Chapter 32

With the wedding over,a limo my father hired takes us to Devlin's penthouse. His arm holds me tight against his side, like he never wants to let go.

"I can't believe you planned a secret wedding!" My eyes take in the large solitaire ring sparkling on my finger. I can't get over it.

Not long ago, I only knew his rejection. The idea of us felt like it'd never happen. But now we're married. Husband and wife. No one can break that.

"I didn't exactly plan anything." He chuckles. "I just had the idea. Fernanda is the mastermind."

"Well, if you hadn't had the idea, there would have been no wedding." I glance up at him, unable to stop smiling. "So thank you. This has been the best day."

His gaze deepens, and his hard knuckles brush over my cheek. "I'm glad I was able to make you happy. There's nothing in this world rarer and more precious than you."

My stomach tugs, and I lay my palm over the top of his hand, my heart beating in double time.

"I have a surprise for you at home." He says that like it's ours already, and I guess it is.

"Oh, yeah?" My grin spreads. "What could that be?"

My mind roams with illicit thoughts, and he must realize that, because he chuckles knowingly.

"My God, my wife is a dirty girl," he teases, rubbing his rough thumb over my lips. "But no, that's not what I meant." His eyes turn hooded. "But if you're wondering if I'm gonna feck you tonight, then yeah, baby. I am. Gonna make you sore enough to stay in bed for days. Then I'll feck you again until you can't take any more of me."

"Devlin…" I whisper on a groan.

His eyes deepen with mine, possessive fierceness within them.

He clenches his jaw and fists my hair, his mouth dropping against my ear. "I can't wait to be inside my wife."

"Oh God, that sounded so hot," I pant, glancing at the driver, hoping he doesn't hear us. "I don't think I can wait until we get home."

I was only half joking, but he's already closing the partition that separates us from the driver.

My long gown from the ceremony has been replaced with a short cocktail dress thanks to my sister, and right now, I want to send her a thank-you card. Because I think my new husband is gonna take me in the limo.

His fingers crawl up my inner thigh.

"Lie back," he commands as he pushes me down by my chest. He sits at my feet, spreading my thighs easily, fingers tracing my slit through my panties. "Need to come, don't ya, lass?"

"Yes," I moan. "Please."

He grunts, fingering my panties and flipping them to the side, exposing me.

"You're already wet." He sinks a single digit inside me. "And so damn tight."

His thumb rolls around my clit as he grunts. "Mine. This is all mine."

"Yes…" I cry as he tortures me, making my eyes roll back.

He adds another finger, and it burns a little, but not as bad as when he's inside me.

Will it hurt again? Or will it feel better this time since we've done it a few times?

My need grows as he rocks his fingers deeper.

"So beautiful," he rasps before he drops to his knees.

"What are you—oh, God!" I cry as his tongue answers my question, sweeping around my clit, then inside me.

I let out a scream, forgetting that we're not alone. That this man who works for my father can hear us. But I stopped caring the moment Devlin touched me.

He sucks me into his hot mouth, fingers pistoning inside me, his deep groans vibrating over my pussy until my body trembles, my walls clenching as he thrusts faster. And I fall into the wild rush of desire, this unbending need that never yields when we're together.

"Yes, Devlin! Oh, God!" I cry, my hand in his hair, tugging hard.

But he doesn't slow. He thrusts faster, flicks to a hurried pace, as though he wants everything I have to give.

My body feels like Jell-O once he stops, a smirk donning his face as he fixes my dress and sits back beside me. He scoops me onto his lap and kisses me slow.

"Mm," I murmur. "That was nice."

"Nice? That's all you've got for me?" There's humor in his voice.

A smile twitches on my lips as I close my eyes and burrow deeper into his chest.

"I'd feck you so hard right now, but I want our wedding night to be special."

My God, he's the sweetest man alive. Also the dirtiest. Which is quite the combination.

Wait until I tell Karen about what he just did to me in the limo. She'd be proud. That's for sure.

Speaking of Karen, I need to call her tomorrow and check on her. Devlin said they invited her to the wedding, but she couldn't come because her grandma died yesterday.

I didn't get to talk to her yesterday after classes ended, and now that I'm not at the dorm, I don't see as much of her as I used to. I talk to her every day, but yesterday, she never texted back. I just thought she was caught up with studying for one of our midterms. Now I feel bad I didn't know her grandma died.

The limo arrives at Devlin's building, and he gets out first, coming around to open the door for me. He extends a hand for mine and helps me out, and together, we head inside, taking the elevator up to the top floor.

He removes his keys from his pocket, and something catches in his eyes when he looks at me. Something warm and beautiful.

My heart thuds as he opens the door. And as soon as I see what he's done, I gasp, emotions clouding my vision. Candles are everywhere, the room bathed in a soft light, rose petals leading from the door and into the house.

"How?" I whisper.

"I asked Rogue to do it." He chuckles.

"What? Rogue?" I jerk back.

He shrugs. "We made peace. He didn't mind."

"I can't imagine either of you guys doing something like this." I giggle.

He wraps his arms around me from behind as I stare at how beautiful everything looks.

I quickly turn to him and grin. "Who knew you were so romantic?"

"There are a lot of things I didn't know about myself. Not until I went and fell in love with you."

His smile sets my world on fire.

"I love it when you look this happy," I tell him.

"That's easy when I have you."

In an instant, he's pushing the door to a close with his foot and lifting me up in the air. My legs close around his hips, his hands in my hair while he groans as he drags my lips to meet him.

