DOMINIC
6 months later
I've never felt so fucking nervous in my entire life.
Yurik stood beside me on the altar, laughing at my nerve-stricken face. My hands were sweaty, my heart pounding in my chest, my throat felt tight and my tuxedo suddenly seemed a size too small.
Why is this air so hot?
Fuck.
I took a deep breath in, clasping my hands together at my zipper and fiddling with my thumbs. I never felt that amount of edginess before, not even in the face of death and it seemed like time was moving in slow motion.
I glanced to the small crowd, hoping that the familiar faces of my family would calm me down but no, it only fuelled my peaking anxiety.
Why was I so scared? I had no reason to be so scared. It wasn't like I was marrying a stranger. I was marrying my angel with the beautiful face and beautiful personality and beautiful...everything. Shit.
What if she changed her mind? What if she took one look at me standing there waiting for her and went, 'nope, i don't want you anymore' What if she realised that I wasn't worthy of her love?
I never used to be an over thinker so why the fuck was I starting now?
"Domo, you need to calm down. You look ready to shoot the entire place down." Yurik said and I glared at him.
"You would be an absolute wreck if this was you standing here. Let me be nervous in peace." I retorted, returning my gaze to the long aisle. At least we were outside and not in an enclosed space, it would've made my uneasiness so much worse.
"Yes but you're supposed to look happy and not as if you're marrying someone you don't want to marry." He said and my eyes widened.
"I am happy! Does it look like I'm not happy? Shit, she's probably going to think I don't want to do this." I said hastily, wiping my palms on my jacket. I tried to smile but it turned into a grimace and Yurik burst out laughing.
"Don't do that ever again. Just breathe, it's just Caitlin. She's not a stranger." Yurik said, giving me a comforting pat on the shoulder. My breath shuddered and I wiped a hand over my face. Why is this taking so long?
"I know but fuck-" The priest cleared his throat, interrupting me and my head snapped towards him. I completely forgot he was there.
"Swearing in front of the priest, Domo. You should be ashamed of yourself." Yurik taunted, shaking his head and pursing his lips in disapproval.
"Shut up." I grumbled, looking down the aisle. My heart literally trembled when the familiar red sports car belonging to my father stopped at the end.
Yurik nudged the priest on his arm. "Look at how nervous he is. Isn't that adorable?"
I couldn't pay attention to them and the casual conversation they were having while I was nearly about to collapse on the altar. My father stepped out of the car and rounded the hood, stopping at the passenger's side. I watched nervously as he opened the door and took Caitlin's hand to help her step out.
My mouth dropped.
"Holy..." I breathed, suddenly remembering the priest in my presence. "Fudge." I finished.
"Whoa." I gawked. She looked so perfect, so beautiful and my chest swelled with pride. She was all mine.
She wasn't carrying a flower bouquet or wearing a veil. Her dress was a simple white silk, spaghetti strapped, long and tight around the hips with a slit up her tanned leg. In her own words 'I'm not wearing a fucking ball gown'
I love her so much.
Her long hair was loose, parted down the middle and down her back, leaving her cleavage and collarbones bare. When she locked arms with my father, her lips pulled up into a breath-taking smile and I gazed at her in awe. Nobody else existed in that moment besides her.
The most beautiful woman ever.
I waited way too fucking long for this moment.
Even when the music started playing and heads were turning to look at her, her eyes were locked with mine. Our smiles matched each other's, full blown grins despite the thumping of my heartbeat in my ears. The blood rushed to my face, warming my cheeks.
My mother sat in the front row, wiping her tears away with a handkerchief and Micah had the biggest smile on his face. Caitlin was the star of the moment, a silent force that turned heads and ignited positive emotions from every single guest.
When she finally stopped in front of me and my father shook my hand, I was still in complete disbelief. Don't fucking cry. Don't fucking cry.
"Beautiful." I mouthed, taking her hand and helping her up the altar. She smiled and licked her lower lip, eyes travelling down my body.
When the priest started speaking, his words went through one ear and out the other. Caitlin stifled her laughter, witnessing my face turn into one of annoyance. I just wanted to be married to her already.
