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Spinning on his lap so that I’m facing him, straddling his thighs, I take his hands in mine and stare into his black as night gaze.
“This wedding might be for show to appease your father and the games,” I tell him, pausing when his eyes flash dangerously. “But this marriage isn’t. I’ll look back on this day and look at the photos every day of my life, I want it to be perfect. Happy. Choosing my own dress will mean the world to me.”
Axel seizes my lips with an urgency that resonates deep withinand triumph surges through me, though it’s quickly drowned out by something else. Lust. His kiss is a storm, a tempest that leaves no room for hesitation. As our mouths meld, I meet his passion equally, fueled by the acknowledgment that, in this orchestrated dance, I have asserted my own desires.
His lips mould to mine, each movement deliberate and possessive. It’s not just a kiss; it’s a proclamation, a claiming. And it’s all for show, forherbenefit, but I’ll take it because it means I’m winning.
His touch is both demanding and tender, a paradoxical blend that sets my skin ablaze. I can feel the subtle pressure of his fingertips on the small of my back, a silent command that keeps me close, tethered to the heat between us.
Eventually though, Axel’s lips leave mine, and he smirks at Eowyn. “She’s right. She’ll decide what she wears, and I trust her taste implicitly.”
Eowyn, undeterred, nods and scribbles something down. “Alright, we’ll proceed with that. Now, for the ceremony. Any special requests or traditional elements you’d like to include?”
Axel’s eyes never leave mine as he speaks. “Keep it simple and quick. No unnecessary frills or ceremonies. The focus is on the union, not the spectacle.”
Eowyn raises an eyebrow but doesn’t protest. “Understood. I’ll arrange for a traditional yet concise ceremony.”
“We’ll add our own vows.”
“Fine,” she huffs, obviously annoyed that I’m still straddling Axel and commanding all of his attention. “Rings?”
I glance at Axel, unsure. He gives a slight nod. “Simple bands will suffice. No need for extravagance. But I’d actually like to deal with those myself.”
Eowyn makes a note and moves on, sounding more and more pissed by the second. “Music?”
“Classical. Something timeless and elegant,” Axel answers, his fingers still gently tracing patterns on my skin and making me shiver. My hips twitch and I feel his cock pressing against my core. His smile is wicked.This woman needs to leave.
“Beautiful choice. Now, about the reception. I assume no elaborate decorations?”
“Correct. Keep it understated,” Axel states, his focus still intently locked on me.
“Flowers?”
“Whatever Odi wants.”
As the conversation progresses, I find myself becoming more invested in Axel’s responses. Instead of taking over and dictating everything, he looks to me for my approval and opinions. I voice my preference for a small, intimate gathering with closefriends and family, and Axel agrees, emphasising the need for discretion.
Eowyn wraps up her notes. “Perfect. I’ll get to work on the arrangements. Do you have any other specific requests?”
“I need to finalise my bridesmaids,” I say suddenly. “And I’ll be having a hen do.”
“There’s not a lot of time to fit that in.” Eowyn frowns and then perks up. “Shall I arrange a stag party too?”
“No,” Axel replies gruffly. “I’m more than ready to settle down with the woman I love. No need for one final hurrah. Is that everything?” Axel glances at me, and I hesitate before speaking.
“Just one thing. I’d like a private moment before the ceremony. I want a few minutes alone with Axel.”
“It’s bad luck—” Eowyn raises an eyebrow, but Axel nods in agreement.
“Granted, princess.”
“Fine. Though it’s most unusual. We’ll make sure you have some time together before the ceremony begins.”
As Eowyn gathers her belongings, Axel leans in and whispers, “You’re doing well, princess. You may think this is all for show, but that private moment will be ours and the wedding photos will hang above the fireplace forever.”
I force a smile, acknowledging the delicate balance we’re navigating. The room seems to close in on us, and Axel’s touch becomes more possessive. Our eyes lock, and for a brief moment, the line between reality and the elaborate game we’re playing blurs.
“See yourself out, Eowyn. I have urgent matters to take care of with my wife-to-be.”
