Betrayed On My Wedding Day

Amara's POV "Amara, honey, you really should give it a shot. It's got spinach, banana, and a dash of ginger. Keeps you energized all day!" Mom sounded convincing. I laughed softly, twirling a strand of my hair around my finger. "Mom, you know I'm not into all those kind of stuff. Daniel though might love it.” She chuckled. “Speaking of Daniel, how's that handsome fiancé of yours? Still working those insane hours?" "He's good, great, actually. Busy as ever, but we're counting down to the wedding. Can't believe it's only a week away." A smile tugged at my lips as I glanced at the diamond on my finger. "Well, don't let him work you too hard before the big day. You need to rest up for that honeymoon!" Her words were teasing, making my cheeks flush slightly. Just then, I heard the front door click open. “Babe, I'm home!!” Daniel stepped in, his presence filling the room like a magnetic force. He was earlier than usual, his suit jacket already slung over one arm, revealing the crisp white shirt that seemed to gum to his chest His hair was slightly tousled, as if he'd run his hands through it during the drive home, and those piercing blue eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. "Mom, I've got to go. Daniel's home," I said quickly, sitting up straighter. "Oh, alright. Give him a kiss for me. Love you, sweetie!" "Love you too." I ended the call and set the phone aside, rising to meet him. "You're early. Everything okay?" Daniel's lips curved into a slow, triumphant smile as he closed the distance between us. He pulled me into his arms without a word, his mouth joining with mine in a deep, urgent kiss. His tongue swept in, tasting faintly of the espresso he favored, and his hands roamed down my back, pressing me against his body. I melted into him, my fingers threading through his hair as heat bloomed low in my belly. When he finally broke the kiss, his breath was ragged against my lips. "Better than okay," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "I sealed the deal today, it's all done. We're talking almost 200 million, Amara." My eyes widened, joy surging through me. "Daniel, that's incredible! I'm so proud of you." I cupped his face, pulling him in for another quick kiss. But he wasn't done. His hands tightened on my waist, and he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against mine. “And I contacted Dr. Halevi in Switzerland. He's slotted us in, your surgery, right after the wedding. End of next week. No more waiting." The words hit me like a tidal wave. All my life, my sickle cell problem had been a looming shadow, stealing bits of normalcy and whispering doubts about my future. Tears welled up as I processed it: relief, hope, a life without the constant pain. "Oh my God... really? It's happening?" He nodded, his grin widening. "It's happening. You're going to be okay, we're going to be okay." Overwhelmed, I launched myself into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as he caught me with ease. Laughter bubbled out of me, mixed with happy sobs, and he spun me once before setting me down, his hands sliding possessively to my ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, then a sharp spank that made me yelp and press closer, feeling the growing hardness against my thigh. "Damn, you feel good," he growled, nipping at my lower lip. "I'm going to freshen up. Why don't you join me upstairs? We need to celebrate this properly." His eyes darkened with promise, that naughty glint making my core clench in anticipation. "Aren't you hungry? I could whip up something quick," I teased, though my voice was breathy, already betraying my desire. He shook his head, backing toward the stairs with a wicked smile. "Not for food. Not yet." I watched him go up the stairs, my heart pounding. I had to make this a bit different from others. Not long after, I went upstairs too. In the bedroom, I stripped out of my casual jeans and top, slipping into the black lace lingerie he'd gifted me. The sheer fabric hugged my curves, the demi-cups lifting my breasts invitingly, and the thong left little to the imagination. I glanced in the mirror, tracing the faint scars on my body. Doubts flickered, am I sexy enough? But Daniel's words echoed: You're perfect. Tonight, I believed it. Tonight, I wanted to feel every inch of him worshipping me. The shower shut off, and moments later, Daniel emerged from the bathroom, steam billowing behind him. A towel hung low on his hips, barely concealing the outline of his arousal. Water droplets trailed down his chiseled abs, and his eyes devoured me as he let the towel drop, revealing his thick, veined c**k standing proud and ready. "f**k, Amara," he breathed, stalking toward me like a predator. "You look edible." He pulled me against him, his erection pressing hot and insistent against my stomach as he kissed me fiercely. Our tongues danced, hands exploring, mine roaming over the hard planes of his back, his dipping between my thighs to find me already wet through the lace. He groaned into my mouth, fingers teasing my folds before hooking the fabric aside and circling my c**t with agonizing slowness. I broke the kiss, dropping to my knees on the plush rug. His c**k bobbed in front of me, pre-c*m glistening at the tip. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking him firmly from root to head, feeling him throb in my grip. He was so thick, my fingers barely met, and I pumped him slowly at first, then faster, twisting my wrist on the upstroke. Daniel's head fell back, a guttural moan escaping as I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to lap at the salty bead. "Yes, baby... just like that," he rasped, his hand tangling in my hair. Emboldened, I took him into my mouth, lips stretching around his girth as I sucked him deep. I hollowed my cheeks, bobbing my head while my hand worked the base in rhythm. His hips bucked gently, f*****g my mouth as I swirled my tongue around his balls. Saliva dripped down my chin, mixing with his essence, and the wet, slurping sounds filled the room, heightening the charge. I glanced up, meeting his heated gaze, and hummed around him, the vibration making him curse and grip my hair tighter. But he pulled me up before he could finish, flipping me onto the bed with effortless strength. “My turn," he said, voice husky as he peeled off my lingerie, exposing my aching n*****s and soaked p***y. He settled between my legs, broad shoulders spreading me wide. His breath ghosted over my core, making me whimper. "So wet for me already." The first lick was torture, slow, flat-tongued from entrance to c**t. I arched off the bed, fingers clutching the sheets as he feasted. He sucked my c**t between his lips, flicking it rapidly with his tongue while two fingers plunged inside me, curling to stroke that sweet spot. Pleasure built like a storm, my hips grinding against his face as he added a third finger, stretching me deliciously. His free hand pinched my n****e, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, sending sparks straight to my core. I was lost in sensation, moans turning to cries as he devoured me relentlessly, his stubble scraping my inner thighs in the most exquisite way. "Daniel... please... I'm gonna…" The orgasm crashed over me, waves of ecstasy pulsing through my body as I clenched around his fingers, coating his chin with my release. He rose, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk. "Taste so f*****g good." Positioning himself at my entrance, he rubbed his c**k through my slickness, teasing until I begged. Then he thrust in, filling me completely in one powerful stroke. We both gasped at the union, him buried to the hilt, me stretched around his d**k, so tight. He started slow, deep rolls that hit every nerve, his pubic bone grinding against my c**t with each plunge. I wrapped my legs around him, nails digging into his shoulders as he picked up pace, pounding into me with raw intensity. The bed creaked under us, skin slapping skin in a primal rhythm. His mouth latched onto my breast, sucking hard as he drove deeper, angling to hit my G-spot over and over. Sweat slicked our bodies, the air thick with the scent of s*x and our mingled moans. "f**k, you feel amazing," he groaned, hand slipping between us to rub my c**t in tight circles. "Come for me again, Amara. Take all these nut…" The pressure built anew, coiling tight until I shattered, my walls fluttering around him in ecstasy. He followed seconds later, thrusting erratically as he spilled inside me, hot spurts filling me with his release. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breaths heaving, hearts racing in sync. He pulled me close, our bodies still joined, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my sweat-dampened skin. "I love you," he whispered, kissing my temple. "More than anything." "I love you too," I murmured, basking in the afterglow. Then his phone chimed on the nightstand, a sharp, intrusive sound. Daniel stiffened, sitting up abruptly to grab it. His face paled as he read whatever message it was, jaw clenching tight. "Babe, everything alright?"