We curled into each other and let the silence wrap around us, not heavy, but full—like the world itself was holding its breath for us. The enormity of the moment pressed softly against my chest, thebeauty of this instant almost too much to carry. I was holding the love of my life, the person who had changed every corner of me, and now, now, she was officially my wife. My forever. My constant. My everything.
Last night was our wedding and our wedding night. Even now, I can hardly believe it. The day feels like something pulled out of a dream, one I never want to wake from. The wedding itself was nothing short of magical, held on a boat that January gifted us, the river carrying us like a silver ribbon under the stars. Lanterns hung from the deck, their soft glow floating on the water like constellations come to bless us. The air was full of music and laughter, the kind of joy that makes time dissolve.
Most of her friends from the Odd Ones came, each of them as colorful and unforgettable as their names. I had heard so many stories about them, but meeting them in person made me understand why she loved them so fiercely. Marchy was just as rebellious as she had always described, sharp-tongued and quick-witted, her laughter like a spark that set everyone else alight. May was dreamy, always looking skyward as if she could see shapes in the clouds even at night, a soul of a hopeless romantic. Jan carried herself like royalty—classy, composed, but with a toughness that hid a heart of pure gold; when she hugged June, I swear my wife melted right into her arms. December was shy, her words soft and careful, but the sweetness in her eyes spoke volumes. August burned with a fiery spirit, laughing loudly, dancing wildly, pulling everyone onto the floor until the deck shook with life. July had a mature, motherly air about her, fussing over June's hair, her veil, her lipstick, making sure everything was perfect, and when she finally sat back, her smile was the proudest of all, and November, quiet and thoughtful, who gave us a gift so personal and heartfelt it left both ofus in tears. Each of them carried their own kind of magic, and together they filled the boat with a warmth that made it impossible to feel the night's chill.
The wedding itself was joy woven into every detail. We exchanged vows under the open sky, the boat drifting just enough for the stars to reflect perfectly in the water around us, as if the heavens bowed to witness. When I slipped the moonstone ring onto her finger, the cheers that erupted were deafening, but all I could hear was the quiet tremble in her voice as she whispered,"Yes, forever."Our first dance was a slow, swaying moment under strings of fairy lights, her head against my chest, my arms around her waist, as the boat rocked gently like the universe itself had decided to cradle us.
The night unfolded into laughter, dancing, clinking glasses, and promises sealed not only between us, but between her and her world, which had now become mine. When the last of the music faded and the boat grew quiet, I led her to our cabin, shutting the door behind us. The air between us shifted instantly. The celebration outside was over but ours had only just begun.
She stood in the middle of the room, her dress glowing in the lantern light, cheeks flushed from dancing. Her hair had come loose, curling around her shoulders, and she looked like something otherworldly—my goddess, my bride. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She caught the look and smirked, tugging lightly at my tie.
"Oh, there it is—the bossy look. You really think you're in charge right now, don't you?" She said.
I slipped my glasses off slowly, setting them aside. "Oh I know I am, sweetheart," I whispered, my lips brushing her ear, "andI know you're about to be ruined." She shivered, her breath catching, and the sound nearly undid me.
I kissed her hard, claiming her mouth, one hand tangled in her hair while the other slid down the line of her back, gripping the fabric of her dress. She melted into me, but when I pulled back, she was already breathless, eyes wide with heat. "Take it off," I ordered, my voice low, and she obeyed, trembling fingers working at the buttons while I watched, my chest rising and falling with the effort of control. Piece by piece, I stripped her of satin and lace, until she stood in only her skin, radiant and shaking under my gaze.
"Mine," I growled, cupping her face before pressing her down to the bed. She gasped as I hovered over her, her body arching into mine. I worshiped every inch of her, lips tracing down her throat, my teeth grazing her collarbone, leaving marks only I would ever see. She whimpered my name, her nails digging into my back, and it only spurred me on.
