Chapter 25: Sienna

And…I said I do .

This was the most thrilling day of my life, the day I tied the knot with Vlad. I was so emotional that it took everything in me not to cry; our story was messed up at some point, and I didn't think was going to be possible, yet it was my reality.

The church doors parted after the ceremony, and we both walked out, arms intertwined as the newlyweds. Familiar faces smiled at us, wishing us well in our lives together.

As we headed down the steps outside the church building, my eyes teared up, and my hand hurt from all that waving.

It was a wonderful day to be a bride, to be Vlad's bride.

Mom and Dad couldn't hide their pride that morning, and I had to warn Mom not to cry because I would've done the same if she had. It was a struggle, but she managed to hold the tears back. She'd spoken from her heart, not her head, during her speech, and her words were sweet and thoughtful—I didn't expect anything less from a mother who loved her daughter unconditionally.

Fiona, who had been with me throughout this journey, despite the ups and downs, was my chief bridesmaid. She proved to be more than just a friend, and in her, I found a sister. The bridal shower was a huge success because of her, and she made sure that today was perfect for me. She'd told me how strong she thought I was and that she was so proud of me, of the woman that I had become. I'd asked if her mission was to make me cry on my wedding day. Fiona had laughed and said she couldn't have me ruin my makeup on such a big day.

"You alright?" my husband asked, leaning toward my ear while we were in motion.

My husband, that was what he was now, and I'd have to get used to that, although I had a feeling I'd adapt so fast, considering how much I loved this man.

"I'm fine," I replied with a smile.

"Watch your head," he said, helping me get into the backseat of the car.

Such a gentleman.

He carefully shut the door and walked over to the other side.

I spotted Mom and Dad with Fiona standing by their side as they waved at me from the top of the steps.

"I love you," Mom mouthed, blowing me a kiss.

"I love you, too," I whispered to myself.

Vlad got in, and the door was closed beheld him. He held my hand, smiling as he looked so lovingly at me. He was so handsome in that tux that I couldn't stop staring at him all through the ceremony. It was embarrassing because I caught a couple of eyes watching me, but who cared? He was my husband, and I could stare at him however I wanted.

"Take us home," he instructed the driver, and immediately, the car was in motion.

Watching my family and friends, along with Vlad's relatives, bid us farewell as the car drove away was a reminder that I was no longer Sienna Summers, but Sienna Wolkov. I was Vlad's wife now, and our lives were intertwined—forever.

It had only been a month ago that I said yes to him at the beach, and today, I was officially Mrs. Wolkov. Wow!

As I sat there by his side in that moving vehicle, I recalled all that had happened before this day, all that had led to this point in time. My mind flew back to the very first time I saw him in St. Petersburg and how his presence had made my legs turn to jelly.

I turned to him with a wide grin, and the look in his eyes was telling me that he couldn't wait to devour me. The sexy expression was turning me on, and I enjoyed the feeling—the process of getting wet for him.

It had been a while since we were intimate, and I was already craving his cock; my blood was boiling with passion. This was the reason I couldn't stop staring at him back at the church; my mind was filled with the dirty things he'd do to me tonight.

Honestly, right there at the altar, I hadn't fully paid attention to the clergyman's words. Vlad's sexiness was distracting me, and I was busy painting nasty pictures in my head, pictures that got me turned on. Maybe it was wrong to have harbored those thoughts in such a moment, but it couldn't have been helped.

Beyond the sexual attraction, though, I was so much in love with Vladimir Wolkov, and I couldn't stop thanking the heavens for sending him my way.

A few months ago, this wasn't possible; yet today, what felt like a dream had become a reality— my reality. Despite all that we'd been through—all the pain, hurt, and misunderstanding—love still conquered all in the end.

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Later that night, after all the stress and fun-packed activities of the day, we were finally alone. He yanked me off my feet and carried me in his strong arms.

"Now, what?" I asked, biting my lower lip.

"You'll see," he replied with a mischievous grin as he climbed up the steps to our bedroom.

