𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓:
Love in Store
(1986)

THE NIGHT BREEZE SWEPT GENTLY THROUGH HER LOOSE HAIR, carrying the briny scent of the sea and the faint fragrance of flowers blooming somewhere in the distance. Above her stretched a sky so vast and unblemished it felt like it belonged to another world—deep indigos and purples swirling into infinity, punctuated by brilliant white stars. Corazon leaned against the railing, her hands tracing the wood grain. Her thoughts drifted with the breeze, weightless and unmoored, as she wondered how small she was in the vastness of it all.

Corazon turned slightly, glancing over her shoulder toward the open doors of her bedroom, where soft white lights glowed warmly, casting gentle beams onto the polished wooden floor. Her gaze wandered to the framed photos on a low dresser near the bed. The familiar faces stared back at her: her parents smiling in a rare candid shot, siblings caught mid-laugh, and a younger version of herself, carefree and wide-eyed. The sight of them stirred something deep within—a quiet ache for the life she once knew and the people who remained tied to her heart. So close yet so far, yet the distance between them couldn't be resolved. She wished they were here to witness the most momentous day of her life.

Her eyes drifted toward the bed, draped over the soft linen, where a wedding dress lay. The fabric shimmered faintly under the bedroom lights, smooth and delicate, like moonlight captured in silk. For a moment, she stared at the dress, caught between the memories in the framed photos and the future it promised—a bridge between the life she left behind and whatever awaited her on her wedding day.

She let out a slow breath, the corners of her mouth curling into a thoughtful, private smile, and then turned her gaze back to the moon. Corazon always found herself staring at the moon. She doesn't know why, but maybe because in the last years of her human life, the moon had always accompanied her through her sorrows, and now, it's witnessing the new turning page of her life filled with joy and love.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the house's stillness, followed by the soft creak of the door swinging wide. "There you are!" Alice said, clasping her hands together as if she had just found a rare gem. "You didn't think you could hide out here all night, did you?" They were supposed to prepare in the living room for a bigger space for movement.

Corazon laughed softly, her quiet moment under the stars quickly fading as her family swirled into the room like a well-organized storm. Aika gave her a sly smile and immediately approached the bed, where the wedding dress lay waiting.

"This is going to be perfect," Aika murmured, carefully lifting the dress as if handling glass. "You'll look stunning."

Rosalie leaned against the doorway, her arms crossed, exuding cool confidence as she surveyed the room. "And we'll make sure of it," she added with a playful smirk.

Esme followed with her usual warmth. She gently brushed a lock of Corazon's hair from her face. "You've got nothing to worry about, sweetheart," she said softly. "We've got everything under control."

Corazon felt a sudden, overwhelming surge of emotions—joy, nervousness, and gratitude all at once. Her biological family might not be here to witness everything, but her family that's been with her through her pains, highs, and lows of immortality is here with her, and she feels content.

Alice, already halfway into the closet, began pulling out jewelry and shoes, "Let's start. We only have two hours! The others are checking for the finishing touches of the outside,"

She let them pull her gently into the moment, into this strange, beautiful dance of preparation. They worked fast, efficiently, and smoothly like they had prepared everything for this moment to come into place.

And when Alice urged Corazon to look in the mirror, her breath hitched. Corazon stood before the full-length mirror, the soft glow of the room's lanterns illuminating her reflection. She almost didn't recognize herself. Her long black hair, usually left free to flow in silky waves, had been swept into an elegant updo, pinned with delicate sampaguita blossoms. A few soft tendrils framed her face, catching the light like silk threads.

The gown hugged her perfectly, an exquisite blend of tradition and modern grace. Inspired by the timeless beauty of the filipiniana, it featured the signature butterfly sleeves—soft yet structured, rising gently at her shoulders. The bodice was fitted and adorned with intricate embroidery that shimmered faintly in the warm light. The fabric flowed down her form like a waterfall of ivory silk, trailing into a subtle, graceful train that seemed to glide with every shift of her body.

Corazon's hands brushed over the gown's delicate details, feeling both grounded and ethereal at once. The soft, earthy fragrance of sampaguita in her hair filled the room, grounding her at this moment. Her topaz eyes, framed by subtle makeup, gleamed with a mix of wonder, nerves, and quiet joy.

