The Elvis minister clearing his throat made them realize where they were and what they needed to do. Elvis had the weddings set up with twenty minutes in-between each ceremony and they were holding up the line of couples in the waiting room.
She pulled away from him, not even wanting to think about how her make-up looked.
He kissed her softly on the lips and pulled up. "Let's finish getting married so we can start the honeymoon."
"We're getting ahead of ourselves here," Elvis interrupted, "The kissing comes after the rings."
Katrina grinned. "Sorry."
Chapter 15
"I'm perfectly fine of walking Damon," Katrina protested as Damon swiped their room key into the reader and when the green light and beep signalled, opened the door.
"I know you could, but I'm not going to let you." Without waiting for another protest, Damon scooped her up into his arms. Katrina giggled and slipped her arms around his neck, holding tight to him
Despite the grace and ease that he picked her up she noticed him wince as he carried her over the threshold. Men, why can't they just admit when they need to be taken care of! While he never spoke of whether the incision still hurt, she noticed that from time to time, like when she'd nudged him before realizing he'd had an operation, he'd wince or flinch, so it was always at the back of her mind.
"Holy shit, this is amazing!" I seem to be saying that a lot lately, she mused with a grin as she excitedly looked around the room as Damon kicked the door closed with his heel and proceeded to carry her through the suite, heading for the bedroom.
The suite was mostly black and white and modern and chic in design, nicer than most peoples' condos back in Bangor. Hell, nicer than any of their condos even! It was the type of room you expect to see celebrities staying in. She wondered briefly if anyone famous had stayed in the room before them, but her ponderings were short-lived as Damon reached the massive King sized, four poster bed and placed her onto it.
He leaned over her, kissing her lightly. "So are you happy with how we went about this?"
"It was perfect." It couldn't have been more perfect in her mind. It was exactly how she'd envisioned it when they were younger. It was beautiful in all its cliché brilliance.
He straightened back up and undid his tie. "We can have the huge, extravagant wedding later on if you like."
Katrina huffed. "So we can invite a bunch of people were barely know or like? The only people I'd even be interested in coming was Farrah and my parents. And considering at the current moment my parents aren't exactly on great terms, it seems unnecessary." She crawled to her knees and poofed out the skirt of the dress then proceeded to remove her veil. "Besides, I have the stunning dress. Beautiful rings. And the most amazing man I've ever met or dreamed of meeting. I even have wedding photo key chains to celebrate the event. What more could a girl ask for?"
Shrugging off his tuxedo jacket Damon nodded, a grin spreading across his lips. "Good point. It is all about the dress... and the key chains."
He caressed her cheek, his expression becoming serious. "In all seriousness... Are you okay, Kat?"
Closing her eyes, she took a moment to savour the feel of his hand touching her so tenderly. "I'm okay. I had a little meltdown at the church, but I'm okay now. Chalk it up to wedding stress, that's all."
She opened her eyes, took his hand in hers and kissed it. "Now, no more sappy talk, otherwise I'll be spending our wedding night crying and not performing my wifely duties."
"Oh, yeah, we don't want to distract you from your duties. My apologies." He took a step back eyeing her intently, as he kicked off his shoes.
She felt a shiver run through her at the feral intensity of his gaze and the apex between her legs became instantly wet, beginning to saturate her white lace panties in anticipation of him. She swept her tongue along her lower lip as she motioned for him to come closer as she crawled to the edge of the bed.
He obliged, stepping up to the bed and peering down at her. Katrina undid both of his cuff links, and then reaching up, she began to undo the black pearl buttons on his white dress shirt. As the material parted she began to kiss her way down the exposed flesh.
Damon slipped a hand into her hair and stroked her long locks. The pull of her hair felt divine sending sweet shivers through her, intensifying the throbbing that was beginning between her legs.
"You're body is... It's amazing, Damon. Amazing." She reached the last button and pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his pants. Straightening back up, she slid her hands up his chest, and slipped the shirt from his shoulders. Damon remained still, his fingers slipping through her hair as she fingered the lines of his muscle in his chest and then his abdominals. Her eyes shifted to the scar at his side and she gently fingered it, not allowing herself to dwell on the reason behind it. She kissed his lean stomach and then glanced up at him, catching her lower lip between her teeth as their eyes locked.
Damon leaned down and ghosted his lips across hers. "Turn around honey."
Trying not to get caught up in her skirt she turned on the bed and pulled her hair to the side. Damon slowly tugged down the zipper on the back of her bodice. The fabric slowly fell away from her naked breasts. She lifted her arms over her head and he pulled the dress up and over her head. For a moment she was blinded by white satin as it moved up and over her body and then off, leaving her in only the jewellery set he'd bought her, garter, white nylons, lace panties and white strappy heels.
Damon's lips skirted her shoulder and he nipped at her neck, just below her earlobe. She sighed, letting her head fall back against his shoulder.
"Give me a minute. Don't move." He kissed her neck a second time and stepped back from her.
"Okay," she sighed. Behind her came the rustling of satin and lace as he presumably put away her gown. Her nipples began to tighten due to the combination of the coolness of the room and her increasing arousal. His footsteps came towards her, from behind and with each step the tension and need within her increased.
His arms snaked around her chest and he cupped her breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipples. Short jolts of pleasure and pain rushed through her as he teased her nipples. "I think you're getting ahead of me honey." His voice flowed through her like liquid fire, fuelling her desire.
"Good thing we have all night."
"Ummmm. We do." He fingered her diamond necklace, as he nuzzled the back of her neck. "I think we'll leave this on."
"Whatever you want." She reached up behind her and laced her fingers, behind his neck. Her back arched and breasts jutted forward as she leaned back against him, her head resting on his shoulder.