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Owen

One Year Later

I married my best friend today in the most romantic setting I’d ever seen.

We were back on Mackinac Island, the place where all our secrets came to light.

It seemed like a sacred spot, the perfect place to exchange vows of love and commitment.

With the soft light of the setting sun painting the Grand Hotel’s porch, we recited our vows, surrounded by the warmth of our family and friends.

Things had changed dramatically in the last year.

Soon after Todd and Tria’s wedding, I convinced Kat to move in with me.

It didn’t take much, actually. Her name, a secret whisper in her ear, was all it took to melt her resistance, making her completely submissive to my desires. In more ways than one.

I’d also taken to heart the conversation we’d had about my career path.

After a long talk with my dad, we agreed to hire a manager to take over my duties so I could pursue my paramedics’ license.

Kat had been my strongest cheerleader as I prepared for the exams. I couldn’t have done it without her constant support.

I’d never been happier, both in career and personal life. And Kat played a big role in that. Her presence was like a radiant sun, bathing me in its light and making me feel alive. And I tried to be the same for her.

She didn’t get off easily either. If I was going to turn my life around, I was determined to help her break free from the shackles that bound her. And that started with her fear of boats.

The summer after the wedding, we spent countless hours confronting the fear that had haunted her.

We began our journey with larger boats, like the ferry, and I helped her to quell the mounting panic.

We worked our way down from there. Paddleboats, canoes, two-person kayaks.

Until eventually, she was in her own kayak and knew exactly what to do, and how not to panic, if she got flipped.

Watching her effortlessly glide across the still surface of the lake, her face illuminated by a genuine smile as she basked in the sun, filled me with a joy I never knew I was capable of experiencing.

To see the tranquility etched upon her face, a tranquility that I had helped to create, filled me with an overwhelming sense of fulfillment.

The water, now mirroring the twilight sky, held a quiet peace that mirrored the serenity of our kayak ride earlier, and I felt her presence beside me.

The air would grow still, and a faint, familiar scent would drift toward me, signaling her approach long before I could see her.

There was a deep internal feeling that I was naturally attuned to her, as if predisposed to it.

I wrapped a hand around her waist and drew her into my side.

With my lips on her temple, I whispered, “Kit,” and the scent of lilacs, like a whisper itself, tickled my nose.

Her wedding dress, shimmering with intricate lace, seemed to glow as she walked down the aisle, her eyes meeting mine with a smile that lit up the entire island.

I saw everything in her eyes, a world of emotions so powerful that they took my breath away.

It was the same look she was giving me now. “Whatcha thinkin’ about so hard over here?”

“Everything and nothing,” I replied.

“Care to share?”

“The future is looking good for us.”

Her face was lit by a smile that always caused a flutter in my chest, a smile that never failed to make my heart skip a beat. “Would that include the immediate future?” Her expression turned sultry, and I was instantly hard.

Her surprised gasp was the only sound as I lifted her into my arms, bridal style.

As we exited the porch and entered the lobby of the Grand Hotel, the train of her dress trailed gracefully over my arm, brushing the floor with each step, while the sounds of wolf whistles and catcalls from our wedding guests echoed behind us, celebrating our departure.

The blush on her cheeks, like a sunrise across her face, made me know I was embarrassing her, but I didn’t care.

Every muscle in my body strained to hold her close, and I wouldn't have released her for anything.

Alone in the elevator, which seemed to take forever, I couldn’t help but nuzzle my face into her neck.

Her giggle turned into a soft moan as I sampled her with a gentle bite, treating her like a delicious appetizer.

I moved my mouth up the smooth column of her throat until I could take her lips.

The longing for her touch was so intense, it felt as though my body couldn't breathe without the seal of her lips on mine, but at the same time, the anticipation left me short of breath.

I fumbled with the key card to our room, eliciting giggles from the beauty in my arms. Finally, I got the green light and pushed the door open. I moved swiftly to the bed, covering the distance in a few long strides, and let her feet touch the ground.

