The wedding is upon us! The last few weeks have been interesting, but I'm getting back into the creative swing. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates, to everyone else, Happy Thursday! Some new pictures will be added to the FB group with this one to get us caught to the story, so come visit us at Agoodwitch writes if you'd like to join the shenanigans. Thankful for you all.

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Chapter 14

Edward stood in the private garden with the king by his side.

"She should be here, by now? Shouldn't she?" Edward asked.

"My wife has everything planned down to the second. Isabella will be here at the exact moment she is meant to be," King Jasper gently teased. "It is normal for you to be anxious in these last moments, even when you're sure of your partner."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Jasper looked between the young man and the priest and said nothing, knowing he was being formal for their audience.

The door that led back into the castle opened and Alice stepped out in a beautiful purple dress, a bouquet of cream and white flowers in her hand. Edward and Jasper stood straight at the sight of her and a cello began to play a lilting song for her to walk down the path. When she reached the end of the walkway, she stood facing Jasper and smiled warmly at her husband.

The music changed and the trio all turned as Isabella stepped out in her dress.

Edward gasped at the sight of her. His Bre was always beautiful to him, but in that dress, she looked like the magical creature she was. It floated and flowed around her, the train lightly dragging on the cobblestones behind her.

Isabella reached Edward and he offered her his hand. With her fingers tightly gripped within his own, they turned to the priest who began the ceremony.

Edward had never witnessed a wedding, so he listened very intently as the priest spoke about the union they were entering. The love he felt for Isabella was so much stronger and fiercer than what was being described. It was soul deep and they both knew it.

It was easy for him to promise to love, honor, and protect Isabella. Her own vows to love, honor, and obey were said with a smile.

For such a momentous occasion, it was over relatively quickly. Edward pulled Isabella in for a kiss and heard the clicking of a camera. The pair embraced their monarchs and friends, and the palace photographer snapped some photos of the two couples and their furry witness before they were led into the private dining room for a special meal.

Edward couldn't keep his eyes off Isabella and as her eyes found his often, she was equally enchanted. Alice only urged them for a single dance before dessert was brought out and once they'd dined on the confection, Edward offered Isabella his hand.

There was a charge between them as they walked the halls of the castle towards their room. Edward thought of Jasper's words about his wedding night. It made him a little nervous. He wanted their first time to be good for her, and he knew the chemistry was there, but he was unsure of how to please her.

Lost in his musings, Isabella's hand on his cheek startled him. "Are you all right, Edward?"

Their eyes met and he smiled. "Perfect. I've got everything I'll ever need right in front of me."

Edward led her into the room and was happy to see the lanterns had been lit in their absence. He reached for his jacket and peeled it off, moving next to his vest. As his fingers found his tie, he looked over at Isabella who was unpinning her hair with her eyes focused on him.

"You keep staring at me, Wife."

"Because I can't believe you're mine, Husband."

Edward made quick work of the rest of his clothes, while Isabella finished freeing her hair and removing her veil and shoes. Isabella turned her back to Edward, wordlessly asking him to help her with the buttons on her dress.

He took his time, savoring every sliver of skin he revealed until her back was exposed to him. Edward gently pushed the dress down until it pooled at her feet and then lifted her from the pile of fabric.

"I need you to tell me what you need, Bre. If something doesn't feel right, you'll tell me?"

"I will, but I have every faith in you," she told him.

With the final scraps of clothing discarded, Isabella laid down on the center of the bed. Edward quickly climbed up and covered her with his body. They kissed and caressed for long moments, his fingers caressing her torso while his lips traveled to her neck and back. Isabella's hands were fisted in his hair, anchoring him to her body until he found his way to her entrance.

"Isabella?" Edward asked, his voice strained.

"Please, Edward," she begged, her legs opening wider for him.

He adjusted himself slightly and slid inside her. Every word, thought, and idea left him as he experienced the bliss of joining with his wife for the first time. The desire, the protective nature were amplified by his need for her.

He thrusted slowly at first, not sure what was right, but he didn't need to worry. Isabella told him exactly how much she was enjoying his efforts. Bolstered by the feeling of her, and her gentle pleading for more, he began to move with purposeful strokes and Isabella matched every move with one of her own.

"Oh, God, Edward," Isabella cried out.

"You feel so good, Isabella. I never knew anything could feel like this."

Her wordless cry on his next thrust was all the response he got.

The way they worked together to chase their peaks was effortless, each responding to the other's needs and pleas as soon as they were made. Edward tried to show restraint as he felt his release approaching, but there was no need. A slight change in his movements had Isabella tightening around him as her orgasm washed over her. Edward followed her into his own bliss, her name shouted out into the soft light of the room.

It took several minutes for them to return to earth, their breathing easing and the chill of the air hitting their slick skin.

Edward moved quickly to get a cloth so they could clean the sweat from their bodies and then the pair changed into sleepwear, only because they were worried that palace staff may try to offer their assistance in the morning.

As they slipped back into bed, Edward pulled his bride close and kissed her soundly. She was his and he was unequivocally hers, and he would never let her go.