My wife. My wife, my wife, my wife. My. Wife. My wife. My wife. Wife. My wife.
It was all Tom's mind could repeat as their wedding day went on. His wife. His Evelyn. Bloody hell, she was his wife now. Could life get any better? Could songs sound any sweeter? Could the world be even prettier?
He clutched her arm tightly as they took pictures against the roaring backdrop of the sea. At first, Tom hated the idea of a photographer, though he booked one anyway knowing that Evelyn would want him too. But now, he was realizing that it was a bloody good idea. Because he needed these pictures, needed something tangible to prove that this day happened, that the love of his life actually married him.
His wife. My wife.
"Alright, Mr. and Mrs. Riddle," the photographer said with a grin. He didn't seem to know that he was dealing with the Dark Lord and Lady and Tom was too happy to make him regret his lapse. "I'll have these to you in a couple of weeks. Congratulations again."
Evelyn squeezed his arm and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Thank you," she mumbled with a smile. Though her words were soft, Tom could feel the pure, unadulterated joy flowing down the bond. Compared to how she was feeling this morning, it was absolutely beautiful.
Tom was no idiot. He knew that Evelyn had been anxious about their ceremony. Like a volcano ready to explode, he could feel it bubble and rise the closer the date came. Occasionally, she sent her thoughts down the bond, albeit unknowingly. "Three hundred and fifty people?" she had thought when he showed her the guest list. "What if I look ridiculous walking down by myself?" she thought another time when Sirius was speaking to her about walking down the aisle. So Tom—wanting nothing more than to appease the love of his life—quickly pivoted as soon as he sensed the emotions, telling their guests that they would have a private ceremony and a larger reception. As soon as he sent the owls, he knew it was the right call. All that mattered on this day was him and Evelyn. He and his wife.
"Where to now, husband?" Evelyn asked in a low voice as she stared at the empty cliffs. Vivian, Sirius, and Mattheo had all gone ahead to prepare for the reception. They had a few hours before it was meant to begin and Tom was sure his brother wanted to use it to goof off with his friends instead of checking on the decor like Tom had asked him.
"If anything in that reception is out of place, you're dead," he growled to his brother mentally. They had a bond between them that made legilimency a little easier. It wasn't as strong as the one he shared with Evelyn but it was there. With a lifetime's worth of practice finding the small string in his chest, communicating with him was easy.
"Yes, Tom," his brother said with a gulp. Satisfied, Tom cut off the link and focused on his wife.
"Whatever you like, wife." He couldn't help the grin that spread over his face as he called her that. My wife. "We have about three hours before the reception. How would you like to spend them?"
And then suddenly, there was a mental picture of Evelyn on Tom's lap straddling his cock while screaming his name, fingers that now held a ring on them gripping flesh in the bedroom. Though he certainly wasn't complaining, Tom knew that the picture hadn't come from his own mind. It was Evelyn's.
He growled as he stared at the way she was biting her lip. "That's mine to bite, Little Dove," he rasped huskily before wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her close. "So... you want my cock inside you? You want my hands on you and my lips tasting you? You want to scream my name like the good girl that you are? You want to start our honeymoon night early?"
She shuddered, breathing heavily as she replied, "Yes, sir. I need you."
Oh, he knew that. He could feel her hunger through the glowing cord. Tom was the only one that could satisfy her and that fact felt fucking fantastic. "Then let me spoil you, wife."
He apparated quickly to the Manor, his hands quickly picking her up so he could touch more of her. While he adored how she looked in her elegant, modest lace gown, he had never hated it more until the moment when it was holding him back from her soft skin. "How attached are you to this dress?" His voice sounded like sandpaper.
"Very," Evelyn said, slowly kissing his cheek before leaning back to look at him. Her words and her gentle actions forced Tom to slow down. This is your first time as husband and wife. Make it good for her.
So, almost painfully, Tom took his time undoing every one of those damn little buttons. While his fingers deftly worked, Tom kissed down her neck, taking his time savoring the lingering saltwater air on her skin. A reminder that they had just been at the cliff, that they had just gotten married. That she was his wife.
My wife.
It felt like heaven when the dress was finally off, the lace slowly slinking down her body and onto the floor. He set Evelyn down so she could step out of it and take off her veil. Finally, she was standing in front of him in the sexiest fucking pair of lingerie he had ever seen. Lacy and white with a bustier top that barely contained her pert little breasts and underwear with garters that he wanted to rip off with his teeth. "Remind me to buy you several of these." Evelyn blushed under his heated gaze.
Tom slowly shucked off the many layers of his black tuxedo. The jacket, the vest, the tie, the shirt, and finally, the pants. Until he was just in black underwear that barely contained his desire for her. "Remind me to buy you several of these." He just chuckled and moved toward her, arms instinctively reaching for her.
As soon as he had her in his arms again, Tom sighed. "My wife. My beautiful wife," he murmured whilst kissing her neck. "All mine."
Evelyn sighed, her head falling back while he took his time tasting her. "Yours, Tom."
That was all he needed before his fingers traveled down to the underwear, each finger curling around the hem. His lips never left her neck, not even as he pulled the delicate material down her legs. Tom had to remind himself to be gentle with her when he unclasped her bra and pushed her onto the bed.
You have a reception to go to still. For once, don't leave marks on her. But that was easier said than done considering his brand new wife was in front of him, now naked against him. You can have your way with her tonight. And he definitely would. But now... now was about showing her how much he truly loved her. Now was about giving her everything. Now was about his wife. My wife.
