[Eighty-Seven]

|Chapter 87|

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𝖨𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌

𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌

𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌

𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌.

𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

"Are you ok?" Emilian asks looking down at me, with his arms around me.

"Yes, baby, I'm fine."

"I'm just making sure, love," he kisses my cheek. "Are you ready for five more hours of fun?"

"I'd rather be at the villa alone with you, but I could do about three more hours of this max," I tell him honestly.

"At the villa alone you say?" he smirks.

I giggle, "I meant relaxing," I roll my eyes. "But we'll see about anything else."

"Here's a heads-up, you're probably not going to sleep until around 6 a.m," he whispers lowly.

I ignore him and say, "I'm going to change so we go to the reception."

"No objections? Good."

I blush and tell him, "Go away Emilian."

"Why do you have to change again?"

"Because I don't want to stain my wedding dress and this dress will be more comfortable. They're both cute though."

"Cute is an understatement. Lips."

"I want to get out of my dress first, lovey" I fold my arms.

"I don't care." He leans down to my height, smirking.

"Stop," I whine. "You're making me all flustered and mushy."

"Am I not supposed to do that as your husband? The sexiest smile appears on his face, which I rarely see. He does smiles a lot but never like this.

"I'll be back," I say, fighting the urge to jump this man.

"Alright, hurry up before Eliza comes looking for us."

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As we walk into the reception, everyone cheers us on until we arrive at our beautifully decorated table.

The guests have begun eating already and I'm fine with that. They've been here all day without eating and I couldn't let them wait any longer.

"This is so nice," I say as he pulls out my chair.

"Yeah, I like it."

"Oooo, I want a cake pop," I say excitedly, looking at the dessert tables.

"Do you want a drink also?"

"A sweet tea, please."

"I'll be right back. Your girls should be here soon."

"Ok, thank you, baby," I smile.

As he leaves, Mads, Lexi, Elvira, and Liza walk over and sit beside me.

"Hi, hun," Elvira greets me. "It's so packed in here but empty at the same time."

"Yeah, it's so weird," Lexi agrees.

"Perfect for me," I say. "Where's Dylan?" I ask, looking around.

"He left already."

"Why?" I frown.

"Something about your husband and his friends."

"Emilian? He's been with me for the past hour. I would've known if he talked to him."

"Well, you should ask him. I'm upset he left too."

"Have you tried texting him?"

"Yes, but he claims he has a family emergency," Mads says, putting up air quotes.

"I'll ask Emilian about it when he comes back. Any other men caught your eyes, Lexi?"

"She's been pretty interested in only Danny all day but hasn't said a word to him," Elvira rolls her eyes.

I gasp, "Lexi is scared to approach a guy? Who are you?"

"Where is he? I'll speak to him for you," Mads proposes.

"No! It's going to seem like I'm scared to talk to him."

"Aren't you?" Mads folds her arms.

"Shut up," she flips her hair.

Emilian approaches the table with two plates of food and I furrow my eyebrows. "Oh, I didn't realize you ladies didn't have food yet. What did you want?"

"Chicken an-," Mads covers Liza's mouth and says, "Thank you, Emmy, but we will get it ourselves." They all stand up and walk over to the food area.

"Here you go, love," he passes me a plate and kisses my cheek.

"Where's the cake pops?" I pout.

He chuckles, "Eat a full meal for me first, baby, or at least half of it."

"Alright, but only because the food looks amazing."

I take a few bites of the nicely seasoned rice and salmon before I ask him a question. "Have you seen Dylan, lovey?"

"Earlier, yeah."

"Did you tell him to leave?"

"No, baby. Of course not. I would never."

I raise an eyebrow at him. He knows damn well he'd kick him out for simply looking in my direction.

"Ok, maybe I would do something like that but I didn't."

"Okay," I sigh.

"Look at me and no pouting," he says softly.

I turn to him and he holds my face by my chin and gently caresses my cheek.

"I'll find out where he went, but I promise I had nothing to do with it," he reassures me.

"Thank you," I pucker my lips.

"I love you," he kisses me sweetly and I blush.

"I love you too."

"You're so adorable that half of the room is staring at us right now," he chuckles.

