From the Ashes

The Wedding Night

~Maria~ 

From the moment my eyes locked with Logan’s I couldn’t stop staring at him. His eyes where pillar box red. I’d never seen it before. They that fierce red shade. His eyes seemed so soft. His family, his clan. They dealt in illegal spells, murder for hire and death. How was the man before me not the monster I imagined him to be and that kiss, was so intoxicating. I didn’t speak for the rest of the day I just went through the mentions and nodded as others spoke to me longing for the moment Logan and I would be alone together. I wanted to know his lips again. Like nothing I’d ever felt before. Not even with Porter. Oh god Porter, this was the first time I’d thought of him In hours, I lingered on that thought for a moment for the first time in 2 years I’d gone hours without thinking of Porter. I frantically searched the room with my eyes suddenly I couldn’t pick his face from the crowd. It was as though the attraction that connected us so deeply has been broken by a mere kiss?! 

‘It would never of worked’ I heard Logan’s voice in my ear. ‘He is ice, you are fire.’ 

how did he know about me and Porter? How could he have known. It was all lingered glances and stolen kisses. My husband smiled smugly ‘My father has his connections, he would never agree to this match before he had you observed..’ I looked at Logan deeply, his eyes looked almost betrayed that I was looking for another man during our wedding reception. For the first time in hours I uttered a word ‘I’d like everyone to leave, I want to be alone’ 

Without a second thought Logan stood from the table and proudly announced ‘My wife and I are going to retire, enjoy the festivities in our absence’ his motley crew of siblings and uncles began to cheer and sqawk like a pack of wild dogs. I could feel my hair stand on end as if they where about to burst into flames again, However Logan grabbed my hand and the sensation of being with him calmed me. ‘I’m sorry Maria, my family can be raucous at times’ he hissed. He led me away from the grand reception hall and across a long hallway to the other side of the mansion. He lead me up a spiral staircase and across another vast hallway. I was trying to so hard to take it all in that this was my home now. It was huge and incredibly modern. The smell of fresh crisp white paint still lingered in the air. Who was I kidding this wasn’t a mansion this was a Palace! We reached a door and I questioned Logan ‘why haven’t you taken me to our master suite, where I was earlier today’ 

‘That wasn’t the master’ he replied ‘that is a guest room this is our master’ he pushed the door open to reveal the most beautiful bedroom it was fully encapsulated in floor to ceiling windows to show the view of the picturesque grounds. ‘Don’t worry, the windows are one way, no one can see in’ 

I saw a door to my right , Logan lead me through the door to a huge his and hers closet. ‘I’ve taken the liberty of filling this with things of your size.’ 

‘I’m tired Logan, I’d like to take a bath and get into bed if I’m honest.’ I replied. Logan led me to the bathroom and proceeded to remove his clothes. His body was astounding. I felt myself moisten at the sight of him. It was like he was moving in slow motion as he pulled away his white underwear and exposed his huge member and jumped into the shower before me. He turned me and said ‘how about we take a shower and get to know each other a little better’ with a grin on his face. 

I’d never been naked with a man before, I was suddenly so afraid of rejection even though he’d already bared all to me. No Maria, a voice in my head said, you are a wife now this is your duty. Suck it up butter cup! Thankfully my wedding dress was simple and easy to remove. The same couldn’t be said for my bridal lingerie I didn’t get chance 

~Logan~

There she was standing before me in her lingerie, I couldn’t breathe she was perfect. I pulled her into the shower and let the water soak us both before kissing her deeply. Our kiss was so passionate and intense once more, the water felt cold against our bodies as I realised we where both burning, full bodies alight but being extinguished by the water of the shower. She made me so calm but set my body on fire. I’d never felt this with another woman. I usually only flamed when I was angry. I’d never flamed from passion before. 

