Chapter 12
The group chat went silent for a moment–then, like a tidal wave, messages praising Samuel for his boldness came flooding in.
The smug look on Samuel’s face piqued Natalie’s curiosity. She leaned over and asked, “Samuel, what are you looking at? You look pleased.”
Smoothly switching to a bridal shop’s website, Samuel pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard.
“I was looking at the wedding dresses you’re going to try on later,” he said, his voice low. “Damn… every time I picture you in one, I lose control. I want you now.”
He gazed into her eyes and gently caressed her wrist, sending shivers through her.
Natalie’s cheeks flushed.
“The wedding’s the day after tomorrow. Be patient,” she murmured, snuggling deeper into his arms and burying her face in the crook of his neck.
Thanks to Samuel’s wealth and the tireless efforts of countless crew members working day and night, their grand wedding was finally set for the day after
tomorrow.
Natalie hadn’t minded the wait–until Samuel started tempting her like this. Now, even she was growing impatient.
Oh, what she’d give to get married to him right this second.
Soon, their car pulled up in front of the bridal shop.
The owner and staff had been expecting them, and the moment the couple stepped out, they were warmly welcomed and ushered inside.
Natalie had been trying on wedding dresses all day long.
Apart from telling her she looked stunning in every dress, Samuel made sure to kiss her breathless each time she stepped out in a new one.
She left the bridal shop with nearly 20 wedding dresses, lips swollen and neck littered with hickeys. Mortified, she had no choice but to let Samuel carry her out in
his arms.
At last, the day they had both been waiting for arrived.
The grand wedding was filled to the brim with people, and all the guests toasted the bride and the groom, sending their blessings. As Natalie and Samuel chugged endless glasses of wine amidst the well wishes, both of them ended up drunk by the time they stumbled back to their bedroom.
While Samuel went to take a shower, Natalie shook off her heels and staggered to the balcony. She stood by the edge of the balcony, gazing out at the night view, hoping the cold breeze would help clear her head.
She wanted the night of her big day to end on a perfect note.
The wind sent her locks billowing, revealing her bare back in a fitted red gown.
The moment Samuel stepped out of the bathroom and saw how the dress hugged every curve of her body, he was instantly aroused.
He tiptoed toward her and slipped in close, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her cheek.
Natalie was startled. She spun around and pouted at him, the allure in her intoxicated gaze impossible to resist.
A low chuckle escaped Samuel’s lips. He wrapped an arm around her waist, his hand caressing her as he whispered, “What were you looking at?”
Natalie let out a soft whimper but leaned further into his embrace.
“Nothing,” she replied sweetly. “I was just waiting for you.”
Samuel’s gaze darkened. His grip around her waist instantly tightened as he growled, “So eager, huh? I’ll give it to you right now.”
As he spoke, he scooped her up into his arms and strode into the bedroom. Tossing her onto the bed, he leaned down and pressed himself against her.
Natalie was inexperienced. She had been so nervous that she kept clutching at her clothes, and it took Samuel quite a while to coax her into finally relaxing–until she finally let him have his way with her.
Under the dim lights, one figure moved above the other. His low grunts mingled with her soft whimpers, echoing well into the night.
Compared to Catherine’s prudish attitude in bed, Natalie was much bolder–completely different from how she usually behaved.
And Samuel liked that so much that for the next few days, they didn’t leave the bedroom at all.
They made love everywhere–the couch, the kitchen, the bathroom, and even the balcony bore traces of their passion.
It wasn’t until a week later that a phone call finally tore Samuel away from Natalie.
After hanging up, he kissed her several times and began to get dressed.
There wasn’t a single patch of bare skin on Natalie’s body–she was covered in hickeys. She’d grown used to his intense desire for her, and truth be told, she’d become quite addicted to it herself.
Ris sudden departure stirred something inside her. Not wanting him to go, she propped herself up against the bed and hugged him from behind, resting her cheek against his back
“Can’t you stay?”
