Stephanie's POV

I can't believe I'm about to marry my best friend. I can't believe I'm about to marry my one and only boyfriend. I can't believe that I'm marrying someone at twenty-three. Shit, I'm fulfilling my Burg legacy, only I will not be a housewife and mother. I will not be my mom, and I certainly will not be Valerie. There is a part of me that wishes I was wearing a white gown, and Carlos was in a tux, but this, our dress greens, are more appropriate for who we are. Maybe, when we have our surprise reception in a week, I'll wear a white dress. Then again, wearing white is a little hypocritical since I'm not a virgin. Everyone knows that Morelli took that from me. And since I was seventeen, Carlos and I have been intimate. No, white is definitely not appropriate.

I finally lay eyes on my handsome fiancé, and handsome isn't the proper word. I've seen him in his dress uniform many times before, but today, he's just so much more. His hair is still short, which is a bummer because I prefer it long, but hey, we're in the Army. He put on some more bulk since West Point. I can see where the uniform is straining over his muscles, which makes him even sexier if that's possible. We lock eyes as Lester walks me to Carlos, giving me to his cousin, officially. Major Mitchell begins the ceremony, which is beautiful and poignant. We exchange our vows and rings, symbolically showing our union. Then, we are allowed to kiss to seal our marriage. Abuela hugs both of us, with tears in her eyes. Happy tears, tears of joy.

"Mi Estefania, I'm so happy to see that you are finally mi nieta. Finally, a Manoso, like you always were destined. I'm also glad that it is you who is wearing my ring because you and Carlito are so like Abuelo and me. We knew, the moment we met, that we were meant for each other, much like you and Carlito. I wish you both many years of love, health, and family. Querida, I know that the idea of becoming a mother frightens you right now, but I know that when God wants you to have a child, you will be the best mother ever. You have such a big heart, Estefania, and would do nothing but love your child like a child deserves to be loved. Don't be scared. God has a plan for everyone, and when He decides it's time, you will have a child. You weren't meant to be a mother at sixteen. That's why He took that child from you. When He wants you to have one, you will."

"Abuela, I do want to have a child, but I'm afraid I'll be like my mother."

"You could never be, querida. You will never stifle your child. You'll allow your child to fly, as you are. Besides, you have me, Tia Celia, and now, your mother-in-law, Julianna, to help you. You will never be alone."

I had tears in my eyes, knowing that everything that Abuela Rosa said is true. "Now, let me treat you to dinner. Then, I'll let you two have the night to yourselves. Your first night as a married couple is special."

We go out to a nice restaurant in town, celebrate our nuptials. Afterward, we return to the hotel. Lester is heading back to base to finish packing his stuff and Carlos' stuff. Abuela is going back to her room, and we to ours. Fortunately, Abuela is across the hall. Once we see Abuela into her room, Carlos lifts me in his arms to carry me over the threshold.

"My wife, I think we are both wearing far too much clothing," he says as he places me back on my feet after shutting and locking the door.

"I do concur, my husband. But what are you going to do about it?"

"I'll show you." He starts by removing my jacket as I step out of my shoes. He gently tosses the jacket on the desk in the room. I remove his jacket, starting to unbutton his shirt. Once I'm finished, I take his shirt off him, finding a tank top on underneath. He stops my hands from doing any additional work while he unbuttons my shirt when he opens it, he finds a sexy, white lace corset underneath. He groans.

"Babe, the way you affect me, only you, mi amor." He continues by removing my skirt, seeing the garter belts holding my thigh-high stockings up, with no panties on. "This is definitely not regulation, Lieutenant. There are consequences to not dressing appropriately."

"Consequences, Lieutenant? What consequences?" I ask him through hooded eyes, standing submissively before him. I glance at his crotch, watching his manhood hardens even more for me. I want him to be a little rough. I want him to lose some of his control. Then, after we satisfy each other, we can go slow, passionately, and lovingly. I see the moment he realizes what I want, and I know he's going to give it to me.