"Oh my gosh," I say embarrassingly burying my face in his chest. "For how long?"

"From the time I sat down. You just haven't bothered to look up," he chuckles.

"And you didn't tell me? I hate you, ugh."

"That's not what you just told me thirty seconds ago," he teases. "I didn't want to worry you, love."

"Well, now I am embarrassed, so, you failed."

He kisses my forehead and tells me, "You're good now love." I lift my head and most people are now minding their business.

"Baby, imagine if I tripped and fell while walking down the aisle." That thought just randomly popped into my head.

"I'd laugh then help you because I'm a gentleman. Just like when you tripped at the office in front of our clients that one time."

"It was my shoes! Ugh, you're annoying," I giggle.

"Wouldn't you laugh at me?" he asks.

"Ok, but that wasn't the question," I roll my eyes.

"Damn, ok." He grabs my fork, takes a piece of salmon, and puts it to my lips.

"Baby, I'm not that hungry."

"I'll give it an hour more until you're hungry and ask for food." He's right.

I take the salmon. "Ok, but we have to finish before Eliza begins everything she had planned."

"Fine with me, love."

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"Ugh, I'm so tired," I groan as we enter our bedroom in the villa. This place is so beautiful and I'm absolutely in love with the architecture.

"Well, let's get this dress off and you into bed then," he tells me.

"You don't sound tired, baby. Are you staying up?" I ask him.

"No, my sleep schedule has been a mess lately. I'll be right beside you though."

"Okay. Where's my suitcase?" I ask softly.

"I'll bring it to you, love." I sit on the bed and watch him lift my suitcase into the room from the hallway.

"Will you open it for me, pleaseee?"

He chuckles, "Of course."

He opens the bag and looks up at me on the verge of laughing. The suitcase has a layer of multiple pairs of lingerie on top. I immediately cover my face in embarrassment.

"Baby, I promise I didn't pack those," I look at him shyly. "Well, at least not all."

"Ok, where're your pajamas then?" he shakes his head and tries to ignore it.

"Let me look." I rummage through all my clothing and they swapped all my cute pajamas out.

"Ugh, well, I'm just going to change into something before I die of embarrassment."

"It's ok, love," he smiles and suddenly lifts me into his arms. I giggle loudly as he carries me into the bathroom.

"Seb, I need something to change into."

"I got something." He holds up an orange lace bodysuit that I've never seen before. The girls must have bought this.

"Really, Seb?" I ask.

He pecks my lips and walks away laughing.

"Where are you going, mister?"

"In bed. I think I'm tired too now."

"Yeah, right."

I roll my eyes and begin doing my night routine. I take a quick shower and thoroughly brush my teeth. I assume he is using the other bathroom because I hear a shower running.

I have no idea what to do with my hair so I let it down and brush through it. I'm also way too lazy to wash my face and do my skincare routine right now, so I'll ask him to do it. Wow, the perks of having a husband.

I refuse to wear the lingerie he chose because it's extremely see-through. I think the one I originally chose is more appropriate. He better keeps his hands to himself though because I am obsessed with this set. It's a white lace corset with a white lace bottom.

I quickly change into it before he enters but now I can't find my damn phone. Ugh, I hope I didn't lose it at the venue. I tie my robe tightly and search around the room.

"Love," I hear him knock at the door.

"Yes, baby?"

"I'm coming in."

"Okay," I say as I open the drawer of the nightstand.

"What are you looking for?" He walks in with only a pair of sweat pants.

"My phone. I cannot find it anywhere."

"It's right here," he pulls it from his suit jacket pocket.

"I'm so tired I forgot I gave it to you."

"Yes, I can see that."

"Will you help me wash my face?" I pout.

"Yeah." He goes to lift me but I back up and tighten my robe.

"I can walk, Seb."

"No, no, come here," he instructs. Yes sir!

I turn around to face him and he pulls me into him. He reaches for the knot and slowly removes the robe. Oops.

He stares at my body and then looks up at my face again.

"What? Isn't it cute?" I say innocently and I do a pose for him.

He suddenly lifts me into his arms and I squeal. His lips immediately move to my chest and he makes his way up to my neck.

My head falls back and I let out a pleased hum. I promise this man has never kissed me like this before. Who the hell is this?

