Planning a wedding when you’ve already burned down the last one felt both terrifying and thrilling.
We wanted something small. Intimate, raw, and completely us. No crystal chandeliers or white roses this time. Just close friends who had stuck by us, family slowly warming up, and a venue that felt like fire 🔥 and freedom.
Every decision led back to the bedroom.
That afternoon, I stood in a private fitting room wearing a sleek, backless ivory gown that hugged every curve. John had insisted on coming with me. The moment the attendant left us alone, his eyes darkened with hunger.
“F*ck, Lucy,” he growled, stepping behind me. His hands slid over the silky fabric, tracing my waist, my hips, then cupping my breasts through the dress. “You look incredible. But you’d look even better with it ar