Tom's fingers made their way down to her folds, parting the wet skin easily. Fuck, how was she so perfect? One finger swiftly entered her, another working against her bud, teasing her. They didn't have time for him to do everything he wanted so Tom tried to savor the moment while it lasted.
Evelyn's hands dug into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood but he didn't mind. He was too busy savoring the little whimpers she was making. "Yes, Tom. Yes. More!"
He grinned and kissed her slowly. "Tell me what you want, Little Dove, and perhaps I will grant your wish."
She babbled incoherently, her head falling against his shoulder while his thumb continued to stroke and tease her clit. "What was that, darling?" Tom asked but before she could respond, he inserted a second finger into her tight channel, curling them both until he reached the spot that he knew made her come undone.
"Tom," she cried loudly, biting his shoulder to contain himself. "Tom, please. I need you inside of me."
"Fuck," he hissed, pulling his underwear down. His hard length sprung free, already eager to be sheathed inside of her. A bead of precum glistened from the tip. "I'm so fucking hard for you, darling. I need you."
"Take me, Tom. Take me."
That was all he needed to remove his fingers and prepare to enter her. Evelyn cried out at the loss of his fingers, her head falling against the pillows with frustration. He took her hands and threaded his fingers through them before moving them above her head. Evelyn writhed against her loss of control but he just slapped her pussy. "Now, be a good girl and behave."
And with that, Tom thrust into her once. With a loud moan, her eyes rolled back into her head and her fingers tightened against his own. Fuck, she felt so tight. So fucking good, like she was made for him. Because she was. They were meant to be together. He and Evelyn. He and his wife.
Slowly, Tom continued to move inside of her, thrusting in and out while maneuvering his hips in a way that he knew would hit her g-spot. Evelyn began to whimper loudly with each hard slap of his skin. Sparks flew between them, that familiar sense of oblivion overcoming both of them.
"My wife." Thrust. "My wife." Thrust. "My wife." Thrust. "My." Thrust. "Fucking." Thrust. "Wife."
Soon, Tom felt a familiar heat rise over his body. There was something about seeing her all laid out on the bed for him to view while he rode her into oblivion—her eyes rolling back into her head while her moans were loud and her pussy tight—that made him come undone so easily. Add that to the fact that Tom was the happiest he had been in ages and he was in heaven.
"Tom... Tom, I'm about to..." But Evelyn didn't get to finish her sentence because she spilled over the edge with a scream. And he did too, roaring as jet after jet of hot seed spilled into her insides. That was easily the best sex he had ever had, which only made this day even better, something he hadn't thought possible until now.
"Fuck, darling. You are spectacular," he breathed as he collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her with his weight. Evelyn seemed to still be high up in the clouds so Tom was content to just cup her cheek and wait for her to join him back on Earth. Soon, her breathing evened out and she finally settled. "I love you," he murmured against the soft skin of her neck. "My beautiful wife."
She smiled. "My husband." Then, she giggled, which had him quirking an eyebrow. They just made love and she was giggling? "You were quite gentle."
Tom growled. "It was our first time as husband and wife. Did you want me to whip and choke you?"
He expected her to choke or sputter but she just held his gaze. The only thing that told him she was even affected by his words was the flush of her cheeks, though that could have been from the amazing orgasm they had both just had. "You are more than welcome to, Sir. You're the one in charge."
Originally, Tom thought they only had time for one round of lovemaking. He was trying to be considerate and give her time to fix her hair and makeup before seeing everyone they knew. But after that little comment, there was no way in hell he was having any less than three.
Tom and Evelyn ended up being very late to their reception, though their guests didn't seem to mind one bit considering the alcohol didn't wait for their arrival. He took her in many ways, once from behind while choking her, once with her on his lap like the vision she sent him, once on their sides while Evelyn begged for release, and once in the shower that was meant to clean them up but instead made them dirtier. Each time, Tom was amazed that this woman was his wife. This beautiful woman was his for eternity, the black band on his finger reminding him of the fact every time he looked at his pale, veiny hands. She is yours and you are hers, the metal said. He especially loved the way that ring looked buried inside her pussy or wrapped around her throat. Yes, Tom had never considered himself the loving, married type but now that he was her husband, he wasn't sure how he ever thought that. He should have been married much, much earlier.
The rest of their wedding night was bliss, spent with lots of champagne toasts, a hearty meal full of Evelyn's favorites, her accidentally getting cake frosting all over his nose when she attempted to feed him, friends congratulating them at every time, and them ending the night in a slow dance while the candles twinkled above the ballroom. Tom was sure that his brother was drunk, Theodore Nott was high, and someone somewhere was singing an awful karaoke rendition of "I'll Make Love to You" but he didn't care. Because everything that he did care about was in his arms, her head nestled against his shoulder while a permanent smile rested against his face.
Tom kissed her head while they continued to sway softly to the sounds of the cello while night turned to dawn. The day was beautiful and the night even more so but Tom knew that nothing would ever come close to matching the beauty in his arms.
"My wife," he whispered, laying his head on top of hers. "My beautiful wife."
Why was this chapter more emotional for me to write than the epilogue? I just feel like we've really grown to see them be happy with each other and it's just so beautiful for me. Ugh, tears! I hope you guys are liking these bonus chapters. Thanks for all your support xx