All Novel Sweet
Chapter 104
The sound of their train trailing along the ground, coupled with the giggles and kisses that they shared while they struggled to make it all the way to their hotel suite, echoed along the barren hallway around them
She had long since wished her wedding guests a farewell, hugging her father and friends whilst they all looked on and wished her well. Thankfully. she really didn't have to go far after saying goodbye, which was a strategic move on Kylan's part, all things considered. When he suggested a destination wedding nestled in the quiet green of New Zealand, she thought he had been insane at first.
Now though, as she thought back on the perfect day filled with nothing but warmth, laughter and all of her favorite people, the only thanked Kylan for his vision
And what a vision he was
The dark grey, intricately fined suit that clung to his body even as she yanked at his silk tie and tousled his thick locks of black, soft hair, made her nearly ravenous
It hit her, all at once, that she was married. A married woman, to Kylan Ross himself.
The forever unobtainable bachelor. The man that broke cameras long ago and caused scenes in her honor. The man that hated the spotlight. despised attention, and longed for quiet games of chess, or intimate nights at home where he could cook meals and listen to her drone on about this or that. He was now her husbandContent held by NôvelDrama.Org.
No one but she would ever know the softness of his heart, or the way he all but melted at her feet. No one but she would ever hold him while he came down from the ever-disappearing nightmares. No one but she would ever know what it was like to be loved by Kylan the way he loved her
The way he kept her safe. The way he tried with her. Always tried with her.
Kylan was special, striving constantly to be worthy of her, though she reminded him daily that he didn't need to do that. That he didn't need to worry or wonder about that. Because he already was.
Through it all, the good and the bad, the unknown ahead, he was worth it to her. He was it, for her. Her happiness. Her love. Her equal. They reached their room. Kylan effectively fumbling the key more than once whilst she assaulted his neck with nips and kisses. "Shit, Katrina. I can't. Christ, I need to focus on the door, Kylan choked out, his breathing surprisingly uneven already.
She only smiled against his skin, refusing to let up. "So. focus on the door, my darling," she teased, licking a patch of skin she bit into rather roughly.
"You're going to be the end of me," Rylan practically moaned, finally succeeding in getting the door open
"The beginning, middle and end of you, surely," she agreed, pushing her husband into the waiting hotel suite.
Cliché rose prials trailed the way to the bedroom, reminding she of the pathway Kylan created the night he proposed to her seven months ago.
It was sweet, undoubtedly, but right now.. Right now, she didn't care.
She made to kiss Rylan's neck again, but she heard herself gasp instead, the world falling away from her feet. She looked down, realizing Kylan had picked her up bridal style, in all its cheesy, perfect irony,
"Let me do this the proper way. Mrs. Ross, Kylan insisted, closing the door with a resounding click.
1. y. Ross, she shared in the sweet sentiment, the words feeling warm on her tongue.
"Absolutely.
Her face undeniably flushed, Kylan carried her all the way into the bedroom, setting her down on the ground near the bed more gently than she thought he would. He wasted no time, drawing her into his arms, his hands falling to the open back of her dress that he had seemed to adore throughout her wedding day
"God, you're the most gorgeous woman in the world, Katrina. My Katrina. My wife. I need you," Kylan groaned in the crook of her neck, and she smiled as soon as she felt how hard he was, even through the layers of her wedding gown.
Make love to me, kylan. My husband," She requested breathlessly, her hands gripping his now crooked tie.
"Every damn day for the rest of my life, Katrina Ross," Kylan vowed, cupping her face gently, pressing his lips to hers in a chaste, warm kisa,
She felt herself fold into him, sighing into his mouth, holding him to she weakly.
She was exhausted. She was awake. She was alight with a fire she hadn't yet known
Taking hold of his hands, her fingers brushing against the gold of his wedding band that now sat along his left ring finger, she deepened the kiss. Her fingers trailed further up his wrist, finding the impossibly frayed black and red bracelet Kylan demanded he get to wear on her wedding day. despite how it was barely being held together by literal threads now.
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It was sweet, and it was everything. It symbolized far more than either of she knew how to express aloud.
Their journey, their life path together and separately, the work them each put in to get here... It all felt like it was culminated in the binds of the bracelet and their wedding rings
Each was a symbol, sure. But each was also a beacon that would forever o
call to each
other.
As Kylan carefully unzipped her wedding gown and helped her step out of it, she smiled at him. As Kylan pulled the pins from her intricate updo one by one, she smiled at him. As Kylan kissed her, this time with the hunger he had been exuding in the hallway, she smiled beneath his lips
The lips of her husband. Of her best friend.
As Kylan made love to her for the first time as husband and wife, as their hands found each other's, as their breaths mingled and they all but worshipped the plains of either of their bodies, they held each other close. Closer, closer still.
And as she settled to fall asleep that night, sweaty, breathless, happy, she smiled.
She smiled as she looked up at Kylan in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering in through the curtains along the balcony windows.
"I love you, Kylan Ross."
"I love
you. Katrina Ross. Thank you for being my assistant. Thank you for loving me, and for forgiving me."
She smiled one more t
more time, pressing a kiss to his check. "Toujours, mon amour Always."
Yawning, she snuggled into her husband's arms, her heart full as she drifted off to sleep amidst the quiet lull of his steady heart. Just as every previous night for nearly a year now, Kylan Ross, her husband, did not have a nightmare.
Though she hadn't known them herself, she was certain that Yasmin and Karina would have shared in her happiness about that.