The wedding reception was held on the other end of the beach. The whole area was decorated with paper lanterns, fairy lights, candles and extravagant flower arrangements. The sparkling blue water of the sea, the scent of ocean breeze and the sunset flooding the sky with colors added to the beauty of the day. Rustic furniture, vintage rugs, chalk board signs were used to complement the bohemian theme. When it became dark, bonfires and tiki torches were lit, creating a relaxed, intimate atmosphere.

The French champagne house, Moët & Chandon, exclusively made a limited edition of champagne just for our wedding, which was served in abundance to the guests along with Beluga Caviar.

After dinner, it was time to kick off the dancing part of the evening. We had chosen a local band to perform because they matched the theme of the wedding and also because we wanted to give them exposure.

I took Kate's hand and led her to the dance floor erected on the sand, which was surrounded by dozens of huge flaming tiki torches. As the band started playing the song, Lento, I pulled her into my arms, holding her right hand in my left, pressing my other hand on her upper back. With her free hand wrapped around my neck we started moving to the sensual kizomba music.

"This is the happiest day of my life." She murmured with a smile that took my breath away. "I can't believe you're finally mine."

"Only yours, baby." I let my hand drop to her lower back and guided her hip movements to the beat. The way her body was so deliciously pressed against mine made me long for the moment when I finally could be alone with her. "You really are the most beautiful bride I've ever seen. With that dress and those flowers in your hair you look like you belong in a fairy tale. But you know what, though?"

"What?"

"As lovely as you look in that dress, I can't wait to remove it off you. I've half a mind to just skip the rest of the reception and take you away."

The way she blushed made my body react in all the right ways. "Then what's stopping you?" She whispered scraping her nails on my nape. "We can leave right now."

"And I thought I was the impatient one." I grinned bending my head to kiss her. Her lips parted instantly giving me access and I slid my tongue over hers. As much as I was tempted to keep going, I kept it brief, reminding myself we were not alone.

"I love you, so, so much." She said against my mouth, then smiled. "My gorgeous husband."

"Your husband. I like the sound of it." There was a time I had lost all hope of ever making her mine. But now she was finally my wife and I was overwhelmed with happiness. "And I love you too, my beautiful wife." I murmured in her ear and had the satisfaction of feeling the shiver that went through her body.

The song was coming to an end so I moved her body sideways and smoothly shifted the dance style from kizomba to bachata. Without missing a beat, she followed my lead. With my right knee between her legs, I pulled her even closer by the hips.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, her body rolling against me in a way that made me catch my breath. With a tantalizing smile, she moved away from me in a twirl and then came back again, resting one elbow on my shoulder and the other on my chest, and kissed me.

It was almost two in the morning when Jason and I said goodbye to everyone and climbed into the limo that was taking us to the Perez hotel. We were spending the night there before flying out on our honeymoon the next day. However, when we arrived at the hotel, Jason took the private elevator straight to the roof of the building instead of the presidential suite.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see." He nipped my nose playfully before walking me out of the elevator. The rooftop had a helipad and a sleek black helicopter was waiting. It had the name 'Perez' painted on it in silver. Two men were standing beside it and before I could ask Jason what was going on, he had me inside the helicopter and strapped into the passenger's seat.

He stayed outside talking to the men for about five minutes before he climbed inside. To my surprise, he settled himself in the pilot's seat.

My mouth dropped open. "You're the pilot?"

He leaned over and planted a long slow kiss on my surprised mouth. "Don't look so scared, baby." He teased. "I'm licensed."

"Since when?"

"I learned how to fly before I even learned to drive. But I got my license when I was in college."

He pulled out two headphones and placed one snugly over my ears before putting the other one on himself. He played with the controls and the engine started roaring and the propellers above started to turn.

I heard him talking to someone through the headphone, talking to a local tower by the sounds of it and asking for clearance. He started flipping switches above him and a moment later the chopper lifted off the ground and we were airborne.

"You okay?" Jason asked me through the headphones we were wearing.

"Just a bit nervous." It was my first time in a chopper.

"Trust me, baby. I know what I'm doing." He gave me a reassuring smile that instantly helped me calm my nerves. Seeing the island lights spread below me was exhilarating and after a few minutes I was enjoying the ride.

Several minutes later, he told me we were going to land. I looked out the window and saw a yacht anchored below us in the ocean. Lights illuminated the exterior of it and I could even see that there were lights on board. He started the descending and the chopper hovered over the helipad of the yacht before making a really smooth landing.

I shot him an impressed look. It seemed like the man I had married was full of surprises. Just three days before the wedding, while trying to choose a song for our first dance, I had learned that he took dance lessons in college. According to him, Cheryl had forced him and Nathan to go with her. He was pretty good at all dance styles and ended up teaching me the basics of kizomba and bachata for our first dance.

"What other talents are you hiding?"

He shut the engine down and helped me take off the seat belt and shoulder straps. "I can play a little guitar, but can't sing to save a life." Humor shone in his eyes and he climbed out of the chopper and jogged around to my side.

