Vows of Love Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
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I shuffled my feet anxiously, my eyes glued to the entrance to the chapel.

“Relax, Madison, I didn’t think you were the nervous type.”

“Impatient,” I growled, my eyes straying to the clock. It was two minutes past five. The ceremony should have already started. Had Brielle changed her mind? Did I need to go chase her ass down and bring her back?

My runaway thoughts scattered when the double doors opened, and I saw the vision of perfection walking through them.

Brielle had chosen a floor-length silk gown that clung to her bombshell curves. The material scooped around her torso, baring her shoulders, but the dress had long sleeves. Her blond curls were swept away from her face on one side by a sparkly comb, and the rest hung down her back.

She’d worn subtle makeup, but it accentuated her features in an ethereal way that made me think of an angel. But I knew the sinful temptress inside her, and it made my cock swell.

Shit. I shifted my thoughts away from breeding my wife while she wore that heavenly dress and focused on my love for her.

The smile on her face was radiant, and I couldn’t help but wonder what I’d done to get so damn lucky. I didn’t deserve Brie, but I would never let her go.

“You look so handsome,” she breathed when she finally stood before me. Her eyes heated as she took in my appearance. Drew had managed to have a tux custom tailored and sent up to my room this morning after Brielle left for her hair appointment and final dress fitting.

My hair was pulled back and secured neatly behind my neck, and because I knew she loved the feel of my whiskers on her thighs, I hadn’t shaved.

“I have never seen anything more stunning than you, baby,” I murmured as I stepped toward her.

“You’re kind of skipping to the end there, Madison,” Drew drawled, earning himself a scowl from me. But I stayed in place when Brielle giggled and looked at the officiant. “Can you hurry and get started, please? We have somewhere to be.”

A wicked grin stole across my face, and Brie’s cheeks bloomed with pink. The only place we were headed after this was our hotel room, and I loved knowing she was as desperate as I was to get there.

Every day, I found yet another reason this woman was perfect for me.

The ceremony was beautiful. At least, I assumed it was because Brielle’s eyes teared up even as she gave me a breathtaking smile. I wasn’t paying the officiant much attention because I couldn’t stop marveling at the incredible woman binding herself to me. I snapped out of it for a moment when we made our vows of love. When I slipped the engagement ring and wedding band on her finger, something inside me settled. Then the priest announced us as man and wife, and peace invaded my mind and body.

Brielle had been mine since the moment we met, but now it was official. And the best part about eloping to Vegas was that we had no reception to attend and no people to greet. Nothing stopped us from going right up to our room to celebrate.

I held Brie’s hand as we exited the chapel and walked to the elevator. Once we were inside and the doors slid closed, I pulled her into my arms for a slow, sweet kiss. Then the lift glided to a stop, and the doors whooshed open. Before she could go anywhere, I grabbed my new wife and tossed her over my shoulder, carrying her into the small vestibule and over to the door.

Brielle was laughing and playfully smacked my ass as I entered our suite.

“Baby, you should know better than to poke the bear,” I growled, slapping one of her luscious globes.

Inside the bedroom, I set her on her feet, but before I could make another move, she held out her hands and backed up, bumping into the bed. “Wait,” she huffed.

“What the fuck for?” I snapped, inching forward.

“This dress is one of a kind, and I want to wear it to the wedding with our friends and family.”

“Okay,” I said impatiently, “then why are you stopping me from helping you out of it?”

Her eyes narrowed, and she propped her hands on her birthing hips. “Because we both know that if you get anywhere near this dress, you’re going to rip it.”

Dammit. She was probably right.

“But if you can rein yourself in for just a couple more minutes and let me carefully strip out of it, I promise you’ll be rewarded. You can rip off what’s underneath.”

“Those are acceptable terms,” I told her, licking my lips in anticipation.

She pointed at the bed. “Sit.”

A single eyebrow rose at her command, and she huffed. “You can take over once my dress is safe. For the moment, be a good caveman and sit. Enjoy the freaking show, Lennox.”


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