Then, there was a knock on the door. Esme opened the door and saw Carlisle, Emmett, and Edward, the three of them effortlessly looking handsome, wearing a traditional barong tagalog in light gray. They all stared at her in awe, and she suddenly felt flustered, "So, are you all going to stare or what?" Corazon wanted to do the first look with the men in her life who always stood beside her.

Emmett was the one who snapped out of their daze and made a beeline towards her as if a man on a mission with the biggest smile on his face, "Wow, you look absolutely wonderful, baby sis." He placed a soft peck on her cheek. Then he took another look at her and immediately fanned his face with his big hands. His face contorted as if he was crying, and Corazon looked at him strangely.

"I'm going to cry," Emmett says as he stands aside, letting Carlisle greet Corazon with his soft smile and admiration, like a father who saw his daughter in a new light.

"Suck it in. We haven't even started yet," Corazon lets out a laugh as Carlisle carefully gives her a hug.

"You look beautiful, Corazon," Carlisle placed a soft peck on her cheek. Then he gravitated towards Esme, wrapping his hand on the small of her back. Edward then approached her, giving her a grin. "You already know you look beautiful. Do I have to say it?"

"Well, it doesn't hurt to say it," Corazon teases, and Edward chuckles, "You look lovely,"

"Thank you," Corazon's smile grew bigger. After that, everyone was out of the room and into their designated places. Corazon waited for everyone to walk down the aisle.

The beach was a vision of enchanting beauty, transformed into a romantic haven for a wedding that felt like a dream. A wooden platform stretched gracefully over the soft, powdery sand, its surface polished to a warm glow. The air was filled with the faint sound of waves lapping against the shore. The fairy lights twinkled like tiny stars woven into the very fabric of the evening. Strung along the wooden platform and draped gracefully on the stands, they created a canopy of soft, shimmering light that enveloped the guests, that is elegantly dressed in shades of maroon and light gray traditional barong tagalong and baro't saya in a warm embrace.

At the edge of the platform, Charlotte, Rhona, and Kate scattered sampaguita flowers along the wooden platform, the delicate white petals creating a fragrant, ethereal carpet that glimmered in the moonlight.

She's the last one who will be walking down the aisle alone. She had thought about it for a long time; at first, she wanted Esme and Carlisle to be the ones who'd escort her. They were happy to do so but said she should think about it, and she did. Hence, she decided she'd do it alone with the thought of her parents, who already crossed the afterlife to accompany her with their spiritual presence. Carlisle will be the one officiating their wedding.

The first notes of music floated through the air as Edward's fingers glided gracefully over the ivory keys, producing a melodic cascade that resonated with emotion. Corazon took a deep breath; her undead heart felt like it was pounding with excitement and bittersweet longing. The flickering lights danced in rhythm with the night. The sound of soft music mingled with the rustling leaves and the gentle crash of the waves.

Corazon stood at the edge of the wooden platform. Her eyes sparkling with joy as she held a delicate glass flower bouquet. Each rose petal is crafted with exquisite detail almost life-like, the petals shimmering in shades of blush, ivory, and soft lavender. The warm glow of the fairy lights created a dreamlike atmosphere, but the sight of Jasper Hale stole her breath away. Jasper stood with an air of quiet confidence. He was dressed in a traditional barong tagalog, its soft ivory fabric flowing elegantly over his frame, embroidered with intricate patterns that shimmered subtly in the lantern light. The shirt was perfectly tailored, accentuating his strong shoulders and lean physique.

The moment their eyes met, time seemed to pause. She felt an undeniable connection as if the universe had conspired to bring them together at this very moment. A hush fell over the gathering as Corazon took her first step down the aisle.

All Jasper could think about was how Corazon could effortlessly capture his gaze at every moment. She radiated an otherworldly beauty in her ivory wedding gown, adorned with sampaguita flowers in her hair. The way the fabric draped around her silhouette highlighted her grace, and the soft glow of the fairy lights created a halo effect that seemed to shimmer around her.

As their eyes locked, a soft smile spread across her lips, and Jasper felt a warmth wash over him—a sense of belonging he had always felt whenever he was with her. The world around them faded into a blur; all that mattered was this moment, this connection.