When I finally entered her, it was slow, deliberate—making her feel every inch, every promise, every vow I hadn't been able to put into words. She clung to me, gasping, moaning, begging, her body answering mine in perfect rhythm. Every thrust was possession, devotion, love made flesh. She looked at me like I was the only man in the world, and God, I wanted to stay inside that look forever.
"Say it," I demanded, my voice ragged, holding her chin so her eyes stayed locked on mine.
"Yes, Liam," she sobbed, her voice breaking. "Yours. Always yours."
That was all it took. We shattered together, her scream muffled against my lips as the world narrowed to heat and light and the pounding of our hearts. When it was over, I pulled her into my arms, her body trembling against mine, her skin damp and glowing.
We had fallen asleep exhausted, tangled in each other, but somewhere in the night I stirred to the press of soft kisses—her lips brushing my tattoos, my neck, my chest. The corner of my mouth tugged into a grin. My wife. Teasing me on our wedding night. She didn't know what she was summoning.
In one swift motion I rolled us over, pinning her wrists above her head—firm, unyielding, but never cruel. Her eyes widened, luminous with that intoxicating blend of anticipation and absolute trust. My voice dropped, low and warning against her ear. "Careful what you ask for."
She bit her lip, a blush rising as her smile held steady. "I know, I trust you," she whispered, steady as the stars.
That trust, her absolute surrender, set me on fire. She knew I could push, and she knew I would never break her. That's what made it beautiful. That's what made her mine. I kissed her again, harder, rougher this time, my teeth catching her bottom lip until she moaned. I released her wrists only to flip her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up until she gasped. "Good girl," I murmured against her ear as I pushed into her again. Her cry filled the room, but she pressed back eagerly, giving herself over to me completely.
Every movement was deliberate, controlled, drawing out her pleasure until she was trembling, pleading. "Liam—please—"
"Please what?" I demanded, slowing just enough to make her squirm. My hand slid over her hip, anchoring her in place. "Use your words, Celestia."
Her voice broke on a moan. "Please... don't stop. I need you. I need all of you."
That was all I needed. I drove into her with purpose, claiming her again, until the sound of her cries, her surrender, and the slap of our bodies filled the cabin like music. She clutched the sheets, gasping my name, but I never let her drift too far—I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her tight against me even as I pushed her over the edge. She wasn't just taken, she was held, grounded, safe in the storm I created for us.
When she shattered for the second time, screaming into the pillow, I followed her, spilling into her with a groan, pressing kisses down her spine until she collapsed into my arms. I rolled us back onto the bed, holding her close, stroking her damp hair as her breathing slowed.
She curled closer, her voice soft and full of awe. "I can't believe I found you... how lucky I am, how happy I am that we found each other."
I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You're not lucky, my love," I whispered, my voice low and certain. "The universe was patient, aligning stars, shifting galaxies, bending time itself until it led me to you. Every orbit, every comet, every scattered star—it all pointed here, to you."
Her eyes glistened, and she pressed her forehead to mine. "Then I'll follow your universe anywhere," she murmured.
"And I," I breathed, holding her like she was the only gravity that mattered, "will learn every star written in your heart. I love you, June, with every atom, every spark, every breath."
We didn't stop with just two. The night stretched on, unfolding like a galaxy, each moment a new constellation of pleasure and devotion. Kisses traced her skin like comets across the sky, warm and fleeting yet leaving trails I wanted to follow forever. My hands moved over her body like planets orbiting a sun, and she trembled under my touch, her gasps and moans echoing like the music of the spheres.
Dominance wasn't about power; it was devotion written in the stars, guiding her, holding her steady in the vast expanse of us. Each sigh, each shiver, was a meteor blazing through our universe, and she surrendered fully, like starlight spilling into the night. Her laughter, her soft murmurs, the shivers that ran through her, each became a star in the galaxy of our night, infinite and eternal.
I worshiped her as if tracing the surface of the moon itself, lips and hands mapping every curve, every crater, every hidden valley of sensation, until she glowed with a light that rivaled any star. I held her like a planet in my orbit, grounded yet free, while we spun together in our own private cosmos.