The door opened, and we stepped inside. Then, he put me down. It was beautifully decorated with candles and petals of roses shaped like a heart on the bed. The room was dimly lit with fancy lights that added to the ambience of the cozy space. Above, the ceiling was adorned to portray a beautiful night sky, with twinkling stars that looked like diamonds.

"Wow, this is lovely," I gasped, admiring the decor.

He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. "Not as lovely as you, unfortunately."

I melted into his embrace and drew in a deep breath, savoring the sweet candy-like scent that filled the air. My eyes caught a painting hanging off the wall across from me, and I recognized it.

"Wait a minute," I said, breaking out of his arms in surprise. "Is that what I think it is?" I looked at him, my smile widening by the second.

"I don't know. Go see for yourself," he said softly.

I rushed over to the wall, and my palms flew to my mouth reflexively. It was Nightingale's "Whispers in the Dark."

"This is the piece that brought us together, the one thing in that gallery that caught both our attention," he said, halting beside me.

"How did you…?" I was short of words, my heart filled with joy.

"I have my ways," he replied and turned to me. "See that look on your face? That's priceless." He smiled. "I know you love the portrait, so I decided to get it for you."

"That was quite thoughtful, Vlad. Thank you." I placed a palm on my chest, overwhelmed by gratitude.

"Think of it as a wedding present—a symbol of our love and our unity in holy matrimony."

"Hmm. I like the sound of that," I said, flinging one hand around his neck.

"Is that so?" He grabbed my waist, swaying with me gently.

"Absolutely," I replied, my flirtatious voice barely over a whisper. Rubbing my other hand against his erection, I smiled at the size and hardness of his cock. "Just the way I like it."

"You naughty little girl," he said, pulling me to himself possessively.

"A naughty little girl that's now yours and yours alone," I whispered into his ear and felt his cock swell at my words. "You smell like candy." I shut my eyes and dragged a sniff along his neck. "Wanna see what I do with candies that smell nice?"

"Please, show me," he replied, undoing the buttons of his white vintage shirt.

"Gladly." I slid all the way down, settling on my knees as I unzipped his pants and dipped my hand to withdraw his cock.

He groaned slightly, and I took it out, holding the heavy organ in my hand. The sight of it always threw me off; its size and weight never ceased to widen my eyes.

I kissed the cap, stroking its length with both my hands as I looked up at his face. "Do you like what I'm doing?"

He nodded subtly, throwing his head toward the ceiling with a groan that made my nipples stand erect.

I took his cock into my mouth and started gliding over it, my movement slow and steady yet sloppy. The reward for my action was the thick sounds of his moans that had a way of making me feel steamy.

His hand pushed my head deeper into his groin, and I gladly obliged, choking on the incredible length of his cock. He pulled my head off and yanked it up in his direction as I gasped, drooling.

"Fuck my mouth," I said with a voice so low that it was hardly audible, but he heard me. "I wanna be nasty tonight, daddy."

"That's what you want, ehh?"

I nodded, opening my mouth.

He put it back in and began thrusting. Despite his excitement while pleasuring me the way that I wanted, he was still careful not to hurt me in the process. His thrusts were rough yet smooth, just the way I liked it.

Once I'd had enough, he picked me up effortlessly and laid me down on the bed, inside the heart-shaped red petals. He climbed on top of me, and we kissed fervently, my hands rubbing his head and neck.

A sudden gasp escaped my lips when he ripped my dress apart like a hungry beast and swallowed my breast, sucking with his entire mouth while fondling the other. My body was tensing as I yearned for him, feeling the electricity that jolted across my system. I moaned deeply at the warmth of his mouth on my breast and the movement of his fingers over my nipple.

He kissed me all the way down to my navel, then slipped both hands under the hem of my dress and caressed my pussy with his thumbs.

I was so fucking wet, and the feeling of his fingers gliding over my soaked panties sent shivers down my spine. He teased me for a while, rubbing against my swollen clit without slipping through my entrance.

