Author's Notes: I have received many requests for an update on "At Last" in Maxon's POV. So, in celebration of the one-year anniversary since I published "At Last" which was my first story on this site, I'm so happy to bring you this addition!

Thank you to all you readers who have supported me this year. And a special thanks to my beta, supergirls2008!

WARNING! For graphic sexual content. If this sort of content offends you, please go read something else. You have been WARNED! All other readers please continue on and...

Enjoy!

~Sweetwaterspice


At Last

(A Story of Maxon and America's Wedding Night)

MAXON'S EPILOGUE

'I, America Singer, take you, Maxon Calix Schreave to be my lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold from this day forward…' I looked at the shape of her lips as she formed each word, the sweet tone of her voice as she said them, each one making a promise of forever; each one a token of her love. I looked into those bright, blue eyes filled with love for me, smiling at me, making me feel as if I could levitate, as if I could conquer the world...

A set of soft lips landed a kiss my shoulder and a warm body was pressing close to mine. My eyes fluttered open, my dream fading, feeling the tingling caress of a hand sliding around my waist and up unto my chest.

"Good morning," her mouth pressed gently to the shell of my ear, "My Royal Husbandness."

My heart responded at once, beating erratically at the sound of her voice. I couldn't help the broad smile that spread over my lips. I turned to lay on my back, one arm swinging around her. Morning light filtered through the sheer, white curtains which unlike last night billowed like two ghostly arms, now laid still against the balcony doors. I looked up at the face smiling down at me. She was here, and she wasn't just a thought or a dream or a wish. I lifted a hand just to make sure she was real, my fingertips brushing her cheeks. She looked at me with a radiant, yet sleepy smile. I smiled back. Her hair was loose, draping her shoulders, her lips plump, her eyes, like two brilliant aquamarines.

"You're here," I said, my voice husky from sleep.

She laughed. "Surprised?"

"No. Happy."

Slipping a hand into her hair, I pulled her head down and kissed her. "Good morning."

It was our first morning kiss as husband and wife. I liked the thought that from now on, she'd be the first thing I'd wake up to every morning for the rest of my life. She would be the sunshine to greet me. The first morning rays to shine on my heart. I couldn't have asked for a better way to start every day.

"I love your morning kisses," she smiled, propping her head on the back of her hand, her other began drawing swirling patterns on my chest.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined."

America bit her bottom lip then let it go, making it burst in color. "It's not the first time I've awakened in your arms."

I shook my head. "No, but not like this." There was a knot in my throat. "Not after making love to you." I twirled a lock of her hair around my finger.

Her cheeks bloomed into a rosy blush making her that much more striking. I stared at her in silence, memorizing this moment. Her glow, the swells of her breasts, the way her red hair looked a beautiful mess, recalling how it felt between my fingers last night...as I made love to her. Our arms and legs tangled around the other, the heat of our bodies pressed together; the taste of her mouth, of her skin on my tongue; the contrast of soft breasts and firm thighs; the declarations of eternal love. I could sense the swell of desire growing in my chest and my nether region. I caressed the curve of her shoulder, my fingers marking a feathered trail down her arm pushing the sheet that draped the curve of her hip away, uncovering her feminine figure. My eyes drank her in. Every inch of her gorgeous form.

I reached to touch her swollen breast..and leaned in to kiss her collarbone. "I love you, America."

Her breath was shaky against my cheek, her head dropping to one side as my kisses marked her throat. My hand curved over her hip to take purchase of her ass. And my desire swelled as my erection brushed the coarse field of her vagina.

"Maxon…" she gasped.

I'm propped on an elbow and slip my hand to the back of her neck pulling her to me. I'm kissing her with heat and hunger and she returns it with as much enthusiasm. I ease America back unto the mattress, my heart racing a hundred miles a minute, drumming, pounding; our mouths engaged in a solid kiss as I draped my body over hers. Her fingers nest deep in my hair. America moans at my assault. My mouth attacks her throat, her shoulders, her breasts. And I'm lost in this torrent of desire.

My body is alive and thrumming. I feed on the exhilarating charge of America's body against mine, her hands – outlets of her own need, of her deep want as she tugs on my lower back, pulling me down closer; our bodies, two entities of fire and heat. A hand reached for the back of her thigh, grabbing it with intent as I hook it around my forearm. She lets out a gasp that only rings of excitement. My hips rest cradled between her thighs. Her eyes widened as I sucked in a breath…

Heat.

