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Kelcie

Two Years Later….

I’m standing, looking in a full-length mirror in my dress ready to marry Gabriel.

I didn’t want anything big, I was happy with simply changing my name but that didn’t fit with his concept of me and being his, in every term and way possible.

I’ve opted for a simple gown, thin straps with a fitted bust, flowing from my hips to the ground, and an elegant split up the right side with tulle floating over the top.

I have kept my hair simple with curls flowing over my shoulders.

I agreed to have a ceremony as long as it was discreet with only us.

He arranged for us to fly out and stay in a beautiful cabin in the Great Smoky Mountains in National Park, it is on the border between North Carolina and Tennessee.

The wildflowers bursting with colour and the waterfall on the horizon make it the most picturesque view I have ever seen.

As soon as we arrived, I felt a sense of calm travel through my veins removing any stress from my body.

Anders has flown out with us for a few days so that he can officiate the wedding, he said he would sort out a couple of witnesses for us.

After everything we have all been through, I had no problem handing this over to him.

He and David are the closest things we have to family, but David stayed back to keep things smooth at The Sicuro.

As I turn my gaze to look out the window, enjoying the view, there is a soft knock on the door and Gabriel walks in.

He’s in a pure black suit, tailored perfectly to his body, black shirt, I requested no tie and for his top two buttons to be undone, to which he agreed.

Just looking at him has my heart rate increasing, this man is a god.

My god.

His eyes light up when he sees me, I see his eyes move over every part of my body.

As he reaches my waist, I stick my leg slightly out the split so he can see the dress in its full glory, and that I ensured to pick one with the access that he likes.

He comes close kissing me softly.

Taking a knee, he picks up my shoe gently placing it on my foot, as he secures the strap his hand glides up the back of my leg reaching my knee before he places my foot down and moves to the other, repeating the action.

The fact that I get a side of him that no one else does makes my love for him so much stronger.

He’s soft, gentle, yet commanding, the way he makes my body long for him when he has only just released his touch holds a power over me that he will never understand.

When he places down my other foot he rises, his hands taking their place around my neck, his thumbs brushing my chin and his fingers sliding in my hair.

This action alone still has my pussy throbbing for him.

He leans in, kissing me softly yet passionately.

“Are you ready to give me the final piece of you?”

His words whispered yet powerful.

“You already have every part of me.”

My response is truthful, he has every part of me, my mind, my body, and my soul are his and have been since the beginning.

I just didn’t know it.

His eyes look deep into mine and the blue of his ignites like lightning.

Kissing me again, he takes hold of my hand, and we make our way out to the garden.

Nothing about us, our relationship has been traditional and with no family, I wanted to walk down ‘the aisle’ with the man who has provided me, love, support, security, and the belief in myself and the strength that I have.

Just like I walked into the world that I now control with him, I will walk into this marriage with him.

In all honesty what else could I actually be walking into?

We walk out into the garden, the view has the waterfall in the background, it’s July so the green colour of the trees is vibrant, and the pink and purples of the flowers have the slowly setting sun beaming on them.

The fresh crisp smell is one that will bring the memory of today.

Looking forward I see Anders, he’s dressed in a deep blue suit with a white shirt and black tie.

He’s actually smiling, a full smile which I have never seen before.

Standing a few feet in front of him on one side is an older gentleman, with deep grey hair which is styled back, he’s dressed in a suit similar to Gabriel’s but with a white shirt and black tie.

On the other side is an older lady, her deep brown hair that has some silver running through it is pulled back into a bun.

She is dressed in a classic black, high-necked, long-sleeved A-line dress.

They both clearly look after themselves.

Gabriel can see me looking at them and he gives my hand a reassuring squeeze, then I remember the witnesses that Anders was arranging.

Anders starts with the customary wording, I asked for a short ceremony, so it’s not long before we move on to our vows.

“Gabriel, would you like to state your vows.”

Anders directs Gabriel and he looks deep into my eyes, I can see the desire in his.

He still has hold of my hands.

“Kelcie, you came into my world when it was turning upside down and leading into a path of fire.

You walked beside me and when I was burning you redirected the flames.

I made you mine, during which I become yours.

My heart is the vessel that keeps my body alive, but my soul is yours, and when my heart no longer beats my soul will remain with you, in this life and in the next.

I love you.”

I can feel my heart beating so hard I am sure you would be able to see it.

“Kelcie, your vows.”

Anders directs.

“I’ve never known a love, a passion like what we have, that can survive in the world that we live in.

You showed me a life where the fairytale of love conquering all exists.

I will walk side by side with you down any path that may lay before us.

I am yours, not only now but always.

I love you.”

Before Anders can say you may kiss your bride, Gabriel has stepped close to me, his hands around my neck as his lips take over mine, I grip his waist never wanting this moment to end.

As we turn to walk back the witness’s step in front of us.

The older gentleman holds out his arms and embraces Gabriel in a manner that old friends would greet each other.

I haven’t seen him embrace anyone, ever, the closest thing to it is when he shakes hands with someone and even that is rare.

After which the lady hugs him softly.

Gabriel turns to me, taking my hand once again.

“Kelcie, this is Antonio DeMarco and his wife Heather DeMarco.”

I feel my mouth part as I take a sudden sharp breath in, I force my lips together.

I feel my eyes flick between his grandparents who stand before us.

What the fuck, I thankfully say in my head.

“Long story,”

Antonio states while taking my hand and placing a kiss on it.

“One for over wine.”

Heather states directing us to follow her.

As we do I hear Anders let out a laugh as he joins us.

The End.