"I love you," I breathe, rocking my core against him.

He pulls my head back, kissing up my throat, my jaw. "My God, I'll never tire of hearing you say that."

My legs tighten around him.

"Do you know what that accent does to me?" I admit something I've been dying to for a long time.

He laughs all low and seductive. "No, so how about you tell me all about it?" He pushes me down onto the kitchen counter and spreads my thighs wide open. "After I've had my fill of you."

"Oh my God," I cry out as he lowers his mouth to my core and sucks my clit into it through my panties.

My fingers slide into his thick, long hair, pulling hard as he trails love bites down my inner thigh. My body is ready to combust from the sheer effect this man has on me. I've never felt so alive, so needy. I rise on my elbows so I can watch him, the visual making me even more turned on.

With his thumbs, he lowers my panties, locking his eyes with mine as he tugs them to my lower thighs, then flattens his tongue around my pussy.

"Devlin!" I gasp, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

I'm still sensitive from what he did to me in the car, but it seems like that wasn't enough.

"Please, please," I beg, and that causes him to groan around me like a madman.

My body jerks, my legs closing around his head. But his palms snap around the insides of my thighs, and he forces them apart, slapping them on the counter.

He adds two fingers into me, and I can feel them curl inside while his mouth does sinful things.

This is too good. I can't believe I've been missing out all this time. But Devlin has been the one for me, and this has been worth waiting for.

He pistons faster, his tongue rolling against my clit. My body falls back, unable to keep myself up anymore. And with his next thrust, I shatter, his name on my lips as I do.

"Devlin! Oh, God!"

He sucks me into his mouth, coaxing every drop from me, before he slows and looks up at me with the cockiest smirk on his face. "Was that just nice too?"

My lips tremble, but no words come out.

He chuckles, scooping me up into his arms bridal-style.

Every inch of me is satiated, and being in his arms… I could die happy.

He kisses my forehead as I stare at him with hurried breaths.

"I'm not through with you yet," he husks as he carries me to our bedroom where more candles flicker from every corner.

He places me gently on the bed, then starts removing his tuxedo jacket, eyes boring into mine.

Devlin stripping in front of me is quickly becoming one of my favorite things.

He starts on the buttons of his cuffs, and that familiar build of desire dances across my flesh.

"You like what you see, wife?" His fingers go to the buttons of his dress shirt as he starts to undo them.

"Yes…very much."

My heart thuds faster in my chest as he drags the shirt off before tossing it on the floor, his large hands reaching for his belt, undoing it slowly.

He drags the zipper down, the sound echoing before he completely pulls his pants and boxers off. My hand runs down my abdomen as I grow intoxicated, unable to stop these shivers coasting down my body from the sight of him.

"Take off that dress." He grabs his erection and strokes. "And strip for me."

My face grows warm but I slowly rise to my knees, my hand tugging at the side zipper as I start to pull it down, going slow as he continues to touch himself.

"Slip off the straps," he rasps, and the pulsing in my core swells.

I swallow down my nerves, grabbing one strap and pulling it lower, then the other, slipping my arms out of them, holding the dress against my breasts.

His tongue traces his bottom lip before he bites it.

My God. I've never seen Devlin look at me this way.

"Drop your arms and show me."

I don't hesitate, doing what he's commanding. Loving the way he does.

When he sees my breasts, he hisses. "Feck."

Then he's on me, pushing my body flat on the bed, mouth hungrily capturing mine with a growl. His palm finds my hair, fisting tight as he kisses me hard, his fingers lowering between us as he thrusts them inside me.

"Come for me, lass," he grunts against my ear.

My walls squeeze and my body jolts before his mouth is on me again, wringing every bit of pleasure from my willing body.

He captures my moans as I come, wet and willing to be his anything. His lips sink around my jaw, kissing and biting his way down my throat before he takes a beaded tip into his mouth and sucks. His free hand drags my dress down until it's lost to the floor, our bodies bare, our skin and flesh molded as one.

He takes my other nipple and does the same.

Before I realize what he's doing, he's on his feet, grabbing a candle from the dresser.

He looms above me, the light bathing his body in a warm glow. "Do you trust me?"

I nod.

"Good girl."

He flips the candle over a little, spilling the hot wax over my tight nipple, then the other, as I cry out from the instant burn. But something in it feels good too. He drags the candle in the air, stopping above my core. When I arch up, he spills the liquid onto me there.

"Oh, God!" My body bows off the bed while the wax cools against my clit. "This is so good."

He chuckles, removing the wax from me, then blowing the candle out and placing it on the nightstand. His heavy body lowers onto mine and he cups my face, his eyes tender.

"I love you," he vows as he positions his cock against my opening. "I promise to never stop."

He slowly pierces my entrance, robbing me of all breaths. His erection surges inch by inch, his thrusting deeper, and I groan, needing more of him.

I can't take this torture. "Please, fuck me."

His eyes narrow and his teeth snap, and with a quick jerk, he pummels inside me until I'm full of every thick inch of him.

"Yes, that's it…" He peppers kisses down my throat. "You take me so good, mo stoirín."

He throws one leg over his shoulder, ramming harder, slanting back to look at me.

The new position is intense, and I gasp on a string of moans, staring at my husband, feeling all these different emotions at once.

But most of all, I feel grateful to have him. Because I know how fleeting moments like these are, especially for people like us.