Ryan wasted no time.
The very next morning after the proposal, he had already made arrangements for Chloe to visit an exclusive bridal boutique. Only the finest designers in the city worked there, and he made sure the store was closed to other customers and today, it was just for her.
When they arrived, the staff greeted them warmly and began showing Chloe a selection of dresses. She was still adjusting to the whirlwind of events—just hours ago, Ryan had proposed, and now they were preparing for their wedding. It felt almost surreal.
"This one," the consultant suggested, holding up a mermaid-style wedding gown with delicate lace and subtle beading that shimmered under the boutique's soft lights. "It would be perfect for your figure."
Chloe hesitated. She had never worn something so glamorous in her life. But seeing Ryan's encouraging smile, she decided to try.
Inside the fitting room, she slipped into the gown. The fabric hugged her curves perfectly, flaring out gracefully at her knees. The off-shoulder neckline framed her collarbones beautifully, while the intricate lacework gave the gown a timeless elegance.
When she stepped out, the quiet murmur of the staff stopped instantly.
Ryan's breath caught in his throat. His usual composed demeanor faltered, replaced by awe.
"Wow…" he muttered under his breath, unable to look away.
Chloe blushed deeply. "Do I… look okay?" she asked shyly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
Ryan took a step closer, his gaze never leaving her. "You look like a queen," he whispered, and before she could react, he leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Absolutely beautiful."
Her heart fluttered. She smiled shyly, then stood on her tiptoes to kiss his lips softly.
The staff, sensing the intimacy of the moment, quietly stepped back to give the couple privacy.
Chloe turned toward the mirror. For the first time, she didn't see an ordinary woman from the fashion department. She saw a bride. His bride.
"I never imagined I could be this happy," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with emotion.
Ryan came up behind her, his hands resting gently on her waist, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. "Get used to it," he said softly. "Because I plan to make you happy every day."
Her reflection smiled back at him.
******
After their wedding ceremony, the door of the honeymoon suite clicked shut behind them, sealing away the world. The air was warm, perfumed with roses, golden light casting a soft glow over the scattered petals on the bed. Chloe barely had time to take it all in before Ryan turned her toward him, his hands framing her face as he kissed her deeply and possessively, and full of the love they'd just vowed to each other.
"I love you, Chloe," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with emotion.
Her pulse fluttered wildly. "I love you too," she whispered back, her fingers gripping the front of his tuxedo jacket.
For a long moment, they simply held each other, foreheads pressed together, hearts beating in perfect sync. Then reality crept in, the weight of her elaborate updo, the stubborn waterproof mascara, the layers of lace and silk still cinched around her waist.
"Hold on—" She pulled back slightly, breathless. "I need to remove my makeup and undo my hair. I'll shower first."
Ryan's lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. "Let's shower together," he teased, fingers tracing the delicate pearl buttons at the back of her dress.
"No way!" Chloe's cheeks burned as she swatted his hand away, though her stomach swooped at the thought. "Absolutely not."
Before he could protest, she ducked into the bathroom, shutting the door with a decisive click.
Twenty minutes later, she emerged, steam curling behind her. Her skin was flushed from the heat, her face scrubbed clean of makeup, her damp hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. The plush white robe she wore clung to her curves, the belt cinched snugly at her waist.
Ryan, who had been lounging on the bed, sat up instantly, his gaze darkening as it swept over her.
"Your turn," she said, biting back a smile at the way his throat bobbed when she gestured toward the bathroom.
He didn't need to be told twice. He returned far sooner than she expected, his robe hanging open just enough to reveal the hard planes of his chest. Water droplets still glistened on his skin, his hair tousled from a quick towel-dry.
"That was fast," Chloe teased, though her voice hitched when he stepped closer.
Ryan wrapped his arms around her from behind, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Well," he murmured, "we'll be sweating again anyway."
"Such a flirt," she muttered, but her breath caught when his hands slid beneath the robe, skimming over her hips.
In one swift motion, he lifted her into his arms, her startled laugh melting into a gasp as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down with aching tenderness, then hovered above her, his eyes drinking her in like she was something sacred.
"Only to you," he whispered, fingers tracing the line of her collarbone before slowly, deliberately, untying her robe.
The fabric fell open, and his breath stuttered. For a moment, he just admired and his touch was featherlight as it followed the curves.
Chloe reached for him then, her fingers trembling as she untied his robe and pushed it from his shoulders. The second their bare skin met, a shudder ran through them both.