Maria let out a soft moan as I nuzzled her neck. We where rubbing our faces together like two turtle doves. Everything between us felt so primal and raw I was fighting my body’s urge to shift I wanted to fly her away into the heavens and keep her only for myself. Surely she felt this too

I wanted to worship her, every single part of her body. I slipped the bra from her body and slowly started to suck on her n*****s. My wife squealed with delight. I slid my hands down her soaking wet burning body. I kissed my way down her front and as I traced the outline of sweet lips on her lingerie I realised how wet she actually was. It was as though she’d never been touched before ... was my Maria really ... surely it wasn’t so... I’d been so assured she’d been carrying on with that f*****g white headed i***t Porter... ‘Maria are you a Virgin’ groaned. Maria squealed and squawked in delight as I teased her. So I stopped to allow he chance to answer ‘Logan what are you doing don’t f*****g stop’ I asked her again more forcefully this time ‘MARIA ARE YOU A VIRGIN’ ... ‘yes’ she replied. 

I scooped her up in my arms. Wrapped her around me and carried her to the bed. Threw my body on top of hers and asked her ‘Are you sure you’re ready for me to do this’ 

~Maria~ 

I looked at Logan for a moment, ‘I am your  wife it is my duty to consummate this marriage, I am ready’ 

Somthing about my words seemed to infuriate him the truth was I was being driving wild by my need to have him inside me. I’d never been so sure I wanted this in my life but I couldn’t just tell him that. He was so smug, so sure he had me. Logan slid my underwear down and spread my thighs with one swift movement. He breathed his warm breath on my opening and gently licked it and kissed it. I moaned with pleasure. He knew what to do that was for sure. His face was buried against me for what felt like an eternity of pleasure and just as I was close to reaching my release he pulled away ‘Maria, my angel, I don’t want you do this because it’s your duty. I want you to give yourself to me because you feel what I feel, this connection, this thing between us, I want you to tell me I own your p***y and you need me inside it. That I’m what you’ve waited for’ 

I paused for a second and my mind went to Porter again... I thought he was the one for me but I never allowed him more than I kiss ... 23 years of being around him and it was nothing more than a kiss... I’ve known Logan for 12 hours and I felt like I’d run cold inside if he didn’t enter me and claim me. 

‘TELL ME YOU NEED ME MARIA’ Logan roared. 

I opened my eyes and looked at him square in the face ‘I need to Logan, I need you inside of me now. If I don’t get you inside of me I think I will die’ 

He rose to my lips and kissed me deeply ‘this may hurt for a second’ he pushed his throbbing member into me slowly... it was huge, so much bigger than before. In all this angst and confessions of desire I didn’t realise just how much I’d turned him on. It took my breath as he forced his way into me he had to go slowly at first I was just so tight but as he picked up the pace I squealed with ecstasy, he harder and harder he pounded ‘f**k f**k f**k f**k he’ screamed and grunted as I reached my c****x and righted around him ‘look at me in the eyes baby, I need to see your eyes’ and with a single second of eye contact I felt his huge d**k fill me with an explosion of seed. 

Logan held me for hours we didn’t speak. He just held me.... and after a few hours he kissed me on the head and muttered sleepily ‘you’re perfect Maria’. 

The morning light shone through the windows, I reached out to feel for Logan in the bed but he was gone. My body ached from my wedding night. Where was my husband and why wasn’t he here. Just like that he appeared in the doorway ‘good morning sleeping beauty’ he stood there shirtless in just grey jogging bottoms with his coffee in hand ‘the thing about arranged marriages is that I don’t know a thing about you... so’ and with a gesture of his hand in walked several maids pushing serving trolleys with every variety of breakfast food and beverage ‘I didn’t know what you liked so I asked the staff to make everything’ 

 The next few days where a blur, we spend 72 hours in bed worshiping eachother endlessly. I didn’t know how this man could be capable of the monstrous deeds that he clearly carried out in the sake of his family name... our family name, but it dawned on me that we couldn’t spend the rest of our lives in the master suite. We would have to face the world eventually and I feared that once we did I would meet the monster.