Episode 19

"With regards to that, we have something to say," my parents announced.

My grandfather and I whirled around to face them, a mixture of shock and confusion washed over us because of their unexpected interjection.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

My mother rummaged through her handbag, producing a DVD, and presented it to us. Instant recognition flashed through my mind as I identified it as the recording of my wedding; I could still vividly recall the day I had stumbled upon it in my study and decided to watch it for the first time.

Three months post-wedding

In the sanctuary of my study busying myself with work, shuffling papers on my desk, an unforeseen moment saw me opening a drawer to find that video. I let out a deep sigh—Vladimir had been unrelenting, insisting I watch it.

Assuming he left it there and tired of his nagging, I picked up the disc to later slide it into the computer I was working at.

"I can't believe what I'm about to do," I muttered staring at the computer screen.

The footage started to play, and my disbelief took hold. The screen showcased someone filming as they focused on that gorgeous woman I met at the hotel.

Watching her walk, my heart pounded fiercely with each step she took that was captured on the screen.

"I feel like a teenager," I whispered to myself, noting the intense thudding in my chest.

My gaze returned to the display—now the camera turned to me, and looking at my expression, it was unmistakable—I was smitten.

When she reached my side, the camera captured her entrancing beauty, just as Vladimir had described, and as I faintly remembered. But even then, I struggled to accept the reality that this enthralling woman was now my wife.

I observed our marriage unfold on screen—the signing of the certificate, the blood oath ceremony; I witnessed again how we both cut our ring fingers, placed the wedding bands on, then pressed the wounds together, intertwining our arms before bringing our fingers to our mouths to seal our covenant. Seconds later, our lips met, finalizing our union.

As the video concluded, a piercing headache struck me, pain coursing through my head. I clasped my forehead and as my eyes closed, I saw her—my wife's face emerged.

"Gianna," I whispered, recalling the name from the marriage document.

Memory

I saw her, all smiles, as we climbed into my car after the ceremony. We celebrated our nuptials with booming music, driving through the city until we retreated to the hotel where I was staying.

Once at the hotel, we entered the lift, and as the doors closed, I wrapped my arm around her waist and pinned her against the wall, our lips crashing together in fervent passion—her lips as addictive as I had dreamt since first meeting her in the bar and tasting them at our wedding.

We stayed locked in this embrace until the elevator doors slid open, signaling our arrival at my floor. Stepping out, we moved towards the room.

Upon opening the door and crossing the threshold, she pushed me against it, kissing me intensely while she wound one hand around my neck and the other in my hair. In response, I hugged her close to me, turning her against the door to caress her fervently over her clothes. I stepped back for a brief moment to gaze upon her.

"You drive me absolutely insane," I murmured, and she smiled back at me.

"And you do the same," she replied sultrily.

Our eyes met, her desire and lust palpable. I lowered my gaze to her lips, a raging wish to claim them again consuming me. I lifted her chin and captured her lips once more.

"Just two kisses in and I'm already addicted to you," I breathed against her mouth.

We stumbled around the room, never parting, before reaching the bed where I ceased to kiss her, removed her dress tenderly, and gently eased her down, positioning myself above her with care.

I took a moment to admire her stunning figure, touching every inch of skin, her moans echoing at my touch. I kissed down her neck and shoulders before looking back at her—she appeared even more radiant than any woman I'd been with before. Adorning a white lace ensemble, she looked irresistible, lying on my bed, setting ablaze my primal urges. I caressed her once more, the softness of her skin beckoning me to continue. With every caress, I left a pair of kisses, my whole being yearning to possess and claim her as my own.

"I desire you so much I can hardly bear it," I confessed as I drew close to her ear.

Our lips mingled and as I attempted to pull away, she seized my tie, still fastened, and pulled. Suddenly, she was before me, our breaths mingling. This proximity eroded what little restraint I had left.

"What are you waiting for? Don't stop," she murmured, her voice oozing with arousal.

Before I could respond, she assaulted me with kisses, tearing my shirt open and feeling her way across my chest. Her hands journeying over my torso aroused me further, and in a swift motion, she pulled me onto the bed atop her.

"Now it's my turn," she declared with a grin.

She kissed down my lips, my neck, my chest, then playfully unbuttoned my trousers, leaving me exposed. She enveloped me with her mouth, setting a tantalizing rhythm, pleasure surging until I reached my peak.

I lifted her by the waist back onto the bed, trailing my hands over her naked frame, removing her brassiere to reveal her breasts—so soft and inviting. One found its way into my mouth as I heard her gasp, and I tenderly massaged the other, savoring each sound she made.

Positioning myself between her legs while Gianna looked on with rapturous eyes, caressing my chest, I hoisted one of her legs and peppered it with kisses leading to her femininity. I gently removed her last garment and started a slow tease with my fingers.

Her moans filled the air, and arousal stiffened me further, my body urging me to be inside her. I continued pleasuring her, her cries of ecstasy increasing in pitch until she climaxed. I then entered her slowly, mindful of her pain, and kissed her lips, allowing her to focus on sensation rather than discomfort. With her, I instinctively knew to be gentle and loving.

"From today, you are my beloved wife; I will never leave your side," I whispered softly after the kiss.

I initiated a slow rhythm; her moans of pleasure told me she was growing accustomed to me, begging for more. I began with gentle thrusts then steadily quickened my pace, her bites and marks on my neck signaling her desire, seemingly not her first time.

Her nails dug into my back, but rather than pain, they elicited sheer arousal. Gripping her waist, I deepened my thrusts, fingers imprinting on her skin.

With each drive, I felt a touch of heaven, no woman had brought such elation as Gianna did.

Soon, I flipped her over and continued my fervent pace, her moans and pleas for me to not stop filling the room. Minutes passed, and my movements became faster and wilder until both peaked in unison.

Exhausted and breathless, yet still not satisfied, we spent the night indulging in one another's body, making love until exhaustion overcame us. I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes.

"You are the woman of my life," I murmured with a smile, surrendering to sleep.

End of Memory

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