My expression softened as I kept my eyes on her, unable to peel them away from the stunning sight. I thought I had the waterworks under control but when I saw her eyes tearing up, my own lip started to quiver.
"Stop it." I mouthed at her, frowning.
"I can't." She mouthed back and her lips tightened as more tears pooled in her eyes. Fuck, she's going to make me cry.
"Stop crying." I formed with my lips, scrunching my eyebrows as my own tears started to fall down my cheeks. I grit my teeth.
"You stop crying." She retorted back silently and I took a deep breath in.
"I can't."
I looked at Yurik and he was starting to cry too. We were having one big crying fest.
The ceremony continued until it was time for us to say our vows. We repeated the words the priest said and then the moment to present the rings came. Our ring bearer was a light brown female pitbull wearing a pink flower crown. It was Yurik's idea.
I smiled and bent down to collect the rings from the basket in her mouth. Her trainer gave her a treat and her tail wagged excitedly.
"I want one." Caitlin whispered, staring at the dog with loving eyes.
"We'll adopt one." I said.
"Do you, Dominic Sasha-" Caitlin snorted, her cheeks puffing up as she tried to hold in her laughter. "-Romanov take Caitlin Essie-" I laughed out loud. "Valencia to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"Answer the question, idiot." She grumbled, glaring at me as I bit my bottom lip.
"I do." I said cheekily. I can't wait to fuck my wife later.
"Do you, Caitlin Essie-" I looked down at my shoes, clenching my jaw so I wouldn't make a sound as a chuckle started to form in my chest.
"Dominic, shut up." Caitlin said, her tone oozing frustration. "Father, continue please."
"Do you, Caitlin Essie-" I can't do this. "Valencia take Dominic Sasha-" Caitlin snorted again. "Romanov to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do." She said and together we placed the rings on each other's fingers. I smiled widely, feeling my heart about to implode with joy.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss- okay then." My lips were already on hers, holding her waist as I dipped her down giving her a long, deep kiss. The guests cheered and Yurik was the loudest.
I was finally married.
My wife.
My angel.
My Queen.
*
I kicked the door of the hotel room shut, breathing heavily. I rested my forehead against the cool wood and flattened my palms, trying to compose myself.
When I finally looked at Caitlin standing there, her chest heaving and her breasts threatening to spill out of her dress, my restraint diminished into thin air.
I wanted her so fucking badly. Needed her so fucking badly.
"Fuck, baby, come here." I breathed, reaching out and clasping both my hands underneath her ears, pressing my lips against hers. She was sweet, tasting of chocolate vodka from the shot we just took and I wanted no time in delving my tongue into her mouth.
"Oh my God, I want you inside me. Now, please." Caitlin whimpered, her trembling fingers going to unfasten my belt. I groaned, her words making my dick throb harder than ever. I was aching for her.
The entire night was pure fucking torture not being able to touch her and I had enough.
I wrapped my arm around her, quickly pulling the zip down at the small of her back. The straps of her dress fell down her arms, exposing her full breasts and I leaned down to take her nipple into my mouth.
Her skin tasted so good and fuck, she smelled so fucking delicious. Shea and vanilla but underneath all that was her, my favourite.
"Tell me how you want to be fucked, angel. Tell me." I practically begged, grasping her ass in my palms. I was desperate.
"Rough, hard. Dominic, I can't take it." She groaned before dropping to her knees, her fingers pulled my pants and boxers down to my knees and off my body. My eyes rolled when her warm mouth and pink plump lips wrapped around my dick.
"Shit, what are you doing to me? Fuck, angel." I hissed, fisting her hair and moving my hips. The tip hit the back of her throat and her mouth started to produce more sticky saliva from the sudden intrusion.
I gasped when her hand started to play with my balls. I couldn't even think straight. I shrugged my jacket off and unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall wherever.
She looked up at me, and her eyes bright and beautiful. I don't want to cum already. Caitlin moaned around me, working both hands on my dick and twisting it while she sucked her cheeks in. A mewl escaped me. A fucking mewl.
"Goddammit, are you trying to kill me?" I gasped, my words jumbled and I could barely understand myself. I let go of her hair and pressed my palms against my lower back, thrusting into her mouth.
