Combusting\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bella\u00a0<\/p>\n
I felt my cheeks heat up the moment Isla asked about our honeymoon. She asked, very casually, \u201cSo\u2026 when are you two leaving for your honeymoon?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was so sudden that I almost laughed from embarrassment. I cleared my throat and told her, \u201cWe\u2019re not going just yet,\u201d I replied, trying to sound composed. \u201cThere\u2019s a lot of work waiting for both of us.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Isla raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. \u201cWork will always wait, Bella,\u201d she told me gently. \u201cThis moment won\u2019t. You\u2019ve waited long enough for happiness.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I smiled at her, unable to argue. \u201cI know,\u201d I admitted softly. \u201cI just\u2026 need a little time.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She squeezed my hand with quiet understanding. \u201cJust don\u2019t forget to live,\u201d she said, before letting me go to rejoin the guests.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It sounded practical when she said it out loud. Grandmother looked at me with that knowing smile of hers, like she could see right through me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She stopped and looked at me. She reminded me, \u201cLove needs time too, not just responsibility. You\u2019ve been going through a lot all on your own. Now you\u2019ve got a great life\u2013partner. You both need to get out of here and give time to each other.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t argue with her after that. I only smiled and nodded, because part of me knew she was right, even if I wasn\u2019t ready to admit it yet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The celebrations carried on well past midnight, and the energy never really dipped. Music filled the air, laughter echoed everywhere, and people moved freely between conversations and the dance floor. I recognized several important faces\u2013business leaders, politicians, people I had only ever seen on screens before. It didn\u2019t surprise me. Scott\u2019s world was vast, and tonight everyone wanted to be part of his joy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But the happiest people in the room were my kids.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ryan and Emma were having the time of their lives. They ran from table to table, grinning proudly as they told anyone who would listen. \u201cOur mom and dad already got married before secretly!\u201d They spoke with such excitement, as if it was the best story in the world.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Cindy followed them closely, shaking her head. \u201cThat\u2019s enough now,\u201d she whispered urgently for what must have been the tenth time. \u201cYou don\u2019t need to tell everyone everything.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Emma only giggled and tugged at Ryan\u2019s hand. \u201cBut it\u2019s a secret wedding!\u201d she insisted loudly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
People laughed instead of being annoyed. In fact, most of them found it adorable. They bent down to listen to the kids, laughed with them, and congratulated them like they were part of the celebration in the most natural way possible.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Someone crouched down and asked Ryan, \u201cSo you\u2019re saying you\u2019re already experts at weddings?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ryan nodded seriously. \u201cYes. We practiced.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Across the room, I noticed a few women watching me. Their expressions were polite on the surface, but there was no mistaking the envy in their eyes. Some of them had probably come tonight hoping to catch Scott\u2019s attention, or at least to see what kind of woman had managed to marry him. I didn\u2019t feel uncomfortable. If anything, I felt amused. Instead, I found myself smiling inwardly. They saw a powerful man and a beautiful wedding. They didn\u2019t know about the bond Scott and I shared, about what it meant to be mates, about how deeply we were connected.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scott found me a little later and didn\u2019t bother with small talk. \u201cDance with me,\u201d he murmured.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He simply reached for my hand and pulled me toward the dance floor. How could I resist this man? The first song was slow and gentle, and he held me close as we moved together. His hand rested securely at my back, as I rested against his chest, inhaling his scent. He kept looking at me like I was the only person in the room, like nothing else mattered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
Combusting\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look beautiful,\u201d he told me quietly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I smiled up at him. \u201cYou\u2019ve said that many times already.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I\u2019ll say it many times more,\u201d he answered without hesitation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t deserve you\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWe both deserve each other from moon to back.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
When the music changed to something faster, he didn\u2019t let go. We laughed as we moved more freely, and I felt lighter than I had in days. Every now and then he leaned close and whispered how beautiful I looked, how he couldn\u2019t believe I was his. Each word made my heart beat a little faster.\u00a0<\/p>\n
By the time the party began to wind down, my feet ached and my cheeks hurt from smiling. I thought we would quietly slip away, but Scott had other plans. Without warning, he bent down and scooped me up in his arms, holding me like it was the most natural thing in the world.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cScott!\u201d I gasped. I protested weakly, but I couldn\u2019t stop smiling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMine,\u201d he said, his eyes flashing for me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
People cheered as he carried me out. I hid my face against his shoulder, embarrassed and happy all at once. He placed me gently in the car and drove us back. But I was surprised that instead of the penthouse, he drove to the villa. Was he waiting for this moment all night? When we arrived, I froze for a second as I took everything in. The villa looked completely different. The renovation was done, and it was stunning. It felt like it was never burned.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He watched my reaction closely. \u201cYou like it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI love it,\u201d I said honestly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scott took my hand and led me upstairs to the master bedroom. It was even more beautiful than I expected, calm and intimate, like a place waiting for us. I barely had time to take it all in before he pulled me into his arms again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After that, I didn\u2019t know how or when, but we were so in a frenzy to feel each other, we removed clothes and were on bed, tangled in each other. The way he touched me was urgent, filled with emotion, like he had been holding himself back for far too long. He pressed my naked body to the mattress and slammed his lips on mine. His cock was already rock\u2013hard, which he grinded on my body. A whimper escaped my mouth. His fangs had slipped out and his eyes flashed golden. I knew that Storm had joined him in this moment. He left my lips and went down to my breasts, where he sucked them hard until they were raw. He went down further, leaving a trail of kisses and hickeys until he reached my core. I was squirming for release, his name on my lips. He latched his mouth on my core and sucked it, making loud sounds, blurting curses, and grazing it with his fangs. When he couldn\u2019t wait anymore, he crawled above me and in one thrust, pushed his cock inside me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I gasped at the roughness of his actions, and my fingernails dug in his shoulders, drawing blood. He snarled and started thrusting inside me like a piston. My body was already on fire. Combusting.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCome for me, Bella,\u201d he said in a strained voice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was the only cue I needed. I felt my pussy quivering and then I came all around his cock. My eyes rolled in my head as stars burst into my vision.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With a roar, Scott came inside me. He continued to thrust until he had spent the last drop inside me. And then he slumped on me without retracting.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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