The Krasniqi Bride

4: Bound Tonight

Valon's POV

The chapel doors stand open. The room is small and built with stone walls. Candles burn on the altar, its lights flicker yellow. Shadows dance across the wooden benches.

Only a few people wait inside. Drilon stands near the front with a calm face, his arms folded. Ilir stands beside him, he has surprisingly made his silver hair neater than usual. Mimoza on the other hand waits at the side, hands clasped and his eyes soft but worried. You might be wondering who Mimoza is, Mimoza is my mansion’s head maid.

Liridona walks in beside me. The white dress clinging on her body flows around her, her hair is still damp from the shower. The eyepatch on her is black against her pale skin. She keeps her chin high and her jaw tight. Her good eye glares forward.

Can someone tell her to relax a bit, she is not marching into a battle or on a second thought, maybe she actually is.

I guide her to the altar. My hand rests on her lower back. She tenses under my touch but she does not pull away.

The priest begins, his voice low but his words are in Albanian.

We exchanged our vows. Very simple vows and short ones.

Liridona speaks first, her voice comes through clenched teeth.

“I do.”

Each word sounds forced and sharp. Not that I mind as long as she wears my rings tonight.

I speak next, calmly and steadily.

“I do.”

My eyes stay on her the whole time, never leaving her face.

Drilon then steps forward with the rings. They are golden bands, simple yet heavy.

I slide the ring on her finger. She trembles. It is a small shake but I feel it and I am sure the priest felt it too.

She slides mine on, her fingers are cold and hesitant.

The priest nods.

“You may kiss the bride.”

Finally, the moment everyone has been waiting for. Maybe not everyone however I have been excited for this very moment.

I grip her jaw tight and lift her face,then crush my lips to hers. Rough and possessive. My tongue forces past her lips, claiming every inch while she trembles against me. I taste her fear, her tears, her breath catching.

I kiss her longer than the warehouse kiss and deeper.

She fights for half a second, stiffening her lips but who is she deceiving? Definitely not me because after a millisecond she melts just a little and parted her lips, giving in to me.

Heat spreads fast.

I pull back and she breathes hard with a flushed cheek. Can't believe she is actually blushing. What was the hard girl then for if it was so easy like this?

Back to the breaking news.

We are married, legally, in the eyes of the clan.

I lift her in my arms easily and she stiffens again.

I carry her out.

We walk through the foyer up the stairs and down the hall.

She stays quiet with a tensed body.

I walk to the master bedroom and push the door. You thought right, it belongs to me. It is a big room with dark wood and a large bed. The fireplace is lit and it burns low. Its windows look out at mountains and which allows the moonlight to spill in.

I set her on her feet and close the door, making sure I lock it.

She stares at me, fiercely. Does she think I will shrink from that? She is only raising my energy. If only she understands how her stare affects me.

I step closer. She backs up fast and hits the bed edge.

My fingers reach her zipper. She grabs my wrist, her nails digging into my flesh wanting to halt my action.

“No,” she whispers.

I pull the zipper down anyway. The fabric parts and slides off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. She stands there naked. Her skin is pale in candlelight and her beasts rise with every quick breath.

She tries to cover herself but I catch her wrists and pin them to her sides.

I pull her against me. My mouth crashes onto hers. I bite her lower lip until she whimpers into my mouth. My tongue pushes in and claims what is mine; tasting her fear, her anger and the faint salt of tears.

She shoves at my chest weakly.

I lift her and throw her onto the bed. She bounces once. I rip my clothes off. My c**k springs free, already leaking at the tip. It is as hard as steel.

She stares with her eyes wide.

I climb over her, pin her wrists above her head with one hand while my other hand slides between her legs. My fingers find her p***y.

“f*****g soaked,” I growl against her ear. “You hate me, but your cunt doesn’t”

She curses me. “Bastard.”

I line up and push in one brutal thrust without warning. Her p***y grips me tight; hot, wet and f*****g perfect. She cries out, sharp. Her nails rake my back, drawing blood.

I don’t stop. I f**k her hard, each thrust slams her into the mattress. Bed creaks and her t**s bounce. I bite her neck, leaving dark marks. My hand finds her c**t and rubs rough circles.

She moans. “f**k… you…”

I go faster. “Say it,” I snarl. “Say you’re mine.”

She shakes her head but her hips lift to meet me.

I flip her; her face down and her ass up. I enter her again, harder. My hand in her hair, pulling her head back.

“You’re mine,” I growl. “This p***y is mine. This body. All of it.”

She sobs. But her walls flutter. She’s close.

I reach around, pinching her c**t hard.

She screams and cums violently, her p***y spasming around my c**k, milking me.

I follow, filling her up. I groan against her neck.

I stay inside her, locking my arm around her waist.

I kiss her shoulder.

“You are mine,” I whisper.