"My my Mr Jordan, you are full of surprises" Zoe whispered as they entered their hotel room. Zoe followed the trail of rose petals from the door through to the bedroom, seeing the candles which filled the room and the champagne chilling, on ice, by their bed. Still in her wedding dress, rushed straight from the registry office to the airport, Zoe had never felt so contented. She had everything she could ever want right here, Nick and her baby. No one else mattered to her, not anymore.

"My wife only deserves the best" Nick replied, following Zoe through to the bedroom. "You becoming Mrs Jordan had to be celebrated properly" he continued, looking her up and down, stalking towards her noticing the delighted shiver that passed through her body. "You are the greatest gift anyone has ever given me, my darling. I plan on cherishing you" He continued advancing upon her until the backs of her knees hit the bed and she feel back.

"You'd better unwrap that present then, hadn't you?" Zoe panted, stretching herself out fully on the bed, enjoying the delicious stretch she felt in her muscles. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching as Nick came closed, removing his tie and toeing of his shoes as he went.

"Oh, I plan to Mrs Jordan, don't worry" he grinned "But first, champagne" He poured two glasses handing one to Zoe and clinking them together before taking a sip "To us" he finished. He looked at Zoe, watching her lick her lips slowly "and now, Mrs Jordan, to you..." Nicks hands trailed slowly and deliberately down Zoe's sides not quite reaching her breasts or her hips.

"Please, Nick, don't tease, not tonight" Zoe whined, wriggling impatiently.

Nick ignored her, now running his hands up and down her legs from her ankles to her outer thighs, edging her dress slowly towards her hips. He pulled Zoe into a sitting position, relishing in the small pants coming from her lips. Tracing is fingers down her back he slowly undone the lacing of her dress, that inconvenient lacing that kept her beautiful skin from him. Her dress fell and pooled at her waist, gathering the material in his hands her eased the dress down her legs, leaving her lying on the bed in her small, white lace, knickers. "You are gorgeous" Nick breathed, trailing kisses from her neck, down her sternum and between her breasts, continuing in to her hips and down her inner thighs. He felt the heat radiating from her he reached her inner thighs. Listening to her moans he attached his lips to her collar bone, sucking hard, enough to leave a mark – marking his territory – before laving it gently with his tongue. He reached down, removing her panties, fingers tracing circles on her inner thighs gliding up slowly to where she wanted them but never getting there. He listened in pleasure to her moans and groans of frustration. He lined his hips with hers, bending down to kiss her as he done so "God, Zoe I want you. So much. I need you" He whispered to her before entering her - showing her just how much he wanted her.

As they lay in bed, panting heavily, basking in the afternoon Venetian sun which streamed through the window, Nick turned to look at Zoe "I'll always want you, Mrs Jordan. You know I love you more than anything" He gripped her hand and placed slow kisses along her jaw.

Zoe moved her head, resting it on Nick's chest "I love you too Mr Jordan and I always will. You are my life now...I'm never letting you go" she whispered before letting sleep consume her, listening to the steady rhythm of Nick's heart beat.