Her spit was all over my dick, all over her hands and dripping onto the floor. Her dress was so elegant, her make up done to perfection and the beautiful diamond on her finger shone underneath the light. But there she was on her knees giving me the nastiest, sloppiest head ever.
I'm so fucking lucky.
"Fuck, angel, just like that. Yes, baby, you're doing so fucking good." I croaked, panting as her lips tightened around me. She stuck her tongue out, licking the underside of my dick before shoving me back into her mouth.
"I'm going to cum." I let her know, giving her a chance to pull away but she continued.
I paused. "Oh you want me to cum down your throat, huh? You would like that, wouldn't you?" I growled, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. Damn, I wanted to do some horrible things to her.
"Get up." I demanded.
"But-"
"Get the fuck up." I said again, more harshly and she quickly scurried to her feet. My good girl.
I grabbed the inside of her elbow and led her to the bed, throwing her on it. She landed with a yelp, bouncing a few times on the mattress and I flipped her around onto her back. Her head hung off the bed, her neck exposed and I wasted no time in shoving myself back into her mouth. She let out a muffled groan.
With that angle, I could see the bulge in her throat every time I pulled myself in and out.
I grabbed beneath her chin, watching with lustful eyes as she took all of me, every single inch. "That feels so fucking good." I grunted and her response was a moan.
She reached down and spread her legs, her feet flat on the mattress and her dress bunched up around her waist. She started circling her clit over her lace underwear. Such a beautiful fucking sight.
Rough fucking was our love language. We never took it slow. We never took it easy. Since the beginning, we always did it hard and it wasn't about to change just because we got married.
I loved it that way.
Holding her head still, I started fucking her face. I kept myself there, leaving her no room to breathe until she started fighting to be released. The thrill of it had my orgasm approaching quicker.
I threw my head back as my balls pulled up and with a groan, I started to cum inside her mouth. I gulped hard, a sheen of sweat decorating my forehead as I watched her swallow every bit of it.
"My turn." I whispered, turning her around and pulling her towards me by her hips. My mouth watered, seeing how fucking wet she was through her underwear. She was driving me absolutely insane.
I closed my eyes, my lips parted as I dragged my nose along her inner thigh.
"Dominic, please." She whimpered, pulling her own underwear down. Caitlin wanted me just as bad as I wanted her.
"I know, baby. Let's just take your dress off, okay?" I said and started to help her remove the silk. I hung it up in the large built in cupboard and closed the door, revealing the giant mirror facing the bed. She smirked, her pink tongue flicking out to give her bottom lip a quick lick.
Even though I just came, my dick was still fucking hard.
With her dress finally gone and her ring, earrings and heels the only items on her body, I nearly lost my mind at how gorgeous she looked.
"You are so fucking beautiful." I whispered, getting on my knees and giving her a clit a peck. The touch was delicate and tender, a contradiction against the tight fist currently holding my hair.
She wanted more, and I was going to give it to her.
I used my finger to spread her juices around her hole, groaning when I felt exactly how soaked and ready she was for me. Her arousal was leaking out of her.
I couldn't hold back any more so I dove forward, my tongue finding the tight ring of muscle at the brim of pussy. Fuck. She tasted so good, like a summer fruit that I couldn't get enough of.
"That's so hot." She breathed and I looked up at her, finding her eyes on me as she watched my tongue thrust in and out of her.
I moved to her clit, making out with her pussy with soft groans. My hand stretched up and my middle finger and ring finger nudged at her lips until she opened her mouth and started to suck. I scowled - it had no reason feeling so good.
"That's right, angel." I whispered, feeling my fingertips hit the back of her throat until it was well lubricated. I pulled out and shoved it into her hole, keeping my mouth on her swollen clit.
"Shit, Dominic, that feels so good. God, that feels so good." She panted, her body starting to shake with the force of my hand. Her breath hitched, her moans getting louder by the second and my dick threatened to combust with the sound of it.
I needed to be inside of her.
She needed to orgasm on my tongue first.
"Cum for me, baby, please cum for me." I begged, closing my eyes and putting my everything into it. I wanted to make her feel so good. She deserved it. She deserved it so fucking much.
