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With a kind yet firm expression, Jonathan addressed their guests. “Dear guests, we love you all, but I’d like to ask you to leave us. Ciara and I would appreciate some time alone to absorb the news and uhm… enjoy each other’s company.”

Ciara turned to Jonathan, a playful scowl on her face. “Jonathan, must you be so forward? Our friends and family are here to celebrate with us.”

Jonathan gave her a mischievous smile. “What’s so wrong with wanting to spend some time with my lovely wife?”

Before Ciara could respond further, Archie stood up with a knowing smile. “I understand completely,” he said warmly. “I know the feeling of wanting to have your wife all to yourself.”

And upon those words, he walked over to Rebecca, picking her up into his arms and taking her away. “Goodbye, everyone!” Archie said through his wife’s giggles.

“Goodbye!” Rebecca waved at them, her face lit up with love for her husband.

As soon as they left, Uncle Brendan got up as well. “It would seem I am the last one to leave.”

“Come to see us soon,” Jonathan smiled, patting the man on the shoulder as they exchanged their goodbyes.

As the garden began to clear, Jonathan and Ciara were left alone in the tranquil, softly illuminated space. The sounds of departing footsteps and the closing of the manor’s doors marked the end of the evening’s festivities, leaving Jonathan and Ciara in their own private haven.

“You know,” he said playfully, turning to her, “Archie had a grand idea.”

“Which one?” Ciara asked, but before she received her answer, Jonathan scooped her into his arms.

She giggled in response. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. “Where are you taking me?” she asked, looking at him with a mixture of amusement and affection.

“Where you belong,” he grinned. “To my bed.”

But they didn’t reach the bed.

They stumbled into his bedchamber where he pinned her against the wall with her locking her legs around his waist. His heart pounded like mad. His manhood throbbed. His body trembled. His insides were on fire. As he fumbled with the hem of her gown, he stared at her.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as her bright eyes burned with desire and profound love unlike anything he had ever seen before.

He pulled down her gown, exposing her nipples, dragging his hungry lips over them as she moaned. His other hand fumbled with his trousers, freeing his manhood from the constraint. He pressed against her wet heat.

Her breaths were already short, ragged. She was clutching at him desperately, greedily. His hot mouth surrounded one nipple, sucking on it, licking it, teasing it. He was strong and hard for her.

He had to have her now. He couldn’t wait a single moment.

“I need you,” he heard her say. “Inside of me, Jonathan…”

“Ciara, my love…” he groaned. “You don’t know what it does to me when you speak like that…”

He slid inside of her fully, completely. She felt so good, wet and hot. Everything about her was pure perfection. There was no denying that he was hers in every way a man could belong to a woman, and in turn, she was his. The thought drove him even more insane with desire.

Gripping her behind with both his hands, he slammed into her, thrusting deeper and harder every time.

She was so close already, trembling, clutching at him. She was drenched, and the hot clench of her muscles around his manhood made him finish inside of her moments later, as he pulsed with raw need. She finished at the same time, clenching around him, keeping him inside of her.

Their foreheads touched as they were both still breathing heavily.

“I love you, my beautiful siren…” he murmured against her lips.

“I love you, too…” she whispered back, closing her eyes, and he knew that she was imagining their life together, a dream that they were building.

The End?