Tradition said the bride and groom should spend the night apart.
John said tradition could go f*ck itself.
He booked the entire cliffside villa for the two of us the night before the wedding. No separate rooms. No rules. Just a massive bed facing the ocean and the sound of waves crashing below.
I stood on the balcony in one of his shirts as the sun set, the fabric brushing the tops of my bare thighs. He came up behind me, hands sliding under the shirt to cup my breasts, thumbs circling my n*****s until they hardened. His mouth found the side of my neck.
“Last night as Lucy Morgan,” he murmured against my skin.
I turned in his arms and kissed him. The kiss started slow...almost reverent, then deepened until I was climbing him, legs wrapping around his waist. He carried me inside and la