He spins me around, pushing my chest against the wall, spreading my legs. He puts his right arm around my waist, reaching down to my curls, stroking me while his left hand pinches my nipples alternately. "A violation like this means no kisses, no licking or sucking. It means that you get me inside you, pounding you from behind. Is that what you want? Do you want me to take you whichever way I want you?"

"Yes, please, fuck me. I'm yours. I am yours for the rest of my life. Your cock is the only cock I will ever have inside me. Mark me as yours, make me yours."

Before I'm even done begging, he's inside me, pounding me hard, pinching my rock hard nipples, skimming over my bundles of nerves. Carlos is building me up to a release, but not letting me get there yet. God, I want to cum. I want to fly with my husband. I concentrate on squeezing him, tight, knowing that by squeezing, I'll make him cum inside me, spilling his seed. I finally can't take it anymore and allow myself to fly. Seconds later, I feel Carlos follow me over the edge. As our breathing slows back to normal, Carlos once again lifts me this time, placing me in the center of the bed.

"Now, I worship at your altar."

Carlos leans over my body, nibbling on my ear, tracing a line down to my shoulder, nipping, kissing, and sucking periodically. Not enough to leave a mark, as I must report in two days to my commander in D.C., but enough to get my engines revving once again. His mouth and tongue are soft, a complete contrast to our first frenzied coupling. I'm still amazed at how he can read my body, read my moods, knowing exactly what I want and how I want it. He knows when I want slow and steady, as well as when I want seductive, domineering, or downright primal. Right now, though, I want the passion. I allow my hands to roam down his back, placing kisses on his body when I can. I try to reach down to his manhood, to allow my hand to stroke him, but he keeps his hips angled away from me. His soft lips move to my breasts, and my nipples, which he twisted and pulled moments ago, he's now laving with gentle sucks and licks, making them hard enough to cut glass. He continues down my abdomen, tracing my pathetic four-pack, french kissing my belly button before coming back up to my mouth. We kiss, our tongues battling gently, for a good ten minutes before he's between my legs.

"Dios, Babe, you're so wet, so ready for me. I love the way you taste. You're sweet, with a hint of something so uniquely you. I could feast on only you for the rest of my life with pleasure. Thankfully, you are mine, and mine alone." He brings himself down, so his face is level with my center, his arms wrapped underneath my legs and over the top, spreading my lower lips. He runs the tip of his finger in between my lips, eliciting even more juice to escape. He starts to lick around where I want him. Carlos leaves his mark on my inner thigh before moving to where I want him. His tongue darts out, teasing and tasting, causing my hips to jerk off the bed. Finally, he starts to put his mouth on my center, slowing teasing me, bringing me to the brink before he kisses down my left leg then up my right. He continues the tease, the climb, and the letdown, for I don't even know how long. All I know is that when he finally allows me to release, it will be epic. I'm about to explode once again, but Carlos stops, kissing up my abdomen, between my breasts, and finally, to my mouth. We kiss, and I taste myself on his mouth, making me even hotter than I was. I feel him at my entrance. Now is the waiting game, waiting for Carlos to decide to enter. He enters me swiftly but moves at a frustratingly slow pace. He adjusts his position, so he's sitting on the bed, with his legs out, and adjusts me, so I'm straddling him. I have the control of the pace, and Carlos gets to play with me, everywhere. This is my favorite position, and we continue together until we both have an intense orgasm. Once peaked, we spoon next to each other, and I drift into a peaceful sleep.

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! I published the chapter on Wednesday so that the wedding day and night would be ready for today. So, thank you for your patience. I hope it was worth the wait. When I started publishing, I didn't plan on this chapter being published today. That's just good karma, or coincidence. Thank you as aways for your reviews. Please continue to read and review! Thank you! I hope all of you Babe's out there are having fun with your Ranger. With love-Mary