He finally pulls me by my neck and the

kiss is slow and sensual. His large hands now have a firm grip on my butt and I wrap my arms around his neck to be closer to him.

Emilian's soft lips don't move from mine, as he gently places me on the bed. My hands roam around his muscular chest and I hear a low, rough grunt escape his lips. Damn.

"I'm taking this off," he mumbles against my lips as he tugs on my corset. I immediately pull away and look at him shyly. You cannot get shy now, Elara!

"You're gorgeous, princess," he reassures me. "It's ok."

I nod and he pecks my lips. I watch his eyes darken with lust as he removes my top and a sly smirk slowly appears on his face. Is it too late to run?

He grabs my breast roughly and I gasp so loud that even I'm shocked. And you know what this man does? He laughs.

"Stop," I whine.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he kisses my stomach.

My breasts are definitely more sensitive than I thought. He then proceeds to swirl his tongue around my left nipple and then moves to the other.

After he's satisfied, he moves back up to my lips and I let my hands wander down to his waistband.

But before I could do anything, he removes my hands and places them over my head. "Wait," he whispers deeply.

He then climbs off of me and I watch as he removes his black sweat pants. Looking down, my jaw immediately drops. "Oh, hell no."

"Baby, relax," he leans forward to massage my waist.

"Be gentle, please."

"I will, princess."

"Ok." I am not ok.

This cannot be safe or healthy. He has nine inches minimum and I would've honestly been happy with six inches.

"Look at me," he lifts my chin and leans down to my legs, leaving a trail of kisses along my thighs. He lets out a husky groan and I bite my lip as I wait patiently for him to remove my underwear.

"Can I take these off?"

I nod my head and he slides them down my leg.

"Give me a second," he backs away towards his suitcase. This man is about to steal my new favorite undies.

"I hope you're not stashing my underwear, Seb."

He doesn't answer me.

"Baby," I whine.

"Don't worry about it, love."

"Seb, they're my new favorites," I pout.

"I'll buy another one," he tells me as he walks back over to me.

"But, bab-," his lips roughly capture mine again.

He grabs a hand full of my butt and pulls me to the edge of the bed. "I'll be gentle, baby," he tells me and I nod my head.

He slips his length into me little by little and I immediately cover my mouth to prevent myself from literally screaming. It hurts so damn good. I could feel every inch and centimeter of him in me.

"Don't do that," he removes my hand from my face and grips my hips tighter.

He pushes into me again at a faster pace and I'm moaning unbelievably loud. His thrusts get deeper and deeper and after several strokes, I attempt to push him away. The mixture of pleasure and pain is overwhelming.

As for him, his deep moans can be heard loud and clear throughout the room. Damn, I love it.

"Seb, please," I beg as he continues to take deep, long strokes. As he finally slows down, I feel him twitch inside me and he lets out a deep moan into my ear. Oh my gosh. That just made me ten times hornier.

He gently pulls out and lifts me into his muscular arms. "Are you ok, baby?" he asks, genuinely.

"Mhm," I nod.

He leans down and pecks my lips, "I'm going to let you get some rest."

"But I'm not tired," I respond, but right on queue, I yawn.

"You're not tired, huh?" he smiles. "Come here." He leads me out of bed and I hold his hand as we walk to the bathroom.

"Are we taking a shower together?" I ask.

"No, baby."

"Awww." I look in the mirror and I look like an absolute mess. My hair looks crazy and I need to wash my face.

"You look beautiful, baby," he runs his hands up my body.

"Stop being so nice because you know I look crazy."

"I promise you don't," he insists. "I'll clean you up and tuck you in, ok?"

"Ok." He does just that and I put on one of his boxers and a t-shirt.

After he's done, I climb into bed and he slips in beside me, pulling me into him.

"You're beautiful, baby. And don't try to hide from me again," he slaps my butt and squeezes it.

I let out a squeal and tell him, "Seb, my butt is not your plush toy."

"Why not?"

"Because I do not want hand marks on my body."

"I think they suit you so well," he smirks and I roll my eyes playfully.

"I love you," I whisper as my eyes begin to shut.

"I love you too, princess."

