[Takes place right after the wedding]
Maxon's eyes glowed as he said "I do."
"I do," I said
"I now present to you the queen and king of Illéa, Mrs. And Mr. Schreave! You may now kiss the bride." I smiled as Maxon pulled his face towards mine and kissed me. The fact that I was Maxon's and he was mine meant the world to me. The kiss broke as we looked into crowd of guests all cheering and giddy. My family, Marlee, Aspen, Lucy, looked truly happy for me as I felt for myself. I took Maxon's hand as we started strutting down the aisle. We made it past the door and I enveloped myself into Maxon's arms.
"I love you, America Schreave. My beautiful wife," he said while planting little kisses all over my face.
"I love you, I love you, I love you, Maxon Schreave, my husband, Illéa's king and mine." My hands cupped his face for one last kiss since it was now for the reception to start. After the reception, we are going to spend the night together and go on our honeymoon that morning. I wasn't nervous about tonight; just anxious about what Maxon was thinking about it. I was excited to finally give myself to him, to show him that he is part of me.
We walked to the room, hand in hand, as husband and wife for the first time. Screams and applause filled with love and adoration greeted us as we stepped into the room. Gavril announced over the crowd "Family and friends of the royal couple, your newlyweds!" Marlee, the Selected girls, and Princess Nicoleta squealed over to me and gave me hugs blabbing about how beautiful I looked and astonished Maxon looked as I was walking down the aisle. "It was sooooo romantic" May gushed. "Speaking of romantic, tonight will be the best night of your life" said Marlee. We all burst out laughing and Maxon interrupted "Am I missing out on something, ladies?" he winked at me and continued talking to our other guests. I figured that was my cue to leave the ladies and walk to my husband's side. I looped my arm through Maxon's.
"Yes, we are heading to our honeymoon this morning. To where, I cannot say. Even my America does not know yet," Maxon said as he smirked at me. I playfully squat his arm "get the details out of him! I need to prepare!" We all laughed, "maybe you can get a confession out of him during the night" Georgia said as she winked. I blushed fiercely and gripped Maxon's arm a little tighter. He let go of my arm and slide it around low on my waist.
The orchestra started to play the first slow song of the night. Maxon looked at me and we walked over to the dance floor. "My lady" Maxon said. I took his hand and he pulled me close into his stance. I smelled his rich cologne and surprisingly calm heart beat. My forehead was rested on his chest. Maxon tilted his head and started giving me kisses all over my cheek and hair. Even though it was a slow song and we were barely moving I was still offbeat. I stepped on his foot and he squealed "Ow America. Good thing it was your personality I fell in love with and not your dancing skills." "Keep talking and it'll be a short night, sir." He chuckled and gave me a last kiss on the lips when the song ended and the guests started pouring onto the dance floor for the next song.
The reception was coming to an end, and I was relieved. "Yes, thank you for joining us tonight, and we will see you when we come back from our honeymoon in two weeks. Cheers!" "Cheers!" everybody shouted back.
"Let's go" Maxon whispered in my ear as I was still taking my last swig of champagne. We were already out the door and as we got to the third floor, we stopped. "You ready?" Maxon asked as my forehead was against his chin. I let out a happy sigh "yes." We kissed and as we kissed my smile came out during it. He picked me up and I started yelling "oh my gosh Maxon! I can walk!" "Yes, for now, then when I'm done with you tonight you won't know how to use your legs." "MAXON!" I was thankful nobody could hear what he had just said, but let out loud laughter that he had said such a thing.
He is mine, and I am his. I did like him carrying me though, so maybe I could make him do this more often. We reached the door and he gently placed me in the middle of the bed. We started making out then my hands were taking off his tie. He kissed down my neck and collarbones and whispered "my wife. I love you, America Schreave." "And I love you, Maxon Schreave." I tossed his tie on the ground as well as his shirt while he was zipping down my gown. I was wearing a black thong and a sexy black bra. I forgot why maids had picked such showy undergarments until they started giggling. My wedding gown was off and on the floor. Maxon was on top and placing his hands all over my thighs and stomach curves. This felt so right that the thought of being self conscious was forgotten. I was moving my hands all over his muscular stomach, biceps, and triceps. He unhooked my bra and slipped off my thong while slipping off his boxers.