"You're not getting any sleep tonight," he whispered in her ears and he leaned down to kiss her deeply. Chloe cupped his face, returning his kiss with growing warmth and passion.
Ryan's hands roamed over her body from skimming the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, then finally cupping the weight of her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, already peaked and sensitive, and Chloe gasped into his mouth as pleasure shot through her.
"Ryan—" His name was a breathless plea as she arched into his touch.
He grinned against her lips, shifting to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat. "Tell me what you want," he murmured, his teeth grazing the delicate skin of her collarbone.
Chloe tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging lightly. "You. Everywhere."
His mouth moved lower, worshipping her body with slow, deliberate strokes—first the slope of one breast, then the other, his tongue swirling around each peak until she was writhing beneath him.
"So responsive," he murmured, his hands sliding down to grip her thighs, spreading them wider. "Always so perfect for me."
Chloe whimpered as his fingers traced the inside of her thighs, teasing but not yet giving her what she craved. When he finally dipped between her folds, she nearly sobbed in relief.
"God, you're already so wet," Ryan groaned, circling her clit with maddening slowness. "All for me?"
"Yes—" Her hips jerked, seeking more friction, but he held her steady, dragging out the torment.
Then, without warning, he replaced his fingers with his mouth.
Chloe cried out as his tongue laved over her, hot and relentless. He worked her with slow, deep strokes, his hands gripping her hips to keep her from bucking away. When he sucked her clit between his lips, her vision whited out for a second, her back arching off the bed.
"Ryan, I—I can't—"
He pulled back just before she tipped over the edge, leaving her trembling and desperate.
"Not yet," he said, voice rough. "I want to feel you come around me."
Ryan kissed his way back up her body, his hardness pressing against her thigh. Chloe reached between them, wrapping her fingers around him, stroking slowly. His breath hitched, his hips jerking into her touch.
"Damn, Chloe—"
She guided him to her entrance, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pushed inside in one smooth, deep thrust.
They both groaned at the sensation of the tightness, the wet heat of her and the way her body stretched to accommodate him. Ryan stilled, forehead pressed to hers, letting them both adjust.
"You feel… unbelievable," he gritted out.
Chloe clenched around him experimentally, drawing a ragged curse from his lips. "Move," she whispered.
And he did.
His thrusts started slow, deep, each one dragging against her sweet spot until she was gasping, her nails digging into his shoulders. He captured her moans with his mouth, swallowing every sound as their bodies moved together.
"Look at me," Ryan demanded, his voice raw.
Chloe forced her eyes open, meeting his darkened gaze. The love, the hunger in them sent another wave of heat through her.
"I love you," he panted, his pace quickening. "So damn much."
She could feel her climax building again, tighter and brighter than before. "I'm close—"
Ryan slid a hand between them, his thumb pressing circles against her clit, and that was all it took.
Chloe shattered, her body clamping around him as pleasure ripped through her. Ryan followed with a groan, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside her, his forehead dropping to her shoulder.
They barely had time to catch their breath before Ryan was rolling her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up until she was on her knees.
"Again," he growled, his hands gripping her waist.
Chloe gasped as he entered her from behind, the angle even deeper this time. Every thrust sent sparks shooting through her, her fingers twisting in the sheets.
Ryan leaned over her, one hand sliding around to tease her clit again. "You take me so well," he rasped in her ear. "So damn perfect."
Chloe could only moan in response, her body already coiling toward another release.
When they were both breathless and slick with sweat, Ryan pulled her on top of him, his hands guiding her hips as she sank down onto him.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice wrecked. "Use me. Take what you need."
Chloe rolled her hips experimentally, gasping at the new burst of pleasure. Ryan's hands roamed over her body. He cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples and slid down to where they were joined.
She rode him with increasing urgency, her muscles tightening as her climax built again.Ryan sat up, capturing one nipple in his mouth as his fingers found her clit.
"Come for me," he ordered.
And she did, falling apart with a cry, her body milking him until he followed with a groan, his arms locking around her as he spilled inside her again.
Later, when they were both boneless and sated, Ryan pulled her against his chest, pressing a kiss to her sweat damp hair.
"Best. Wedding. Ever," Chloe mumbled, already half-asleep.
Ryan chuckled, his arms tightening around her. "We're just getting started, Mrs. Sinclair."
And as the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, they drifted off, tangled together in a mess of limbs and love.
The End.