Scream For me

He slides the ring on my finger and we both stare at it for a moment, the sun dancing across the surface making it sparkle.

“This was my mother’s. When I told her that I was going to marry you, she insisted you have it.”

“That’s why she said that to me.”

“Said what?”

“She just told me how happy she was that you were happy and that you loved me. She got kind of teary-eyed and I just wondered where it came from. Oh,” I say, wiping a stray tear out of my eye, “and then Daisy said bye, Mom to me when she left my classroom.” I shake my head, trying to hold back the rest of the tears that start to fall.

“Are those good tears, baby?”

“Yes, very good tears. I just can’t believe this is how this all turned out. It’s… just like a fairy tale.”

“Like a romance novel?” He gives me a coy smile and it makes me laugh.

“Have you been reading some of my books?” I tease as he wraps his arms around me and we both stare up at the tower.

“You know,” he says, kissing the top of my head, “the day I met you here, I was completely taken by your beauty. You had this split second where the sun was behind you and the wind was causing your hair to fly around you and you just took my breath away.”

“Is that-is that why you took that first photo?”

“First photo?”

I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, swiping back until I find the pictures he took. “I posed for this one but when I went to look at the pictures, this one was right before it.”

He takes the phone from my hand and stares at it, a smile spreading across his lips. “I didn’t even realize I took a photo of you. I was so lost in your eyes for that brief second that I must have taken it not thinking that it wasn’t my phone. This is getting framed and put in my office.”

“And here I thought for sure you hated me after that meeting.” I look up at him.

“No, I hoped and prayed that I would somehow find you again, and then when I did at the airport, I was terrified. I knew right then that if I were to talk to you, to look at you for longer than a second, you would see right through me. You would know how infatuated with you I was and I knew that I’d never be able to walk away from you. I would rather never give you the chance to destroy me instead of risking getting everything I imagined with you.”

“So what happened then? Why’d you risk it?”

“I didn’t have a choice. There was no way I was going to be able to talk myself out of not falling in love with you so I leaped with both feet and it’s the best decision I’ve ever made.”

EPILOGUE

WESTON-SIX MONTHS LATER…

“I now present to you, Mr. And Mrs. Daphne and Weston Vaughn. You may kiss your bride.”

I place my hand behind Daphne’s neck, the other on her swollen belly as I lean in to plant my lips on hers.

“Ewww!” Daisy gags as my mom and Xana laugh.

“I can’t believe we were just here getting engaged only six months ago.” Daphne smiles against my lips, kissing me again as her arms wrap around my neck.

“And getting pregnant,” I murmur, my cock jumping just remembering that night. I had tied her to the bed of our hotel and teased her mercilessly for an hour, edging her over and over until she was thrashing on the bed, begging for me to take her.

“I still can’t believe we are on top of the Eiffel Tower right now for your wedding,” Xana says, looking over the edge. “This is going to make our beach wedding look like a hoedown,” she says to Ryan.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Neither Daphne nor I realized you could get married at the top of the Eiffel Tower… well technically, you can’t, only at the restaurant on the lower level, but I pulled a few strings and made it happen.

“Is it time for cake yet?” Daisy says, dropping her basket of flowers.

“It’s time for cake.” Daphne smiles, taking her hand as we all head down to the restaurant for lunch and cake.

We both decided after finding out that Daphne would be six months pregnant at our wedding that we wanted something very small and intimate and early enough in the day that she and I would have the evening to ourselves.

After tonight, we fly down to Port de Cannes where my yacht is docked, waiting for us. We plan to spend a week enjoying the sundown in the south of France for our honeymoon.

“How’s sissy doing?” Daisy places her hand on Daphne’s belly as she sits between the two of us.

“She’s moving. Do you feel her?” Daphne places Daisy’s little hand over where the baby is kicking.

“I feel her!” Daisy squeals, looking up at both of us. She hasn’t stopped talking about her baby sister since we found out we were having a girl.

We spend the rest of the afternoon with our family, dancing and eating until the sun starts to set. Daisy yawns, stretching her arms overhead as I look over at my wife.

“We need to get going to catch our flight.” We say our goodbyes to our family and friends, heading over to the airport and making the quick flight down to Cannes. By the time we board the yacht, the sun has set and the moon hangs low in the sky, illuminating the water surrounding us.

“Are you tired, baby?” I slowly unzip Daphne’s dress, letting it pool at her feet as it slips down her body.

“A little.” She sighs, lulling her head to the side. This is her way of letting me know she wants me to finish undressing her. I remove her bra and panties, sliding her silk robe over her body.

“I have the bath running with some oil for you,” I say, planting a kiss on her bare shoulder before closing her robe.

“Will you join me?”

We slip beneath the warm water, Daphne resting her back against my chest as I run my fingertips over her belly.

“How are you feeling, Mrs. Vaughn?”

“Mmm, relaxed. Happy.” She turns her head toward me, pulling me down to kiss her.

“Needy?” I ask as my hands slip beneath the water to the juncture of her thighs.

“Very.” Her tongue snakes into my mouth as the moment grows tense between us. I toy with her for a moment, teasing her clit with one hand, her nipples with the other hand as I fuck her mouth with my tongue.

“What do you want?”

“Your tongue,” she whispers, “inside me.”

I help her out of the bath, drying us both off before helping her lie back on our bed. I pick up one of her feet, running my tongue up her insole before wrapping my lips around her toe, sucking it into my mouth.

“Ahh, that feels-good.” She almost pants as she looks up at me.

“I told you, no part of you won’t have my tongue on it at some point,” I repeat the process with each of her toes before running my tongue up her thighs till I reach her pussy. “You’re dripping for me already.” I lean forward, running my nose up her, inhaling her arousal as I snake my tongue inside her. I pleasure her until she’s arching her back, coming on my tongue as my name tumbles from her lips.

“Please…” She reaches down for me.

“Please what?”

“I want you.” Her nails dig into my arms as she tries to get my cock inside her.

“Do you want me to make love to you, baby, or do you want your husband to fuck you?”

“Fuck me, please,” she begs and it sends my need into overdrive.

I don’t work my way inside her; instead, I line myself up at her entrance and thrust inside her in one swift move, causing her nails to dig into my arm so deep I’m sure I’m bleeding.

“You’re my wife now, Daphne, and you’re going to take my cock like a good little wife should. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Vaughn.” My name sounds like the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard on her lips.

“Good girl. Now relax and let me do very wicked”-I pull back, then thrust in hard again-“vile”-I do it again-“bad”-one more time

-“things to you.”