I'm inside of her.

"America…"

We were fused together, our bodies, a perfect fit.

We had made love many times last night, each time more pleasurable than the last but this…this was carnal and primal and so damn right.

I'm fevered and desperate and my thrusts are all too eager…eager to bring us to the euphoric bliss.

"Maxon, Maxon…"

My heart slams hearing her call my name. Her mouth nipped at my neck sending pulsating shocks of electricity throughout my body. I growled, my fingers digging hard into the backs of her thighs, and my manhood sliding ever so effortlessly into her sweet depth. "Uhhh...America. Oh, my God, my God." I couldn't help voicing the pleasure she was giving me. There would never be anything like this – like the taste of America; nothing as spectacular as the sensation of her heat wrapped around me. Our eyes locked and my heart swelled, watching the submission, the desire, the need burning in her eyes. I had never dreamed it could be like this too – this wall of fired, white-heat; wanton lust. I couldn't comprehend it completely and neither did I wish to. It was as if we had bared the very core of our souls, not hiding anything, not holding back; it was there, palpable, visible…stripped naked.

We were both enveloped in this tidal wave of passion and the only thing keeping me connected to this world was the rocking force of the bed and the sweet sounds coming off America's lips. I kissed her deeply, pushing my hips between her thighs, stroking her walls, alternating speed and power and as a final warning, America, flinging her arms around my neck, released a strangled cry that seemed to bounce off the walls; the dam within her, finally breaking. Amazingly, the knowledge that I had brought her to such a powerful orgasm committed my body to respond. I heard myself let out a growl from deep within me and as if a bolt of lightning had struck me but in a much, much pleasurable way, I thrust into her once more, stiffening as my release shot from my body into hers.

My limbs, suddenly weakened, gave way and I collapsed on top of her, our connection, unbroken.

My breaths were short as I tried to recover and I rolled unto my back feeling dizzyingly satiated. "Oh...my God..." I breathed against her ear. I turned my head to look at America who was smiling shyly. "You're so damn...incredible."

Noticing the flash of red on her cheeks, I teased, "Are you blushing, Mrs. Schreave?". She gave no response as the tint on her cheeks deepened. I cocked a brow at her, my breaths now even. "I can freely attest that there isn't one," I sucked in a breath, looking down at her breasts grazing my chest, "delicious part of you, my darling, you need to be embarrassed about. Everything about you is perfection."

Her cheeks seemed to turn a darker shade of crimson. "I'm not perfect." She crawled into my arms, resting her head on my chest.

"You are to me."

"You're incredible."

"That...I won't deny."

She turned on me, tickling my sides, making me jerk and laugh. I seized her hands. "I would have you know, my Lady, that attacking a monarch in this state of undress is a royal offense."

"Unfortunately for you, your Majesty, that rule doesn't apply to your wife," she laughed.

"Come here!" I said mischievously, pulling her on top of me, returning the favor as her laughter boomed around us. "You're so beautiful when you laugh like that," I told her after the tickling and laughter stopped, my face softening.

America brought her lips to mine, kissing me softly. We shifted on our sides and she settled once again, resting her head on my chest. "Will it always be like this, Maxon? Will we always be this happy?"

I tilted my chin to my chest, looking into her eyes. "Of course, darling. Nothing and I mean nothing will ever come between us. Though..." I sighed, "I don't deserve you, you know. After all that happened..."

"Don't. That's all behind us. I'm yours, Maxon," she said, propping herself on an elbow. "To have and to hold every day, every night…every moment."

"How did I ever get so lucky?"

"It almost seems impossible, doesn't it?" she said, nuzzling against me. "How a handsome prince walks into a garden to find a girl so desperate to escape this place. And he ends up stealing her heart."

"You thought I was handsome?"

She chuckled. "And kind and everything opposite of what I had painted in my mind. Eventually I realized you were perfect. And..."

I closed my eyes as America peppered kisses on my chest. "Ohhh...soooo perrrrfect," she purred.

There was a knock on the door.

"I think that's breakfast," I said, my voice a bit ragged.

America smiled at me, her open hand running the length of my manhood. I quickly stiffened as she wrapped my dick in her hand and said, "I have breakfast right here."

I smiled.


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