement, and Malaysia constantly hugging and kissing me, I couldn't wait to get out of this room to marry my man. The only woman missing was Grandma. She was back in Memphis with Auntie. She'd finally started to allow Daddy to lead, and they had set Grandma up with homecare. The specialist did exercises with Grandma daily to gauge her cognizance and ability to be alone. On her good days, she gave Grandma space. On her bad days, she had the experience to handle what needed to be done.

The family had a schedule in place to relieve her and visit Grandma when she was there. Because of Grandma's condition, she cared less about being alone and having her independence and more about being safe and not hurting any of her loved ones accidentally. I think not being able to remember us made her realize it was beyond her control. When that happened, she started to put up less of a fight. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. It didn't seem like a victory. More than anything, I was just glad we were able to finally get her the help she needed.

Italy may have been the place Dejvi's grandparents met and fell in love, but it would be the place we made ours legal and divine. After the wedding, we'd stay here for two days before spending the rest of our honeymoon in a secret location Dejvi had yet to make me aware of. I was excited about it and spending the rest of our lives together.

Mama gave me a kiss on the cheek, and when her happy sobs started up again, I groaned. Malay laughed and said, "Uh… let me see how long we have before we start."

"Thank you!" I said excitedly, and while they probably thought it was because I was ready to marry Dejvi, it was also because the emotions in this room were starting to overwhelm me. Usually I was the most emotional, so holding the emotions of others had my heart in overdrive.

"Now, baby," Mama said as she dabbed her eyes. "You know you can end this after November if you ever feel like you need to. I'm happy and trusting Dejvi is the one for you, but if that ever changes, never feel like you can't come back home."

"Thank you, Mama. I will, but I really believe that won't be the case. Even without the urgency because of Robin, I was going to marry Dejvi. It was literally just a matter of time."

"Awww." When her cries started back up, I stood.

"You ready, baby girl?" Daddy asked, grinning widely as he walked in behind Malaysia.

"Yes, Lord," I replied, making them all laugh.

He kissed my cheek and told me I looked beautiful before swatting his own tears away. With our arms locked, we stayed behind as my trio headed out of the room.

Our ceremony would be held in the lemon garden of a beautiful hotel in Sorrento. Mountain views and the Mediterranean Sea would be our backdrop. As soon as I saw the pictures, I fell in love. And when we arrived yesterday, I was glad we chose this place. It was intimate and beautiful, which was all I really wanted for my wedding.

The relaxed vibe made selecting a dress easy. I'd chosen a white, loose flowing number that was sleeveless. My bridal party was in white too, and Dejvi and his groomsmen were in khaki and brown.

When "Have I Told You Lately" by Rod Stewart began to play, the weight of the moment settled within me. My heart dropped and nerves caused me to shiver. I pulled in a deep breath as Daddy looked down at me.

"You okay, my Enjell?"

"Mhm." I nodded and took a deep breath before giving him a reassuring smile.

He kissed my temple and told me, "I know I have to give you to him and trust him to take care of you, but no matter what, I'll always be here for you. I love you. You'll always be my baby girl."

His eyes watered, and I had to look away to keep from shedding my own tears. "Thank you, Daddy. I love you too."

We made our way out of the room, and at first, my breath was taken away by the beautiful panoramic view. The moment my eyes shifted to the right and landed on Dejvi, nothing else in the room mattered. He blinked rapidly, fighting his tears. Aspen squeezed his shoulder, and that was when they fell. The brothers were deeply connected like me and Malay, but I was still surprised to see Aspen wiping his own tears. He turned and composed himself before wrapping his arm around Dejvi. Dejvi briefly put his head on his brother's shoulder before nodding and composing himself.

As I made my way in front of him, my own tears had fallen. Before Dejvi could wipe them, Daddy was turning me and doing so himself. He squeezed my shoulders and kissed my cheek. I guess he lingered longer than they wanted him to because Mama told him to come sit down.

"Don't rush me," he snapped, but I didn't think any of us took him seriously because his tears made his voice crack.

I wiped his tears as I laughed and gave him another hug. "I love you, Daddy."

Nodding, he looked me over once more before placing my hands inside of Dejvi's and taking his seat.

"You're really mine," Dejvi whispered, using my hands to pull me closer. He rested his forehead on mine before pecking my lips sweetly. "Thank you, God."

The sincerity in his tone broke something inside of me. When he dropped to his knees and thanked God again, whatever it was that was broken felt restored with his warmth and love. My hand slid down his locs before I tilted his head by his chin. Kissing away his tears, I then kissed his lips.

Standing, his arms wrapped around me. His energy was charged, and I wanted… needed… desperately to return it. I didn't care about the officiant, the vows, our family and friends… none of it. Cupping his cheeks, I stared into his eyes as I confessed, "I love you so much, Dejvi. Thank you for being my angel and my light."

"That seems like a good place to recite your vows," the officiant interjected. "And then you two can do your own thing after I pronounce you husband and wife."

And that was what we did.

After our vows, she pronounced us husband and wife, and we sealed it with a kiss. As everyone cheered us on, Dejvi and I rushed down the aisle to get back to our suite. With promises to meet them at the reception and a command for them to enjoy themselves, we left with haste to consummate a bond that had been sealed the moment Dejvi's camera click caught my attention.

Wind and sea invaded my senses as Dejvi placed me in the center of our bed. We'd stripped of our clothes the moment the suite door closed behind us. Each muttered confession of our love and need of each other was like an edge to my pussy, leaving me on the verge of climax before he even entered me.

He spread my legs and blew on my pussy, igniting my orgasm before I could even prepare. His hands tightened around my thighs as my legs shook. Pulsing pussy walls were invaded by his tongue as he hummed. I battled between pushing him away and keeping him in place as I came. Pleasure took over, forcing me to surrender to just how good his mouth was making me feel.

His tongue slid between my folds before swirling around my clit, licking until I came again. Dejvi stayed between my legs, feasting on my pussy until I was too tender to do anything but pull him up my body.

As he slipped his dick inside of me, my back arched and lips parted. Digging my nails into his back, I moaned as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. His strokes were slow, long, and intentional. The longer he looked into my eyes, the more emotional I became. They watered as my chin trembled.

"You're really my husband?" I confirmed before releasing a sizzling breath.

"I told you I belonged to you. Don't tell me you still don't believe me."

My giggle turned into a moan. Cupping his cheeks, I tongued him down deeply before saying, "I believe you, Dejvi. I believe you."

"Good, because you belong to me, and I'm never letting you or this pussy go."

His strokes intensified, driving home his point.

Not long passed before we were cumming together. He pulled out as we watched as our mixed cum seeped out of me.

"Mm… I love filling you up just to watch my cum come out of you." His finger slid up my opening. Once it was coated with our cream, he put it in my mouth. I sucked our essence off, pussy throbbing at the sight of his eyes lowering as he bit down on his bottom lip.

"You like that, baby?"

"Mhm. I like that nasty shit."

"It's only for you. Always for you."

"Better be."

He kissed me again before flipping me over and sliding into me from behind. Medium-paced strokes filled me as Dejvi squeezed and smacked my ass cheeks. The strokes were hard and methodical like I liked—hitting a place in my heart and pussy that only he could reach. My body melted into the bed as slob threatened to pour from my opened mouth.

The sound of his grunt had my toes curling and spine tingling as we prepared to cum again.

My cry combined with his roar as his seeds filled me again.

We toppled onto the bed and tried to control our ragged breathing before taking a quick shower to meet back up with our family and friends.