He helped me out and led me down. The yacht had three decks in total. On the second level there was even a huge swimming pool with a built in curved bar in the middle of it. It really was luxurious.

"Is this yacht yours?"

"Ours."

"It's beautiful. Is there any crew on board or are we the only one here?"

"It's just us." He slipped his arms around me from behind and kissed my shoulder.

"What, no Alex or Ben?" I teased. Ever since I was released from hospital, he had hired Alex as my permanent bodyguard and driver, making sure I never went anywhere without protection.

He laughed and nipped at my neck playfully before pointing towards the flashing lights of a smaller boat up a few miles from us. "There's our security detail."

"Are they going to be there on our honeymoon too?" When he nodded, I sighed. "So romantic."

He grinned. "They'll keep out of sight, you won't even know they are there." He nuzzled my neck softly. "Paige helped pack a bag for you. I had it delivered here earlier today. It's in the bedroom. Do you want to freshen up?" I didn't want to move out of his arms but I really needed to use the bathroom.

"Yeah. Just give me two minutes."

The inside of the yacht was as luxurious as the outside. The huge lounge had soft leather couches and a fireplace. A wet bar was at one side and an entertainment center on the other side. There were four bedrooms with en-suite bathrooms. I found my bag in the master bedroom and sighed in relief when I saw Paige had packed everything I kept back in the hotel room.

After freshening up, I went outside and found Jason in the wet bar, a bottle of champagne in his hands. There was a bowl of dark red strawberries on the counter. While I was inside, he had taken the time to light up several candles all over the place and it filled the air with the pleasant aroma of vanilla. He had even put on some music and it played softly in the background.

He had taken his bow tie and suspenders off and the top three button of his shirt were undone. He looked so breathtaking in the flickering candle light, I felt myself go weak in the knees just by looking at him.

He spotted me and gave me a slow appraising look. "Have you any idea how beautiful you look right now?"

"I was just thinking the same thing about you." I murmured taking the champagne bottle out of his hands and placing it on the counter. "You literally take my breath away."

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I brought my lips a fraction of an inch away from his. His eyes darkened instantly but he didn't move. I kissed the corner of his mouth, teasing the outline of his lips with the tip of my tongue. His breath escaped in a hiss and I smiled, loving the effect my touch had on him. When my teeth tugged on his bottom lip, he groaned and crushed me against him.

I parted my lips under his and he immediately took control of the kiss. My body responded to the hunger in his mouth, the hot and demanding sweeps of his tongue. He tasted like strawberries and I figured he must have eaten some while I was inside. One of his hands trailed down, cupping my butt and pulling me flush against his arousal. And just like that my mind shut off. I couldn't see anything past the intense need clouding me.

I needed to touch him. Needed to feel his warm skin under my hands. Breaking the kiss, I pulled away slightly and reached for the buttons of his shirt. He was breathing hard and watched me from beneath hooded eyes as I peeled off his shirt.

His chest gleamed in the candle light. My eyes drank in the masculine sight of him. "So beautiful." I whispered running fingers across his hard chest and over the well-defined abs. The low riding pants accentuated his V cut and my mouth went dry at how perfect he was.

His muscles rippled under my touch and he groaned when I gently scraped my nails over his navel. The look on his face made my body ache with longing. The dark need in his blue eyes made them appear almost black. His harsh breathing was mixed with the soft music that was playing. Without breaking his gaze, I let my hand drift lower and closed my fingers over the length of him through the pants.

His whole body jolted and he groaned reaching for my hand. "Not so fast, baby." His voice was strained. "Let's take it slow."

Taking him by surprise, I pushed him against the wall. "I don't want slow." I kissed his throat, running my teeth on the taut skin, while I continued stroking him through the fabric.

"It's our wedding night, I want to make it special for you. I..." His broke off on a groan when my hand slipped under the waistband of the pants and I curled my fingers around his hard length. He hissed a curse and his whole body trembled as my hand moved up and down in slow torturous strokes.

He made a sound at the back of his throat and grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. His mouth came down on me with an almost brutal force. Sensations consumed me. I wanted him so much. Needed him with an intensity that was bordering on painful. I was so wet I ached to feel him inside me. But I didn't want to give up control so fast. I needed to see him lose control first. I tore my mouth away from him and he growled in protest.

I sank on to my knees, reached for his pants and quickly freed him. As I wrapped my fingers around him again, I looked up and met his gaze. I was hypnotized by the raw, naked hunger on his face. Without breaking our gaze, I slowly kissed him, running my tongue over his length.

My name escaped his mouth in a guttural groan. Seeing him so close to losing control was so satisfying. I took him in my mouth, intent on driving him crazy. His hips jerked as I took him in deeper, as much as I could. The sounds he made drove my own excitement and I increased the pressure.

Soon he was flexing his hips forward, his hand wound tight in my hair as he thrust in and out, hitting the back of my throat. "Fuck, baby. I'm close." He gasped out, his movement growing frantic. He tried to pull out at the last minute but I held on tight, and watched him helplessly come apart in my mouth. He looked so vulnerable at that moment, so utterly beautiful and knowing that I had driven him to so much pleasure made my insides soar.

