Braelyn’s POV

We ran like thieves, desperate not to run into anyone as we escaped the reception. I couldn’t remember the last time I had laughed this hard.

The moment we stepped outside into the cold night air, fireworks were still exploding across the sky. Lucien suddenly stopped us, pulling me close for a moment. A sleek black car pulled up and came to a smooth stop in front of us.

He set me down gently. The chauffeur stepped out and opened the door for us. Once we were both settled inside, the door clicked shut, and the car began to move. I leaned back against the seat, trying to catch my breath while a wide grin stayed plastered on my face.

Lucien wore a permanent smile of his own. "How long is the ride to the airport?" he asked, reaching into the mini fridge and pulling out a bottle of water.

"Forty-five minutes, but we can make it in thirty if we’re fast," the driver replied.

Lucien took a long gulp, wiped his mouth, and leaned back. "Take the long route," he instructed

Before the driver could respond, Lucien raised the partition between us, completely shutting out the outside world.

The compartment was filled with the sound of our breathing. My gaze drifted to the man beside me. He was already loosening his tie, his hair slightly dishevelled from the long day. The simple action made him look ridiculously attractive.

His eyes met mine and a small smirk tugged at his lips. "Are you blinded by how dazzling your husband is, Mrs Volkov?" I chimed in in a teasing tone

I tried to hold back a laugh. "Maybe I am," I purred, playing along. "What are you going to do about it?" I raised a brow at him

Something dark flickered in his eyes. He turned toward me, leaning in until his breath brushed warmly against my face. "I’m going to kiss you," he said, his fingers tilting my chin up.

"And what else?" I whispered, pushing him further.

He smiled, clearly understanding exactly what I wanted. "I’d like to find out just how soundproof this car really is. We have a long way to the airport." The look in his eyes made heat pool between my legs as my folds clenched on air

He leaned forward, and our lips brushed. A jolt shot through me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. His hand slid into my hair entangling with the strands as the kiss deepened. It wasn’t rushed or fiery, it was a slow, seductive kiss that had me leaning in for more. He sucked gently on my lower lip, nibbling it between his teeth before his tongue slipped into my mouth to find mine.

A soft moan escaped me. He swallowed every sound as his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me over him until I was straddling his lap.

His teeth grazed my lip a little harder, and I gasped. The kiss grew more heated, more unrestrained. My fingers tangled in his hair as I slowly lost myself in him.

It didn’t take long before I felt him hardening beneath me, his bulge pressing hot against my core. Lucien’s hands roamed over my body. He slowly pulled down the zipper of my dress, then gathered the fabric and raised it up my thighs.

The kiss broke for a moment. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I stared into his hazel eyes, now dark with desire.

"You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting," he murmured, deliberately rubbing his crotch against me.

"How long?" I asked, my voice breathy. My fingers trailed down his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one so I could feel the warm, toned muscles underneath.

"From the moment you stepped into the church."

My heart skipped. His hands ran over my bare thighs, sending sparks with every touch as they moved higher, closer to my panties. He tugged at the delicate fabric and I gasped as the straps pressed against my clit.

His lips found my neck. A single kiss right below my ear on a sensitive spot, sent heat rushing straight to my stomach. When his teeth sank into my skin, a loud moan slipped out, one I didn’t even try to hold back.

He trailed kisses lower, marking my collarbone while his fingers danced up my spine with feather-light touches that made my body tremble. I couldn’t focus on any single sensation before another overwhelmed me.

A sharp moan tore from my throat when two of his fingers slid beneath my panties and pushed into my folds. My walls clenched around him instantly.

His thumb circled my clit with teasing pressure as he began thrusting his fingers at a slow, leisurely pace. His mouth continued its exploration of my neck down to my collarbone. I gripped his shoulders tightly, my knees already weak from the pleasure.

Lucien knew my body too well. He hit every spot that made me moan and beg without shame. "Lucien..." I whimpered, slowly losing my mind.

The pressure built quickly. I was getting wetter with every stroke. I needed more. I needed him.

"More... please," I begged, biting my lip as I looked at him with pleading eyes. His gaze was dark, hungry.

His fingers suddenly retreated from my core. A soft, frustrated whimper escaped me. I could feel his cock, hard and straining against his pants, pressing hotly against my ass. He wanted me just as badly.

"Beg properly, dear wifey," he drawled.

My throat felt dry under the intensity of his stare. It was like a predator sizing up its prey. My knees were barely holding me up.

"Please, Lucien..." I tried.

His palm came down hard on my ass in a sharp smack. The sting mixed with a twisted pleasure that made me even wetter.

"Wrong name, Viper," he clicked his tongue, rubbing the spot he had just spanked.

"But your name is.." I barely got his name out again before another firm smack landed. My nails dug into his shoulders. I was aching, desperate, and tempted to rock against him, but the warning in his eyes stopped me.

"Then what do you want me to call you?" I pleaded, sexually frustrated.

His eyes narrowed, the air around him growing heavier. "Did you forget what today is?"

How could I forget? It was our wedding day. The realisation hit me, and a slow smirk curved my lips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaned close to his ear, and let my breath fan over his skin. I felt his cock twitch beneath me.

"Please, hubby..." I purred in the most seductive voice I could manage. "Make love to me."

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