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LAYLA
Mrs. Fallon.
How could that be my new name?
After the ceremony, we got on Zane's bike, and he drove us to a beautiful hotel overlooking the lake, in a peaceful part of town I'd never been to before. As we walked into the room, he dropped his keys on the side, making me turn towards him.
He strode towards me, a vision in a black leather jacket and jeans. He studied me, almost in awe before his lips captured mine.
My heart raced when we fell onto the bed, tugging at our clothes urgently.
"I've wanted you for so long," I groaned against his mouth, his head buried in my neck. He trailed kisses over my bare chest, his fingers sliding into my underwear. I sucked in a breath as he explored my folds with his slender fingers, which were cold against my warm flesh. "Please..."
"How does it feel knowing you are the only woman I've ever done this with?" Zane wondered aloud as I kissed him hungrily.
"It's surreal; I can't believe you chose me."
He smiled then as he allowed me to guide him to my entrance, his eyes staring into mine as I nodded. Slowly he pushed himself into me, his eyes searching mine as I pushed him deeper with my feet on his ass. Our mouths met again as he groaned against me.
"Layla... I fucking love you."
I tried to speak, but then he entered me fully, causing me to gasp as he swore. I wasn't sure what to expect; I knew he was a virgin, but I didn't know if I would need to guide him at all. I needn't have worried, as he thrust in and out of me with swift movements, picking up speed as I cried out below him.
His fingers hoisted my legs up onto his shoulders as he smirked at me.
"I've seen a lot of films; I've always wanted to try this."
I was wrapped around him as my body granted him deeper access, my eyes refusing to close in case I missed anything.
He was beyond handsome; he looked like a fallen angel.
I stared at his lips, which were parted slightly as he groaned with delight.
"I'm going to cum, I'm sorry—” he muttered, slamming himself into me repeatedly as he let out a series of guttural moans.
I wrapped my legs around him, wanting to feel every movement he made.
"Don't apologize," I said finally, my breath barely allowing me to speak.
"I only wanted to fuck my wife, and it had to be you."
He released my legs slowly as he moved to lay beside me, both of us catching our breath as we gazed at each other.
"I am so glad it was me. I can't believe Zane Fallon is my husband." I chuckled, gazing at the plain band on my wedding finger.
"You're the only one that's ever made me feel like I do. You walk into a room and command my attention. I don't know how I existed so long without you," Zane confessed, lifting my hand to admire the ring. "The wedding ring represents a circle, like an eternity. It means you are mine forever, Layla Fallon."
"Zane, I'm so happy right now."
"Mmm, me too. But I think a shower overlooking the lake with you might just make me a damn sight happier."
He kissed me softly before pulling me onto his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as I squealed. He walked us onto the balcony, where a rain shower stood. It was completely private, with no rooms overlooking us. He placed me down on the ground beside him before turning the powerful jet of water on. I shivered slightly in the cool air as he frowned at me with concern. He lifted me, placing me under the warm stream. I closed my eyes as he joined me, his lips crashing against mine as he lifted me around him again. He pressed my back against the cool tiles before adjusting the shower stream to the back of the wall.
"I thought you wanted to see the lake." I smiled against him, biting my lip when his fingers stroked over my nipple.
"Mmm. I'll look later. The view I have right now has me speechless."
