Surrender To Me

Bane

FUCK, why was I so nervous? As I waited for my future wife to walk down the aisle, I did my best not to shove my hands in my pockets or thrust them through my hair. I was fucking wired, and that nervous energy was there for everyone to see.

“She’ll be here,” James said into my ear.

I turned to look at my brother-in-law. “I know. I just…” I didn’t know what. I was nervous, not because I didn’t think she’d come but because I wasn’t sure I could control myself long enough to get through the ceremony before I had to take her cunt. We slept apart last night, and it had nearly killed me. After being together every single day for a year, waking up beside her, having showers with her, fucking sinking in between her legs at every opportunity, being apart for that one night had seemed like a death sentence.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Turning around, I looked out at the ocean and breathed in deep. Our ceremony was small compared to most of the Hollywood elites. Neither of us wanted to fill it up with people we hardly spoke to. We weren’t even having a huge party afterward. Bianca had been granted access to the La Venta kitchen, and she was going to be cooking us some of our favorites. I couldn’t wait to sit down with my wife and my family to celebrate.

“Bianca just arrived,” James said, bouncing Valentine on his hip. My niece had grown so much in the past year. She looked a lot like James, but I could see my sister in her too. “Darcy’s here, too.”

I turned my head quickly to take a look. Bianca gave me a thumbs-up before she accepted Valentine onto her lap, and Darcy rested her hand on her expanding stomach and smiled. I nodded at her, and a pang of longing shot through me at seeing that new life inside her. I wanted Wren pregnant. I wanted to see her grow with the life I put in there, but I also understood if she wasn’t so quick to jump on the baby train with me.

The music started, a piece I didn’t recognize, and I turned around, my gaze firmly on the place where Wren would appear. I sucked in a breath when I saw her. She looked like an angel coming toward me, her cream gown making her tits and waist look fucking amazing. Baron was walking her down the aisle, her hand resting on top of his forearm as they made the slow walk toward me.

Everything seemed to disappear. I couldn’t see anything, hear anything, other than Wren and the sound of my heart thumping irregularly against my ribs. She was a vision. Baron gave her to me with a smile before taking his place beside his wife.

I leaned in and kissed my Little Bird. Fuck the traditions. Our friends and family laughed before the celebrant cleared her throat and broke us up. Wren blinked at me, then smiled.

I tuned out what the celebrant was saying. We’d opted for the traditional vows. Wren already knew how I felt about her, so she didn’t need me to say those words again in front of witnesses. The only people who mattered knew the depth of our love, and I would love the fuck out of her for as long as I drew breath.

Wren was looking at me expectedly, and I turned to the celebrant. She whispered, “This is your line.”

“Fuck. I do.”

I watched as Wren said her vows to me. We then exchanged rings, and I was kissing my wife. My fucking amazing, beautiful wife.

James clapped me on the back when Wren and I broke apart. “I never thought I’d see the day,” he said. “Congrats, man.”

“Thanks, brother.” Turning to Wren, I whispered, “I want to get you alone.”

She gave me a sexy smirk that meant she had the same idea. “Let’s allow the photographer to get his fill first, then we can sneak off.”

Thirty agonizing minutes later, the photos were done, and we were shuffling into the restaurant. I grabbed my wife’s hand and tugged her away from the table everyone else was going to sit at, leading her back out the doors and into the garden. It was dusk now, the colors from the setting sun gone, leaving us in a warm twilight.

I took Wren into a secluded spot and pressed her against a wall. My mouth was on hers a moment later, claiming her in the kind of kiss I wanted to give her after we said our vows. My hips flexed into hers. I wanted her to know how much I wanted her.

“This dress is fucking amazing, Little Bird,” I said, trailing kisses down her throat. “But it’s coming off as soon as we’re in our room tonight.”

“Yes,” she moaned, her hands going to the buckle on my slacks. She flicked open the button and lowered the zipper, springing my cock and wrapping her palm around it. We both sucked in a hiss at the contact.

“Fuck, I love you,” I growled into her ear, flexing my hips so I was fucking her palm.

“I love you, too.”

Something in her tone made me look at her. I placed a hand against her stomach. “I want a baby in here. Soon.”

She squeezed my cock, making my vision spotty for a moment. “I have something to tell you.” “Yeah?”

Holding my hand to her abdomen, she whispered, “You already put a baby in there.”

I stared at her, her smile telling me she wasn’t yanking my fucking chain. Glancing down at her stomach for a second, I looked back at her face, unable to form the words I knew I needed to say to her.

“You’re going to be a daddy.”

That’s when it hit me. Wren was carrying my child. I was going to be a father, and I was going to be the best damn father ever. I kissed her again, sweeping my tongue into her mouth. She pumped my cock, getting me harder while I swept her underwear out of the way and sank a finger into her wet cunt. We both groaned.

“Just fuck me already,” she whispered into my ear, biting down on the lobe. “Fuck me like you’re never going to let me go.”

“I’m never going to let you go, anyway.” But I did as my wife asked. I slid into her slick heat, her cunt welcoming me, squeezing the ever-loving fuck out of me. My thrusts were deep, just like our love was. She came a moment later, and if that’s what pregnancy did for my Wren, I was going to be giving her multiple upon multiple orgasms for the entire pregnancy. Then I was going to knock her up again.

She clamped down on my cock once more, the sensation, the feelings, the news that I was going to be a father funneling down into my black heart, making it expand with love. I came with a loud groan, burying my face in her neck. Her heart pounded against mine, our breaths mingling in the cool twilight air.

“I’m going to be a daddy,” I said.

“And I’m going be a mommy.”

I looked at her, brushing some hair from her face.

Fuck, I loved her.

“We’re going to be parents.”