Finally, Corazon reached the altar, handing the glass bouquet of roses to Alice. She stood before Jasper, taking in the depth of his gaze. It was as if the rest of the world had vanished, leaving just the two of them suspended in time.

As the ceremony unfolded beneath the enchanting glow of fairy lights and the watchful gaze of the moon. They reached the pivotal moment, Carlisle's voice softened, inviting them to share their vows.

Corazon and Jasper stood side by side, their fingers entwined, the warmth of their connection grounding them amidst the emotion swirling around them. Jasper's gaze deepened, filled with sincerity as he turned to Corazon. The world around them faded again, leaving only the two in their sacred space.

"Corazon," he began, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. "When I met you. It feels unreal that it made me feel like I've met you before or as if I've been searching for you my whole life. My life changed in ways I could never have imagined. You've shown me the beauty of love, the strength of family, and the joy of simply being together."

Jasper does not believe that he is not hard to love. If he had asked it back then, he would have agreed wholeheartedly, but when Corazon opens the doors of his heart, he realizes that he is not hard to love because she makes it so easy.

"For the first time, I felt like I'm worthy, worthy of something. And it was because of you. I never longed for someone's embrace as much as I longed for yours. What I know is that you own my heart. I am your devoted worshiper, and if you let me, I will worship you for the rest of our eternity because I know my existence on this earth is centered around you. I belong to you completely and wholly. I am yours, and you are mine."

His words hung in the air, a tangible promise that resonated deeply within her. "You are my heart, Corazon. My life is not worth living if you're not here." Then he grinned teasingly, "I always believe in the saying, happy wife, happy immortal life, even if that means riding an electric bull with a cowboy hat to make you happy; I would." It earned chuckles and snickers in the crowd. Corazon playfully rolled her eyes.

"I'd do anything and everything for you. I'll walk the ends of the earth with you if it means being by your side." Corazon felt venom tears welling in her eyes, but they were tears of joy, shimmering with the light of all the love she had for him.

When it was her turn, she took a deep breath, steadying herself as she looked into his captivating topaz eyes. "Jasper," she began, her voice steady yet tinged with emotion. "You have brought light into my life in ways I never thought possible. Your kindness, strength, and unwavering support inspire me every day. Your patience and understanding of my past...We can't change the past. We did what we did because we were doing what we could with what we had—to protect and preserve ourselves from a tough situation." The Red House, the Southern Vampire Wars.

"But what we have and do now is all we can do because we learned from what happened in the past. The choices presented to us now can determine what we'll have in the future. When we first met, I wasn't looking for love. I was running away from it. But you were so gentle, so kind, and understanding. You held me so tenderly and full of security that I hadn't felt before. I know for certain that I choose you, Jasper, and I'll always choose you because I know we deserve this after everything we've been through. I want you to be by my side now and in my eternity."

With their vows exchanged, Carlisle smiled warmly at the couple. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

In that instant, the world erupted into joyous cheers and applause, but for Corazon and Jasper, there was only the sweet, intoxicating feeling of their lips meeting, sealing their vows with a kiss that promised forever.

They broke the kiss and faced the crowd, fingers intertwined. Then Corazon's eyes drifted towards the empty seats at the front, which made her breath hitch. Framed photos of each of her family members occupying each empty seat. She looked at Jasper again as he placed a kiss on top of her head that made her close her eyes in delight.

She has everything she has prayed for.

•| ⊱✿⊰ |•

"WHY DON'T YOU JOIN US?"

Corazon asks Crisanto, leaning on the metal railing of the yacht; he was obviously deep in thought before Corazon decided to disturb his solitude. They were on the other end of the yacht, a bit away from the loud festivities of the wedding after-party celebrations.

Corazon had just changed into a strikingly simple yet impossibly stylish look—a dirty white mini dress crafted from matte satin that shimmered under the soft lights. The halter style perfectly framed her shoulders. Her updo was now loosened, and her black hair fell in gentle waves around her shoulders, with a single sampaguita flower tucked behind her ear. A pair of simple pearl earrings added a classic touch, and she wore open-toe kitten heels in matching white.

"Being here after almost being away for a century surely makes a man silent," He sighs as he looks over his shoulder, then looks back at the sight before him. Corazon then joined his side. Corazon leaned against the yacht's railing, the gentle sea breeze playing with the waves of her dark hair as she followed his line of sight. Crisanto's gaze was fixed on the faint outline of the mainland, far across the water, his expression thoughtful and heavy with longing.