Soon, he dipped his head between my legs, and with his teeth, he removed my panties.

I spread my legs apart, allowing him access to my honey pot. My head dropped to the pillow beneath it the moment the icy mint of his tongue touched my clit as he licked it while his finger traveled up and down my cunt.

Fuck! He was killing me softly.

Vlad took his time to eat me up, his tongue sticking deep into my pussy. He was so good at this that I didn't feel his teeth even though it felt like his entire mouth was involved in the process.

I arched my back, squeezing tightly against the sheets as I moaned without restraint. Ecstasy was threatening to consume me, and I was burning with desire, unable to get enough.

My eyes were rolling backward, and the world was turning black, with nothing but sheer pleasure overwhelming me. I was drowning in this sea of ecstasy, and I didn't want to be saved. My heart was racing, pounding, and my legs trembled.

"Yes, right there," I moaned as his tongue hit a spot that gave me goosebumps.

Seconds later, he went off course.

"A little to the left—yes!"

He was quick to get back on track, and on that path, he continued. His hands flew over to my chest and fondled my breasts simultaneously.

"What're you doing to me?" I moaned abruptly as his tongue slid down to my ass, the tip licking up my hole. It felt like my entire nervous system was shutting down as my body vibrated.

The pleasure was growing more and more intense by the minute, crippling my legs and freezing my brain.

It felt so good, and he wouldn't stop; he kept licking until my asshole was slippery enough to accommodate his finger.

"Fuck," I said, twisting and twirling as he pushed his finger deep inside my ass.

His mouth returned to my cunt, and he resumed eating me up while fingering my ass at the same fucking time. He sucked my pussy with rapid movements and dug faster into my ass as if to stimulate my pussy into….

"Oh, my God, I think I'm gonna cum!" I announced.

With his free hand, he rubbed his fingers over my clit, troubling it until….

"Fucckk!" I dragged the word out as my pussy expelled its juice.

My legs were trembling in the air, and I was shaking from all that pleasure.

Did he just make me cum with his fingers and tongue?

Without waiting a moment longer, he climbed on top of me and penetrated my hot pussy. It was practically on fire, but I wanted his cock deep inside me. He fucked me in that position, and I clasped my legs around his waist with my arms around his neck.

"Fuck me harder, daddy!" I said, pleading with my eyes.

The bed itself was shaking, as if about to tip over.

"Yes, faster!" I raked my nails into his back in a bid to curtail the feeling invading my body.

He lifted my leg, clutching it in his elbow as he hit me the way I wanted, harder and faster.

My moans were growing louder and louder, and so he sealed my lips with a kiss that I could not resist. The heat of passion was overwhelming, and I just couldn't get enough of that cock.

"It's so deep," I cried, tearing my lips from his.

He continued to thrust at a quicker pace, his cock constantly ramming against my G-spot.

"Don't stop! Keep going! Please, don't stop!" I begged, feeling like I was cumming again. "I'm almost there."

"Me, too," he replied, fucking me so fast that my titties bounced like they were about to fall off my chest.

He groaned deeply, and I knew he was climaxing; so was I.

"Fuck! I'm cumming!" he said, his voice thick and so masculine.

"Yes, please. Do it inside me. I want it. I want it all," came my reply.

He was my husband now; he could freely cum in me whenever he wanted.

With a loud cry, my pussy started to squirt, the liquid splashing as his groin slapped against mine.

He let out a husky groan, and I clung to him so tightly, my feet locking behind him as he filled my pussy with his load. Deeper and deeper, he pushed inside me, and I received every drop of cum he deposited.

The tension died down, and we were both out of breath, dampened in our sweat.

He caressed my hair and kissed my forehead, then my lips.

"I love you, Vladimir Wolkov," I said, wiping his moist face.

"I love you, too, Sienna Wolkov," he replied.

" Sienna Wolkov does have a ring to it; I like the sound of that." I laughed.

Vlad kissed me again, then tickled my armpits, and I let out a belly laugh, squirming beneath him.

I wanted to laugh with him forever.