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At least I hoped it was.

Chapter Two

Abby

When I woke the morning of my wedding, the sun wasn’t out yet, so I stretched, enjoying what would probably be the last quiet moment of the day. My eyes fell on my engagement ring and it hit me: I was getting married today. To Nathaniel. My dominant. By the day’s end, I’d be his completely. I was so ready.

I took my time and leisurely climbed out of bed, slipping into my robe and padding over to the window. Light flurries were still falling, swirling in the streetlight. I sighed with happiness, watching as they floated this way then that.

My cell phone rang and I scurried to the nightstand, smiling when I saw who was calling.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning,” Nathaniel said. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No.” I made my way back over to the window. “Just watching the snow fall.”

“It stopped here an hour ago.”

I looked at the alarm clock. “An hour ago was five fifteen. Weren’t you able to sleep?”

“Not without you.”

I didn’t sleep too well without him, either, but instead of saying so, I decided to tease him. “I hope that doesn’t mean you’ll have to go to bed early tonight.”

His voice changed, growing low and gruff. “I’m going to bed exceptionally early tonight.”

“You are?”

“Oh yes, and you are too. And I’m keeping you in bed for an inordinate amount of time.”

Waves of yearning swept through my belly. “How do you plan on doing that?”

“Because I’m bigger and stronger than you and you’re going to be under me, with me claiming my bride in every way possible.”

I groaned just thinking about it.

“By the time I’m finished, you’ll be so thoroughly fucked, you won’t be able to leave the bed for days.”

I slipped a hand between my legs and circled my clit through the material of my gown. It had been too long. One month too long. “Mmmm.”

“I’ll let you sleep for a few hours then and when you wake up, I’ll take you again, but I’ll be slow and gentle.”

I closed my eyes, imagining it. Nathaniel and I. Cool crisp sheets. A fireplace with a blazing fire. My finger circled faster. It’d been so long.

“Abigail?”

My eyes snapped open and my fingers stopped. “Yes.”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention. What are you doing? You aren’t touching yourself are you?”

I looked down at my hand. Shit. “Um, yes.”

“Did you come?”

“No,” I said, glad that he’d gotten my attention in time.

“Need I remind you this abstinence idea was all yours?” His tone grew lighter. “This from the woman who claimed she wasn’t into long-term sexual deprivation.”

I laughed. “What can I say? It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“It’ll be your fault if I don’t last longer than five minutes tonight,” he said, joking about what I’d told him concerning Todd and Elaina.

“In that case, you’ll just have to spank me,” I said.

My only reply from him was a low moan and a mumbled curse.

“Want me to change the subject?” I asked.

“Yes, please.”

“What time are you leaving the house?”

“About an hour,” he said. “I’m meeting Jackson and Todd for breakfast. I’ve also invited your dad to join us.”

My father still lived in Indiana where I grew up. We weren’t very close, I’d always been closer to my mom. She’d passed away several years ago, though, and I’d been trying to have a better relationship with dad.

“Thank you, he’ll like that. I think Felicia’s stopping by in an hour. We’re going to meet Linda and Elaina.”

Linda, Nathaniel’s aunt who raised him after his parent’s death, and Elaina were going to meet up with us at the spa where I was getting my hair done. They’d spent the morning making sure the church was ready for tonight. Since Nathaniel and I only had three months to plan the wedding, it’d taken a lot of work on everyone’s part to get everything together.

It was hard to believe the day had finally arrived. After all the nonstop planning and worrying and picking out this and deciding on that, it was time. I just hoped the last few hours passed quickly.

“That didn’t sound like a happy sigh,” Nathaniel said.

“It was an impatient sigh,” I said, not even remembering sighing in the first place. “I’m ready to be your wife.”