"So close, yet it feels so far. It feels familiar and unknown at the same time." Crisanto's head hung low as he clasped his hand over the railing, "I miss my wife, I miss my family, long they passed, but it aches," Corazon felt for him because it's what exactly what she's been feeling the minute she step foot on the island, it's like a surge of memories bombarded her mind.

"Have you ever thought about it? Finding someone, a companion?" She asks curiously. Cristanto shook his head instantly; he then fixed his position and straightened his posture, shifting to the side and facing her. Corazon could see the agony in his eyes, and she regretted asking.

"I believe in one's lifetime, we only truly find one true love. I found mine when I was human. I am not so selfish to ask for another—it is too much to ask. I found my happiness, and when I did, I clung to her; isn't that what we do? We clung to every bit of happiness given to us and savored it every waking moment. I had experienced it. I was blessed to feel it, even for a short time. It is greedy to ask for more." Crisanto tells her with a painful smile as he reminisces about his memory with his wife. After being exiled from the Philippines, he sacrificed to make his wife stay. His wife loved her family, and he loved her even more. It hurt, but he could not take her away from them. She wanted him to, but he could not bear the thought of her being in pain.

"Immortality is heavy to bear alone, Crisanto," Corazon whispers as if feeling his own pain. She felt the ache in his chest.

"I am well too familiar with it." Crisanto patted her hand as he looked back on the main island. "I have tried to move on, but it felt wrong. I am still committed to my wife even if she no longer breathes. I had thought of joining her when I read of her death, but I became a vampire for a reason. My purpose on this earth is not done yet." Crisanto releases a heavy sigh once again.

"Please, do not let my bearings take you away from the happiest day of your life," Crisanto offered his arm as Corazon wrapped her hands in his, "You did no such thing. I am happy that you are here and for your generosity in lending us your spare home for a while,"

"It hasn't been used for a century; Silvano has been pestering me to stay even for just a day," Silvano is the Filipino vampire housekeeper that Crisanto offered a job to take care of the house when Corazon and Jasper remain for their three-week stay for their honeymoon, Silvano will return to the mainland to give the newlywed couple privacy, he was more than happy that someone will be occupying the empty house.

When they approached the bustling part of the yacht, Crisanto hesitated; he gave Corazon an apologetic look, "My apologies, Corazon, but I would like to retire early; you must join them." Crisanto urges, and Corazon understands him; she hugs him, and they part ways. Corazon then saw Gregory refilling his champagne glass with blood, human blood. Zane, in his own strategic ways with the mind of a true businessman, had made a deal with a witch to cast a spell on this yacht so the vampires who had only had the opportunity to be acquitted today feel no animosity with each other. After all, this yacht is a rental to other vampires as well.

"Gregory!" She exclaimed with delight as she approached him. "There you are!"

"Cora, and what do I owe the pleasure of being sought by the woman of the hour?" Gregory asks cheekily as he takes a sip of blood.

"You will very much thank me for this. I'd like to introduce you to someone,"

"Oh?" Gregory only managed to say Corazon wrapped her arms on her arm and dragged him towards where a certain strawberry-blonde-haired vampire sat alone with a joyful expression as she watched her sisters sing on stage, clearly intoxicated.

Gregory pinched her side, and Corazon recoiled as she gave him an incredulous look, "Don't even think about it. I made a fool of myself earlier when I tried to converse with her." His steps halted, and so did Corazon's as he held her arm; he stilled in place.

"Oh?" It was Corazon's turn to use the expression; she looked at him curiously and mischievously. Then Gregory turned them around as he whispered, "I have never in my whole life stuttered in front of a woman, and I am embarrassed beyond compare—humiliated. Don't make it any more worse than it already is,"

Corazon hummed, "Tanya is nice; she won't laugh at your stuttering. I'm sure she's flattered by it," She encouraged, then looked to her side with a grin, "I'm sure Jasper could attest to that. Isn't that right, mahal?" She beckons her hand toward his direction, and Jasper grins as he confidently approaches them with a knowing look.

