Her white dress flows to the ground, just the way a princess’s dress should. Her perfect breasts are pushed to the top, making my cock harden in my pants.
Damn it.
She smirks, noticing my arousal, and slips her lip between her teeth to taunt and tease me as the minister speaks of our unity.
I narrow my eyes, and she only makes me harder when she deliberately bites down on her lower lip the way she often does when she's about to scream my name.
Shit.
“Ashiara, would you like to read your vows?” asks the minister, and she releases me from her teasing hold while picking up her sheet of paper.
Her eyes fall completely sincere, as they find mine, and she never glances down at her writing as she says, “In all my life, I never thought it possible to love someone the way I love you. I didn’t think this sort of happiness existed outside of fantasy. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t fall more in love with you. I promise to spend the rest of my life completely and utterly… Tagged.”
She smiles, and I let out a small snicker while holding back my tears. Taking a deep breath, I get ready to say my own promise.
“You’re the only girl in this world I’ve ever felt was meant for me. You’re strong, honest, sweet, and incredible. I’ve been in love quite possibly since I met you. You opened me up in a way so many others had failed, and you made my life better than I ever thought possible. I love you, Ash, and I always, always will. I promise to remain Ashed from now until the end of time.”
She giggles a little as her tears drip free, and the minister smiles as she picks up my ring to place on my finger. An adorable grin appears, and I glance down just before she puts it on.
I laugh a little when I see the inscription - Ashed. She slides it onto my finger, letting the world know I belong to her. This ring will never leave my hand.
***
Ashiara
He can’t help but enjoy my playful counter ring to his Tagged ring. I smile giddily, my heart pounding in my chest as we near the finish line.
He pulls out my ring, and his humor leaves as he shows me the inscription on my wedding band. My heartbeat quickens as my tears start to fall when I read it. Forever.
He slides it onto my finger, tears glistening in his eyes, and I throw my arms around his neck to pull him to me. His lips crush against mine, and his arms embrace me, pulling me tighter to his body.
“You may kiss the bride,” the minister releases with a chuckle, and everyone roars out their cheers as we make a rather torrid scene.
“I love you, wife” he breathlessly murmurs against my lips with a salacious grin.
“I love you, husband.”