With a quick tug, he pulled me up and pushed me against the wall. "That was fucking incredible." He whispered before his mouth found mine in a fiery kiss. He tugged my dress down, exposing me to his eyes. His hands and mouth suddenly seemed to everywhere. His tongue and teeth tormented my body until I was trembling with need.

He tore off my panties and used his knee to spread my legs. "How do you want it?" His fingers skimmed over my wetness and I cried out, my fingers digging into his biceps. "Do you want me to take you to bed and make love to you?" Two fingers pushed into me. "Or do you want me to fuck you right here?

"Here. Fuck me." I gasped out, desperate to feel him inside me. We could make love later, but right now I wanted him to take me hard. "Please."

He pulled his hand away and, before I knew what he was planning, had me bent over the counter. In one smooth thrust, he entered me from behind, going so deep I couldn't even breath. I felt so full, so stretched and just like always he gave me time to adjust.

"Okay?"

His voice was so tight as if it was taking all his control not to move. The sensation of having him embedded so deep inside me robbed me of speech. All I could do was move my head in a nod.

He started moving then, slow torturous strokes at first, but then getting rougher as he drove me towards the first orgasm. My body shattered into a million pieces and I cried out his name, my knuckles white as I gripped the edge of the counter.

The force of his movement rocked the counter and as if from a distance, I heard something fall and crash but both of us were far too gone to care. I felt him in every cell of my body. There was nothing sweet or tender about the way he took me. It was hard and rough, just like I needed. My mind blanked with mindless ecstasy as another orgasm ripped through me. It was exquisite. Almost unbearable. The mix of pleasure and pain was suddenly too much. I wasn't sure I could survive another orgasm.

I was almost sobbing as the sensations threatened to break me. "I can't." I gasped looking at him over my shoulder. "It's too much."

"You can. Trust me, baby. Just one more time." He lifted my hips, reaching a deeper angle and my body convulsed. Pleasure ricocheted through all of my nerve endings. It was so overwhelming tears stung my eyes. I could feel the pressure building again. My moans turned louder with each powerful stroke of his.

"Let go." He said hoarsely, reaching between us and pressing his thumb on my swollen clit. "I've got you, baby. Let go for me."

My body bucked and sobs clogged my throat as I went over the edge. All I could do was feel the kaleidoscopic sensations that rippled through me in shock waves. I was completely and utterly spent. I heard him growl my name as he followed me and then his weight was pressing on me. He felt heavy but neither of us had the strength to move.

It was several minutes later that he lifted himself off me and pulled me up into a sitting position on the counter. I slumped bonelessly against him, my face buried in his neck. My body was still pulsating from the after effects on the intense release. He held me until I recovered, his hands moving comfortingly on my back.

When I finally lifted my head, he framed my face with his hands and brushed his thumbs tenderly on my tear streaked cheeks. "Was I too rough?" He asked, concern clouding his eyes.

"You were perfect. As always." I smiled kissing his palm. "Although I do feel a bit sore."

He grinned and brushed his lips on my forehead. "That can be taken care of. I'll be right back." He left me and came back in a few minutes. He swung me into his arms and carried me out, past the swimming pool, and stopped at a huge hot tub Jacuzzi.

"Oh, this feels so good." I sighed as he lowered me into the bubbling water. The warm water jets hit from all sides. "And it smells heavenly."

"I poured a few drops of lavender oil in the water." He placed a sweet kiss on my nose and went back inside. He came out with two champagne bottles and popped them open before handing me one. "Couldn't find any glasses." He explained as he eased into the tub opposite me.

"Great. I've always wanted to drink expensive champagne straight out of the bottle." I grinned and held out the bottle in a toast. "Here's to my gorgeous husband."

The corners of his mouth tugged up. "And here's to my beautiful wife." He clinked his bottle to mine and took a sip. He ran a hand through his hair and flexed his shoulders. I couldn't help admiring the way the muscles rippled impressively.

He caught me staring and grinned. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about how much I adore you. And how lucky I am to have you."

"Not as lucky as I am to have you, baby."

The way he was looking at me made my heart flutter. I placed the champagne bottle on the ledge of the tub and held out my hand. "Come here."

When he moved over to me, I spread my legs and guided him between them, with his back to my front. He leaned back and rested his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, loving the feel of him against me. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby."

It was a full moon night and the sky glittered with countless stars. We sat there in comfortable silence, both of us enjoying the beautiful and intimate moment. It was hands down the best night of my life. I couldn't have imagined a more perfect wedding night. I felt as though I would burst with joy.

I peeked at Jason and saw that his eyes were closed. "Are you sleeping?" I whispered softly.

"You're naked and wet. Sleep is the last thing on my mind."

"I'm beginning to think I've married an insatiable man." I teased.

He shifted, angling his body sideways to face me and then flashed me that trademark smirk of his. "Are you complaining?"

"Never. I can't get enough of you."

His eyes smoldered, sending shivers down my spine. He curved one hand around my nape, pulled my head down and took my lips in a kiss that was slow, seductive and toe-curlingly good.