"I'm going to- fuck, do that again." She yelled and I gently scraped my teeth against her clit again, just how she wanted.
"Tell me what else you want me to do, angel. I'll do it." I said, still moving my fingers in and out of her.
"Fuck me, please. Now. I want it so badly." She was gasping as I guided her through her orgasm until she stopped clenching and her essence was in my mouth. I moaned against her and stood up - happy with her first climax. I was planning on giving her a lot more.
I climbed on top of her, feeling her breasts squashed against my chest and then...I was finally inside her, enveloped by her warm pussy.
Her naked skin, her flushed face, her legs around my waist. Fuck, it couldn't get any better than that. She moaned loudly, softly biting my earlobe as I buried my face in her neck.
"Harder." She whined and I granted her wish, holding myself up as I pounded into her. Our first fuck as a married couple. No gimmicks, no prolonging, just two people who couldn't keep their hands off each other and everything about it felt right.
I slammed into her and little breathy sounds fell from her lips as her fingers entangle themselves in my hair. Her back arched and her head fell onto the soft mattress, showing me her neck and I bent down to give it a lick. I wanted to lick every part of her, kiss every part.
I switched our positions until she was on top of me with my dick still inside her. "Ride me, baby." I said softly, resting my hands behind my head.
With her palms on my chest, she started to roll her stomach, fast and hard.
I tilted my head to peer past her body and gaze at the mirror facing the bed, smirking when I saw her ass and the tattoo on her spine. So fucking sexy. It was her first ink and she took it without flinching.
Noticing my staring, Caitlin stopped moving and turned around before sliding me into her pussy again. Reverse cowgirl. I groaned, my hands reaching out to grab her ass as I watched the tattoo and her gorgeous lower back dimples.
"What...the...fuck..." I grunted. What a stunning fucking view. My fingertips trailed down her back as she rolled her hips on me. I was getting close.
Sitting up, I clasped my fingers together around her neck, arching her back. "Don't stop. Don't stop." Caitlin whimpered as she came again, clenching around me so tightly that I couldn't help but cum inside of her. My release spewed into her until it started to drip down her thighs.
We both shivered but we weren't finished.
An hour and a half later, we collapsed on the bed, utterly drained. My balls were empty, and Caitlin was full. She laid besides me, her chest heaving as she rested her hand on her lower belly.
We grinned and as if reading each other's mind, our fists reached out simultaneously and we bumped them together.
"I love you so much, Dominic." Caitlin said sincerely. Her skin was glowing, her hair messy and with my cum all over her and inside her, she looked like the most beautiful piece of art.
"I love you more, angel." I replied, rolling over to lay a soft kiss on her lips.
4 years later
"A beretta is a fucking cop gun. I don't want that shit. Tell them I want my 38's and 9's. Add some butterfly knives in there too and we have a deal." I said into the phone, ignoring how Ruby, our pitbull, was nudging at my leg.
"You got it, boss." The man said before switching the call off. I looked down at Ruby, frowning when I saw how in distress she was.
She started barking as she bounced on her front paws. She moved behind me and started pushing her snout against the back of my legs.
"Okay, okay, what is it? Where are you taking me?" I said and shoved my phone into pants pocket.
I followed behind her. Ruby kept running and stopping, waiting for me to catch up before running again. I scowled - something was wrong.
"Is it mama?" I asked as if she could understand. It was then that I realised I hadn't heard a sound from my wife in a while. Panic started to arise and I rushed up the stairs, following behind Ruby as she led me to the bedroom.
"Baby?" I called out and that's when I heard it. Soft groans and heavy breathing coming from the en-suite.
I pushed the door open, my eyes widening when I saw Caitlin holding her rounded belly as water dripped down her legs. It stunned me. She wasn't due for another month or so.
"Don't just fucking stand there!" She snapped, pulling me out of my frozen stated. Her face was red and sweaty, contorted into an expression of agony.
Ruby barked again, urging me to help her mama. "I know, I know. Good job, Ruby."
I walked over to her, wrapping an around her lower back to steady her as I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Quickly dialling our doctor, I let her know of the situation.
