Shimmers of Pearl (The Pearl Trilogy, Part 3) (30 page)

“That’s for sure. We’ve really put each other through the wringer.”

He strokes my leg with his toe. “But here we are. Together. Married, till death do us part.”

“And two little ones on the way.” I breathe in the cool, crisp air. “Madeleine it is, then. I’ll never forget how my heart broke in two that day. When you left me there weeping into my linen napkin, everyone staring at me. That’s when I realized how insanely in love with you I was. My whole world fell apart that day.”

He grins. “Little did you know there was worse to come.”

I raise an eyebrow. “And then I met Rex and I couldn’t choose between you both. I have to say, you had real competition there.”

“Yes, Rex became quite the traitor.”

“Because I had him on my side, in my heart of hearts, I knew that I’d win you back.”

“You never lost me, chérie. I was yours from word Go. All yours. I always have been and I always will be.” His words are a sweet music to my ears.

“It was like a fairytale today, wasn’t it?” I say.

“It still
is
a fairytale. Look at that sky.”

“Which of the reindeer was your favorite?”

“The pale one. The one with the soulful eyes,” he says.

“I liked that frisky one that tried to nip my bottom. They looked so cute with their white ribbons on their massive antlers. Wow, that was some ride sailing through the snow like that. We went so fast.”

Alexandre looks up at the sky again. “What do you think they’re all doing now?”

“The stars? The space people? The
Starman
waiting in the sky who’d like to come and meet us but he thinks he’d blow our minds?” I say quoting the David Bowie song.

He laughs. “No, our guests.”

“Well, Daisy and Anthony were weeping. And drinking. I last saw them standing by the ice sculptures. Earlier, though, I did catch Daisy out of the corner of my eye flirting outrageously with my dad, so who knows what’s going on. Or, they’re probably telling embarrassing stories about us. Sophie and Alessandra had a midnight reindeer sleigh ride planned. Natalie and Miles will probably still be dancing.” I laugh, conjuring up a picture of Anthony in his outlandish outfit. “How adorable did Ant look, squeezed into his pink suit? Oh my God, Alexandre! I forgot to tell you. Bruce proposed to him. While we were having the cake.”

He licks his lips.
Those beautiful lips that I’m going to kiss later.
“Both of those cakes were out of this world.”

“Weren’t they?” I sigh with happiness. “This has been the most perfect wedding, possible. The most beautiful day, ever.”

“I have to admit it, I’m glad we didn’t get married in Vegas.”

“What? Even though I escaped from you, clambered out of a toilet window and caused mayhem and heartbreak?”

“I caused you a fair share of heartbreak, as well, chérie. I think we’re about even on that score.”

“We made it, though.”

“Yes, we did. We made it.”

***

We are ensconced in our cozy, log cabin. There is a fire burning in the hearth. Outside, it is snowing lightly, a blanket of powdery white covers the ground and tops the pine trees.

I’m lying on the king size bed; nude, expectant and literally, feeling like a virgin on my wedding night. It
is
my wedding night. Alexandre hasn’t been inside me for three months. My heart is in my stomach as it whips around in an eddy of emotions, twirling in and around itself like the northern lights. I observe Alexandre, my husband, walking around the room naked, unwittingly parading his beautiful body. He is stoking the fire, now, enjoying perhaps, the latent fear that is mounting inside me. He must know how nervous I feel. The orange blaze of the fire glows on his golden torso; he bends down, his muscles rippling in his forearms and his thighs.

I gaze at him, already moist between my legs, just imagining what he’s going to do to me. He turns around, narrows his eyes and tells me, “You are so exquisite, Pearl.” His legs are astride and I watch his erection flex into a hard rod. He’s biting his lower lip without being aware that he’s looking so predatory. A tingle of fearful adrenaline spikes me in the solar plexus.

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve been longing for this, Pearl?

“I have a pretty good idea,” I reply, blood pumping through me in a hot rush.

“Do you know what I want to do to you?”

The Big Bad Wolf, I think.

He saunters towards me slowly, standing above me as I lie there. His eyes trail up and down my body – just the thought of him has my nipples erect, but when he touches me, tingles shoot through me. He holds my chin in his hands, leans down and kisses me, parting my lips with his tongue; his glittering green eyes locking with mine, not leaving me for a second. “I want to kiss every inch of you. Your mine, Pearl, all mine.” He straddles me, his strong thighs either side of my hips, his solid erection resting against my stomach. I grip onto his sinewy biceps, raise myself up a little to meet his lips, once more, and I moan hungrily into his mouth.

“Please, Alexandre.”

He inches his way down the mattress and I feel the tip of him resting on my clit which is throbbing in anticipation. I begin to buck my hips at him in desperation. I need him inside me. He shifts his weight a touch and his soft crown rests at my entrance.

“You’re so wet, baby. How I’ve missed this. He enters me just a millimeter and I cry out.

“Alexandre!”

“How does that feel?” he murmurs into my mouth.

“Incredible.” I wriggle beneath him. “I want more.”

“I know you do, and you bet I’m going to give it to you, baby.” He pushes himself an inch inside me, his mouth still on mine. “So juicy, so hot and ready for me.”

“Ahh…” I groan, writhing under him.

He eases himself in further. “Are you okay? Is that too much?”

Are you kidding?
“Please,” I beg.

He groans and thrusts himself all the way in. “Oh, Pearl. Oh Pearl.” He’s stretching me, filling me slowly and I scream out. He circles his hips and pulls out a touch, waits a beat and then comes back down into me. I respond by grabbing his butt and thrusting myself at him.

“Alexandre.”

He can’t help it and nor can I. He’s fucking me rhythmically now, and I rise up to meet each delicious plunge. I hook my feet around his ankles so he’s in deep, and claw onto his butt tighter to control the pace. Each time he comes down on me I drive my hips forward, my clit rubbing hard against his pubic bone. I grasp his ass so tightly so our groins are united as one, and I freeze the movement so each time our centers meld, my clit slaps hard against him; tremors pulsating and ringing through me. He is thick and hard inside me, filling me on all sides, molded into my form.

“We were designed for each other, Pearl” he murmurs. “Made to fuck together. Forever and ever.”

“Oh, baby, this feels so good.”

His focus is just
me
. His forehead is on mine; his thrusts are making me delirious. His hands cup my ass possessively. We are locked together. He says, almost in a growl, “You. Are. All. Mine. This. All. Belongs. To. Me.” Each thrust is punctuated by a word. “Love. Honor. And. Obey.”

I want to laugh but maybe what he says isn’t so silly, after all. Because on a hard plunge on ‘obey’ my inner fireworks explode – the northern lights of my core swirl and dance inside me like never before. I cry out in ecstasy and feel his hot release pounding through me, as his lips meld with mine.

“Yes, yes,
yes
,” I scream into his mouth.

“What are you saying yes to, Pearl Chevalier?” he says on one last thrust.

“I swear to love, honor and obey you for the rest of my life.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” and he kisses me again.

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