"I'm sure," Jasper assures, "In fact, Tanya is looking our way right now, expectantly," With that, Gregory whipped his head towards Tanya, who was indeed looking at them with interest. She earnestly smiled at Gregory and focused her gaze again towards her sisters, who were enjoying themselves and were now joined by Garrett.

"Alright, alright," Gregory waved his head in the air in surrender as he cleared his throat. "Do accompany me,"

"The pleasure is ours," Corazon tells Gregory while she sneakily winked at Jasper—his grin only grew bigger.

They made their way towards Tanya's table, and Corazon hugged her. Tanya stood up from her seat to greet them, her hands clasped to her back. "Tanya, I'm sure you've already met our good friend, Gregory Fuentes," Then Corazon nudged Gregory's back, which made him stumble forward. He gave Corazon a glare while he fixed his posture.

"Yes, I did. I was eager to continue our conversation from earlier," Tanya batted her eyelashes to Gregory, which made Gregory flustered. Corazon had never seen him that way; it almost made her laugh.

"Wonderful! We'll leave you two then!" Corazon happily exclaims as she whisks Jasper away and into the dancefloor.

Jasper then placed a hand on the small of her back as they followed the tune of the music and swayed their bodies together in sync. "Matchmaking? Is that your new hobby, my heart?"

"Only once in a while. I can be hired for services; call me Cupid," Corazon jokes as she wraps her arms around his neck, bodies pressed together as if they were inseparable.

"Well, cupid, I think I won't be hiring your services any time soon." Jasper spun her around, and Corazon's laughter rang out, light and melodic, blending effortlessly with the breeze sweeping across the ocean. Her eyes sparkled with warmth, and when she faced him again, he continued,

"I have found my match, and she's right in front of me,"

"What a dashing flirt you are, Mr. Whitlock."

"Always only for you, Mrs. Whitlock."

•| ⊱✿⊰ |•

JASPER AND CORAZON STOOD SIDE BY SIDE at the shore's edge, watching the yacht grow smaller as it glided toward the horizon. The sun was beginning to set, casting warm hues of gold and pink across the water, a final gift of light before night embraced the island. Corazon lifted her hand in a gentle wave as they watched the yacht carry their family and friends back toward Alaska.

Corazon glanced up at him, feeling a quiet thrill at the realization that this island, this paradise, was now theirs alone. The warmth of the setting sun wrapped around them, a soft translucent glow on their skin as the gentle light caressed them. Corazon leaned into Jasper, and he tightened his hold on her.

Without warning, Jasper scooped Corazon into his arms, lifting her effortlessly as she squealed, a burst of laughter spilling from her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes wide with surprise, then softened with delight as she looked up at him, feeling the warmth of his gaze.

"Jasper!" she laughed. He grinned down at her, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

"I couldn't resist," he murmured, his tone playful. "I just wanted to keep you close."

"And you will, for the rest of our eternity,"

"I like the sound of that," Jasper carried Corazon up the sandy path toward their temporary home by the shore. Their house stood just ahead, bathed in the fading light, its windows open to welcome the cool morning breeze. They neared the door, and inside, the space was calm and welcoming. A typical Filipino house with acacia wood furniture exudes a warm, rustic charm. Stepping inside, the house feels airy and welcoming, with large windows designed to capture the breeze, letting light spill across the pieces of furniture.

Jasper gently set her down, his hands lingering at her waist. Then Corazon made her way towards the living room, hands intertwined with Jasper's. "Before anything else, gifts first." She handed him a small black box wrapped with a thin ribbon. He gave her an intriguing look as he pulled the ribbon, opened the box, and saw contact lenses.

"I've been working on those for decades. It's the research I've told you about. It can hide our true eye color, no matter the blood diet." Jasper looked back down to his hands where he held the container of the contact lenses, still clueless, "I've been thinking about your gift,"

That piqued Jasper's curiosity even more. He hums, wanting her to continue.

"Lottie told me that you've been having difficulty with grasping your gift because of our animal blood diet, and it gave me the idea that if you want to, together, we can switch our diet to human blood," Corazon tells him, and Jasper looks at her in surprise.

"You don't have to do that for me," Jasper mutters. Corazon placed a hand on his cheek, thumb caressing his jaw, "I'll do anything for you, and I want to do this. My gift as well hasn't been the same since I changed my diet," Corazon noticed the change; her pain illusion wasn't as excruciatingly painful as before; she witnessed it to those unfortunate souls who came across it; her control of the mind needs the utmost focus before it can be done.