"Shut up and go to sleep," I mumble.

"Ok, ok," he chuckles.

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I wake up beside Emilian and he's typing away on his laptop with one hand and the other hand is holding mine.

"Morning lovey," I groan tiredly.

"Good morning, baby," he presses a kiss on my forehead.

"Why are you working?" I ask, confused.

"I'm sorry, just let me finish typing this up

and I'm all yours."

"Whatever," I shake my head. "I'm going to the bathroom," I say rubbing my eyes.

"Do you need help?"

"Nope. Why would I need your help?" I say as I'm about to attempt to stand up. "Oh, never mind, I feel it."

"What did I say?" he sighs and walks over to me to help me up.

My legs immediately begin wobbling and I now feel the throbbing pain between my legs. I plop back onto the bed and groan, "This is so embarrassing."

"Who's fault is that?"

"Yours! You and your stupid penis," I pout.

"I barely did anything, but come here princess," he wraps me in his arms and carries me to the bathroom, placing me on the counter.

"I can take it by the way," I roll my eyes. "I was just tired last night." Yeah right.

"Oh, I know what you could take, but I'm giving you a week before I really put that work in."

"Stop," I push him away. "You're scaring me. Don't say it like that."

"I'm just letting you know, baby," he smirks.

"Whatever."

I grab my toothbrush and he squeezes the toothpaste onto it. As I brush my teeth, his hands find their way into my boxers.

"I don't think you understand how obsessed I am with your butt. It's so damn fat."

I laugh at him and say, "You sound like a horny teenager, Seb."

"I don't care," he shrugs. "This is what you agreed to when you became my wife."

"Yes, I did." I rinse my mouth and pat it dry. "You look handsome." I admire his face and beautiful eyes.

"And I could eat you right now."

My jaw drops and I'm completely shocked by his response. "I did not expect you to say that, what the hell?" I giggle.

I squeeze my leg together and say, "Your tongue is not touching me because I can barely walk already."

"It's just my tongue, love."

"Yeah, and these hands," I say entangling his fingers with mine.

"So, I'm gonna have to suffer today?"

"Nope, we'll be comfortably relaxing in this beautiful villa together." I attempt to hop from the counter but he catches me.

"You forgot you can't walk straight, huh?"

"Be quiet and take me back to the bed," I fold my arms.

"Yes ma'am!"

I cuddle closely with him as he quietly reads a document on his laptop and massages my thighs with his rough hands.

"What are we doing today?" I ask him.

"I was going to suggest taking a walk and sightseeing but obviously you can't handle that. So, maybe we'll do that tomorrow."

"Shut up, it's your fault," I pout. "Don't touch me tonight if you're gonna tease me like this."

"Baby, I'm kidding," he leans in and kisses me softly.

"When are you going to be done with this work?" I point to his laptop.

"Ten more minutes, baby."

"Can we promise no more work for the remainder of the trip, please?"

"I wish I could, but I promise I will keep it at a minimum."

"Ok," I lay my head on his chest and drag my fingers along his dark tattoos and bruises. "You're so sexy," I blurt out.

"Did you mean to say that out loud?"

"No, it was kinda an intrusive thought," I giggle. Why am I so embarrassing?

"I thought so," he chuckles. "Thank you though."

As I rest on him, I reminisce on the events that happened yesterday. The food was amazing, we danced, made jokes, our family shared stories, and we absolutely enjoyed our special day. I need to call Liza and thank her for everything.

I look down at my hands and somehow my fingers found their way running along the waistband of his sweat pants. I carefully slide my hands further but Emilian stops me.

"Elara, no." He holds my hand.

"But, why?"

"Do you want to be laying in bed for the remainder of this trip because you can't keep your hands to yourself?" That was definitely a threat.

"No," I respond quickly.

"Thank you. Start breakfast and I'll be down to help soon after I'm done," he slaps my butt.

"Fine."

"Lips." He presses a kiss against my lips.

"I love you and hurry up please," I say to him.

"I love you too, princess. Don't fall down the stairs."

"Shut up," I throw my pillow at him.

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This was the last chapter of this book and I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know if y'all would like an epilogue/bonus chapter. Thank you so much for reading to the end of my first book!🤍🤍

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