"They're going to be here in ten minutes, angel. I'm sorry I wasn't here, shit - let's go lay you down." I said hastily, guiding her to the room we had prepared for her to give birth in. My heart was pounding, scared for my wife and my unborn child.
"For fucks sake." She grunted, buckling over from the pain. "You did this to me, you little shit." Caitlin growled, wincing and whining.
I shouldn't have chuckled - it was my biggest mistake. Her hand balled into a fist and hit me so fucking hard in the chest that it knocked my wind out.
"Don't laugh at me!"
"Okay, I'm sorry." I breathed, rubbing the sore area. "Lay here, angel. Hold my hand." I informed her, settling her down on the bed. She was in so much pain and it pulled at my heart that I couldn't take it away.
But I couldn't deny how excited I was.
Please, please, let them both be okay. Please.
Caitlin squeezed my hand tightly, my fingertips turning blue from being compressed but I let her. If it provided the tiniest bit of comfort, I'd let her do anything.
I kneeled on the floor besides her bed, stroking her hair out of her face and whispering sweet words of encouragement. It didn't take long for the doctor and her nurses to arrive. I stepped away to give them space as I paced around the room, my head filled with chaotic thoughts.
"Hey, Doc, isn't it too soon?" I asked dumbly, feeling nervous and panicky.
"Babies born at 32 weeks have a 95% survival rate." The doctor assured and I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. The odds seemed good.
"Dominic, stop pacing around." Caitlin said, glaring at me as the nurses set her up to the machines. It was her idea to give birth in the privacy of our own home and after consulting many healthcare providers, we finally found a method that would work best.
"Sorry, angel." I apologised and sat my ass down in the corner of the room.
I wasn't sure how long it took. She was in labour for hours and when it was finally time for her to push, I could tell that she was already exhausted.
Caitlin was always strong. She led our mafia with her head held high and an iron fist. Seeing her crying and trembling from the pain damn near tore my heart out of my chest. I swallowed hard, shaking my head as I watched and waited.
Ruby was whining and crying outside the door. She wasn't allowed into the room so I called Yurik over to try and console her. They were basically best friends.
I also called Alarico, Caitlins father, and let him know that his daughter was giving birth. Living somewhere on an island after being released from prison, he said he'll get on a plane immediately.
"Come on, Mrs Romanov. Push." The doctor encouraged. Caitlin grunted, huffing short quick breaths before she squeezed my hand so tightly that my fingers went numb. She screamed, her body tensing as she clenched her eyes shut. She went limp, still breathing heavily.
"Again."
This went on for thirty minutes and finally, the sound of a baby crying filled the room.
Our daughter.
My head fell down, an enormous amount of relief washing over me as tears filled my eyes. "Thank you. Thank you." I whispered. She was tired and lethargic, but she still managed to put a smile on her face as she watched the nurse clean our baby.
So beautiful.
"I'm so proud of you, angel. I love you so much." I said softly, kissing her hand and showing her that I was there for her. She couldn't respond but it didn't matter.
"Have you decided on a name?" The nurse carefully handed our baby wrapped in a yellow blanket to Caitlin's naked chest. I peered down, gazing at my daughter with teary eyes. She was so small and I couldn't wait to hold her.
"Anzhela." Caitlin muttered, her voice raspy. Her name meant angel in Russian. I sniffed, stroking her hair as I watched them already form that motherly-daughter bond.
She was going to be such a good mother.
Caitlin's eyes began to flutter close as she finally succumbed to her exhaustion. Before her head fell, the nurse took Anzhela and handed her to me. I almost started sobbing. She already had my whole entire heart.
"Hi, baby." I whispered, holding her in my arms as I blinked my tears away. Her nose wiggled and her glove covered tiny hands started to squirm aimlessly in the air. The small hat on her head was the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life.
I vowed to protect her with every fibre of my being.
"I'm so proud of your mama and I'm so happy you're finally here with us." I said softly and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"I love you both so much and I can't wait to spend the rest my life showing you." I bent down and gave her sleeping mother a peck on her cheek.
Our little family was finally growing.
And I've never been happier.
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