her maiden state, claim her as their wife, their synchronized thrusts immediately awarding her an intense, eyes-rolled-back orgasm that escalated with every second, touch and movement. Pressed between pillars of strength and power, light and darkness, she cried out to them, tightening her one-armed embrace on her treacle bear and pressing her palm against the chest of her nighted prince. She felt the quickening in them before they disappeared to flow within her, fusing with her spirit for mere seconds, then reappearing to climax in concert, filling her with the evidence of their savage love.
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the brilliant radiance surrounding her groom, been able to peer through eyes of lapis blue. She would have focused panoramically to see the truth that had been positioned all around her, sharpened that view microscopically to peer down deep into the electric and fiery souls of men who'd that morning moved heaven and earth, spanned countless centuries and raised hell along the way, to guarantee her happiness. Her terror at being abandoned once again, blinded her to the presence of an all too familiar man standing at Dylan's side during the marital proceedings, numbed her to his touch when he too took her hand, kept her from feeling one set of lips, then another, when the calls were given for the bride to be kissed. Alas, hours before and during the ceremony, then throughout the reception, Carolina wasn't herself, fay or human, or any combination of the two, nor was she under any spell. She was simply in transition from being officially unattached to eternally united, suffering from shock, a common malady, curable by a prescription of wedding night rapture.
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Dylan stood within the stall's entrance allowing his eyes to etch her beauty upon his brain. Looking a bit shell-shocked, she sat upon a bed of fresh hay thickly mounded upon the floor. Though they'd concluded the ceremony and reception hours earlier, to slide easily into an extraordinary, extended family routine, she'd kept her hair tightly fashioned in the ceremonial style. The coiffure was elegantly simple, one braid on either side of her head, the ends of which were wound together and allowed to hang down to her waist with rose-lavender and white Gypsophila woven here-and-there amongst the fiery strands. As was dictated, she still wore her tasteful, cream based, rose floral wedding dress with its