"I know you've been hesitant because of the color of our eyes; I tested it with Garrett, and it lasted five hours before the venom dissolved it. We'll only use two pairs a day if needed. Carlisle and I already made plenty of spares for the whole family—" Corazon rambled on, but all Jasper could focus on was her; Jasper didn't know what he did in his past life to deserve such a wonderful being that was Corazon, but god, couldn't he any more be grateful.

Jasper gently grabbed Corazon's chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. In an instant, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a sudden, unexpected kiss. It was a blend of passion and sweetness. This spark ignited in that quiet moment, filling the air between them with an electric intensity.

Corazon's eyes widened in surprise, but the warmth of his kiss quickly melted any shock away. She felt her undead heart flutter as she melted into him, responding to the tenderness and urgency of his embrace.

Jasper pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers, both of them breathless. "I love you,"

Corazon smiles and hums, "If I recall a quote, I love you to the point of invention." Jasper reluctantly lets go of her, but his eyes remain on her; he says, "Wait here," She nods, and he is gone as fast as the breeze of the wind. Corazon decided to sit on the plush sofa as she waited. Within a minute, Jasper appeared before her, sitting beside her and placing a big gift on her lap.

Corazon smiles excitedly as she looks at him eagerly, "Go, open it," Jasper kisses her bare shoulder. So she did, unwrapping it hastily, which made Jasper chuckle. Her eyes widened in shock as she recognized the familiar scribbled scriptures.

"How—" Corazon looked at Jasper as her mouth opened and closed, speechless. "How is it even possible that you had found this?" Her fingertips gently glided on the cover.

Baybayin.

"From Likas, I had asked him in one of our meetings. He had a copy, but the print was faded, so we exchanged letters. He taught me how to read and write it. Then I wrote that," His eyes went towards the book.

"You wrote this?" Corazon asks again in surprise, it feels like her undead heart wants to beat out of her chest. Jasper nods, "An introduction to learning Baybayin with some facts and from what I researched with the help of Likas. Just for you,"

Corazon placed the book on the coffee table, faced him, and launched herself towards Jasper, giving him an engulfing hug. "Oh, Jas. Thank you. You don't know how much this means to me,"

"I do know how much it means to you," Jasper tells her tone, almost cocky, but she lets him, he deserves it. Corazon pulled back slightly to face him. She smiles, and he smiles, too. And all Corazon could think about was the love she harbored for him, and Jasper could feel it, too.

At this very moment, Corazon craved his touch and his hand on her waist burnt warmth. Jasper brushed his knuckles along her jawline, then slowly to the curve of her neck, followed to her shoulder and onto her back. She was settled on his lap; they looked at each other, and within a second, they were in the bedroom. Hands worked smoothly and quickly as Jasper unzipped her dress, which pooled down on her feet, leaving her in a pair of red see-through lingerie complimented by well-defined curves.

Jasper couldn't take his eyes away from her. No one could. He leaned in, leaving gentle kisses on her neck, her shoulder, and the valley of her breasts as he guided her onto the bed. Corazon began to unbuckle his belt. Jasper took off his shirt. The subtle play of muscles beneath his skin accentuated his chiseled chest, defined and firm. Both are consumed with lust, passion, and love. Jasper has been patient with her with being intimate for decades, knowing her past. But Corazon is ready to share her vulnerability with him. She needs him as much as he needs her.

"Corazon," His voice was dark and heavy.

"I want you to look at me," Corazon didn't even notice that her eyes were shut closed in delight.

"Are you sure?" His fingers hooked underneath her panties.

"Yes," She breathlessly answered.

His pants are now discarded, and his golden blonde hair is disheveled. Jasper looked utterly delectable. Then the world around her spun, and she was on top of him as his back leaned on the headboard.

Jasper's hands held her thighs. He leaned forward once again, looking up at her with hooded eyes. He looks pretty when he looks at her with pure desperation and restraint. He placed his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her towards him. He nipped on her bottom lip as their lips brushed, which fueled her even more.

"Then take want you want, wife,"

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

━━ This is the dress and hairstyle I pictured while writing it. No veil unfortunately I couldn't find one with a veil.