She reached up and removed a few pins from her hair, and with a gentle shake of her head, the long golden waves tumbled down around her shoulders.

Turning her back to me, she lifted her hair off her neck.

In a mix of anticipation and affection, I leaned down and kissed her neck, starting to unwrap my gift.

The silk laces that crisscrossed her back, tied with intricate knots, gave way with a soft whisper as I untied them.

The delicate fabric of her dress, no longer supported by its straps, slipped down her body, creating a soft, white cloud at her feet.

Slowly, she dropped her hair and turned to face me.

The last year had been filled with moments that stole my breath away, but this one eclipsed them all, like a sunset over the lake, breathtaking and unforgettable.

She stood before me in lace that did nothing to hide her assets from my greedy gaze.

Through the thin sheer material of her bridal white bra, her nipples were clearly visible and stood out prominently.

My hunger for her was overwhelming, and I swallowed hard as saliva pooled in my mouth.

She had made a beautiful bride, but now, standing in front of me in the barest scraps of material and with a look of unreserved desire in her eyes, she was stunning.

I lifted her out of the cloud of fabric at her feet and threw her onto the bed.

Her infectious giggles encouraged me as I hurriedly stripped out of my tux.

With a knee on the bed, I climbed over her and took her lips.

Her giggles turned to unrestrained moans as I reached behind her to the clasp of her bra.

I yanked the offending material away from her body, letting it fly over my shoulder.

With her breasts exposed, her nipples perked up in response to the chilly air and the rush of excitement.

I palmed them, feeling their weight in my hands.

I traced my thumbs over the taut buds, smiling as she inhaled sharply, her eyes closing and her head tilting back, leaving her pale neck vulnerable.

Without hesitation, I trailed my lips down her neck and lower until I could take one rosy nipple into my mouth.

After a year of loving her, I’d gotten to know the cues from her body pretty well, but something was different tonight.

Maybe it was the fact that she was now my wife, but everything seemed enhanced.

Her sounds went straight to my cock, which dripped with desire and throbbed with a desperate need to be inside her.

But before that could happen, I had to feast on my wife.

I yanked off her panties and blazed a path of kisses down her belly to the V of her thighs.

Then, throwing her ankles over my shoulders, I buried my face between her legs.

The heady scent of her arousal filled my nostrils as I licked and sucked until her body shook under my ministrations.

Her grip tightened, pulling on my hair and sending a jolt of pain through my head, but I endured it, knowing she was caught in the throes of ecstasy.

I took pleasure in every moment, every stroke of my tongue, every single sizzle of sensation as I built her pleasure to a peak. And when she rushed over that peak with a rush of moisture, I drank her up.

I moved back up her body, wanting to give her a moment to come back down, but the little minx lowered her hand and wrapped her fingers around me. My entire body jolted at the touch. I closed my eyes and prayed for calm having already been on the precipice just watching her.

I pulled her hand away and settled myself between her thighs.

The intense heat within her core provided a welcoming embrace for my cock.

She twisted and moaned in ecstasy as she moved with me, her cries of pleasure filling the air with a sweet intensity.

Heat raced south, pooling in my groin until all I felt was fire licking at my balls.

The urge to let go within her was a relentless torrent of sensations.

My heart pounded so forcefully it felt like it might burst through my chest.

Her throaty voice excited the hell out of me, and I fought against the rising need to blow.

Observing her expressions closely while I moved in and out, I noticed the moments when my actions elicited reactions like her biting her lower lip or her eyelids drooping with desire.

I built her pleasure until Kat's pleas became desperate, her sobs echoing the urgency of her desire.

I endured until the ache in my balls became unbearable, the tightness in my throat grew, and the intensity of my love for her felt like it could consume me.

Then I let her fly free, and I flew with her until we were both spent, until we came back down, entwined together, blissfully happy in the knowledge that all our lonely yesterdays were gone.

With a whisper, I uttered the words “My wife,” as I embraced her tightly and sensed the gentle curve of her lips against my chest. “My love.” Her breaths grew softer as she slipped off to sleep. “My Kit.”