1◇ WEDDED

Amidst the cheers, beautiful clothing, pleasant music, the festive atmosphere was not at all festive for all.

Those old ones who missed the train and still bitter, desperate but hopeful some were. The rest accepted their fate long ago; marriage is not for all.

The bride could have said it better especially for the young single sighing twinkle-eyed ladies. Better still exchanging places would be wonderful from the scowl gracing such features.

All could tell who was counting the days for another celebration; a child perhaps, and whom amongst the seated couple was gunning a separation.

"This is a disaster! You do not care nor fault this charade?"

"Keep that smile up my bride. Again, no, I believe we have reached or destination".

No one listened. He is not listening to her. Something about him...he would be wreck her. Her soul was tied to his already yet she feels they both could still swim to a safe shore.

"Nothing is-"

"Will change". Frustration strung his cords, "let the family's trust be enough"

It would not repair this wreck. But sagged shoulders in concede.

"We will sink and drown" last attempt.

"The endless boulevard is less frightening with a companion"

****************

It was just a light drizzle. Cooled off an atmosphere which just a few minutes ago, threatened to render city dwellers incoherent with heat wave.

The bounce could be seen in some steps as a form of dance of gratitude to the heavens but not all cared for their clothes soaking in the rain.

Especially not the blond, blue eyed hottie in brown shirt.

The scawl on his face was enough indication that he really was not in support with heaven's decision.

But the two girls rushing to shelter had a moment to think otherwise for the wet, clinging shirt.

With him indoors, the first thing he sees on the table cracks his wall of statu-like frown and the transformation of his face is simply one that would have had the ladies give out their purse just to be on the receiving end.

Surely, he had known the longest he would be married. Many instances around him left him hopeless as he matured.

First meeting with her was a chore. Did not speak much to him and tried everything trick to get his disapproval each time her eyes strayed to her father's right hand. Silly girl crush he summed and indeed because the next time he spent holidays with the household, it was the butcher's nephew, then the milk man. But never him.

Following the smell of cooking to the kitchen with a mischievous smirk, in anticipation for what is to come.

Bringing her to their new home he arranged for was nerve exhausting. His father stressed him about his manly responsibilties enough. Soon-to-be difficult bride made his preparation more strenuous. He only new she liked the men in daddy's employ and not if she hated bright colors or preferred wooden furnishing. Hopefully, not her, but soon his sons too would depend on him as well. He manned up and he did not disappoint.

It suddenly halts the steps he takes, the sight before him. Dressed in a crop top and shorts, showing off long smooth calves with waves of dark hair flowing a bit past hips and dancing to her favorite song playing on the stereo, he watched as her small bottom swayed to the beat.

All those years spent schooling and training with father, many women crossed parts with him. He is no philanderer nor casanova but she surpassed all of the others in his forgotten past. The present was too captivating.

Captivating rushing his temperature and towards the right direction too, hot.

His vision was getting sharper and more focused with desire recaling all of the use he had put it to just last night and this morning. The possible use he could still put it to. Could feel himself grow harder by the second.

The torture was becoming a pesky anomaly his body refuses to condone anymore. In but a few strides, he reached her, yanking her waist so that her back was to his chest, hard, eliciting gasp of shock from said female. Her body relaxed when it recognised him.

"Do you wish to cause my heart to fail?" she moaned out, taking off the apron as she felt his hands moving down her body eliciting waves of pleasant electricity.

"The only heart failures would be the ones I give as I make you cry out my name in desire and want even as you reach the brink of our passion"

There was just the husk of his voice and the heat of his mouth on her neck and ears as he said those words, filled the kitchen with loud moans of desire and sparked so much want for him, her legs shook.

Thank heaven he held her. But how could she want him like this everytime?

Last night's debauchery lasted into wee hours of this morning seem a long memory for her still sensitive body but nooo, it was eager to be his once more. To be possessed unmercifully by him over and over again until she was weak and asleep.

Suddenly, she was in his strong arms gazing into now darkened blues, a blushed, looking away from the intensity of want. "The food would get burnt Rash. And then what would you have for dinner? "

He smirked at his little wife's shy tone and equally shy demeanour. "The fire is out and even if it weren't, I'd gladly have you for super"

His smirk turned into a full smile when her face became more crimson. She looked up for a second before hidding her face in his chest. Her little hands clutched his shirt as he made way towards their bedrom.

Much much later, he laid back with her clung to him. He smiled. She was such a turn on, his wife.

Thankfully, he did not reject their parents matchmaking otherwise she would have been lost to him. He gathered her closer and her sweet scent his undoing. His arms possessive around her. She was his and his alone and nobody will have her.

Their marriage night was such an ordeal but when he saw her on their wedding day for the first time, he did not regret his decision to go through with his father's matchmaking.

Making love to his wife for the first time would make such a funny story that they would tell their children and even their children one day. He still laughed at the thought of it.

As soon as they were left alone, she rushed into the bathroom and stayed there only making an appearance at an ungodly hour of the night.

Perhaps she imagined him to be asleep then but as soon as her back touched the bed, like lightning, he pinned her down and though she fought him, he showed her where she belonged, which was here on this bed, in his arms.

The next night was equally similar but she could not hold back her desire for him. Even now, she was still shy but no longer resisted him but gave in to her desire for them to be one.

He knew no other woman but his wife could claim him anymore when he took her for the first time and came to know that he was the first to be there. In that moment, he made sure that he taught her well and by the time he was done, she had moaned out his name a thousand times.

They were married. Their life journey beginning. He would take the calm storm because the raging ones follow closely.

This is the first of many beautiful chapters to come. Vote and comment if you like it.

Thank you!