My Sweet Isabella (The Ambassador Trilogy #3) (25 page)

“Oh no. You must wait till later. I have a few surprises for you.”

“I plan on taking you in every position tonight.”

“I’ll be taking you, in every position. You may need to take a small nap before this reception is over.”

As she kissed me, she said, “You are all mine now and I’m going fuck you into oblivion tonight.”

“You should have said that in your vows. There is nothing I want more tonight then to be fucked into oblivion.”

The evening was beautiful, magical and totally perfect. We danced, drank, and sang until the wee hours of the morning.

Before we headed out to our honeymoon, the band played Non, je ne regretted rien, the song I’d sung to Isabella on the boat the night we were on the River Seine. We looked at each other and laughed. I pulled her close to me and whispered in her ear. “I believe you came to this song once.”

“Yes I did, and I want you to sing to me again tonight when I have come for the twentieth time.”

My parents wedding gift to us was ten days in Bora Bora. The day after we arrived, I sat in the over-the-water bungalow of our exquisite house overlooking the ocean. I watched the boats drift on the ice blue water as I enjoyed the silence and looking down at my wedding band. She was officially mine. I was finally married. I thought back on the past few months. Getting shot, losing her and now having her as my wife. I would do it all over again to have her. I would give up everything for her. What I felt for Isabella could not be bought or sought after. It just was. The way we met and the lengths we went to be together was something you can’t understand. She was made for me and I for her.

I couldn’t sleep, and I had just showered while my Isabella still slept. The place we were staying in was amazing. The floor was glass and I was standing on top of the ocean while I walked around this bungalow. I could move here eventually. I saw her tanned muscular leg sticking out from the mammoth bed we had made love on all night. The sight of her leg made my cock hard. Even after what we did the night before, I wanted to do it all over again and again. I wanted to run my tongue up her beautiful sculpted leg until I made my way to her pussy. I had a feeling we wouldn’t be leaving this bungalow much. Thank God for room service.

I heard a rustling in the bedroom as I looked to see my new wife waking up. The woman was beautiful beyond comprehension. I remember the first time I saw her when she came to interview for the job as my assistant. I knew then I would not be the same. I didn’t care what I lost, I knew I had to have her. We traveled a rough road to get to where we were, but I was relieved we were married. I couldn’t imagine having a life without her. There was no life without her. I adored being alone with her again and I planned on enjoying every second of her and our time together.

“Fabrice,” she said, in her husky well fucked voice. I walked into our room and stood by the bed. The one woman I have wanted the most in my life was in front of me naked and wanting me again. Me, who was scared, damaged and almost wrecked. She saw past my scars and wounds and loved me for who I was. She loved me and nothing, not money, the Ambassadorship or anything else mattered. With her I was the man I needed to be. With her, I was just Fabrice Arbidoux.

“Why are you up already, baby?” she asked, sleepily with her beautiful dark brown eyes hooded in sleep.

“I couldn’t sleep, and I wanted to see the sun come up over the ocean. This place is like paradise,” I said.

“I have all the paradise I need to see standing right in front of me. I want you, Fabrice.”

“Isabella,” I groaned. I pushed my boxers down and stood in front of her naked.

“You are all I need or ever will need. I’m so happy, Fabrice” she said. She pressed her face into my stomach, breathing me in, and grabbing my bare ass. I couldn’t resist her and the sight of my Isabella lying on the bed wanting me, was enough to make my cock stone hard.

She pulled me down on top of her. “Come here and make love to me.”

“I live to make love to you, Isabella. Satisfying you is why I was born.” I slipped inside her pussy with little effort. She had to be sore after the night we had. Listening to the ocean and the silence serenaded our love making.

She whispered in my ear as she raked her hands through my hair. “I love when you’re inside me,” My skin tingled with every stroke and my body tightened. I enjoyed teasing her by giving her a little and then taking my cock out. The next stroke was deeper and then I would stop. The more I did that the wetter she became for me.

I devoured her breasts and sucked her nipples while I thrust myself in her slowly and tantalizing. I heard a moan escape my throat as she teased me, letting her tongue run up and down my neck.

I loved to look down and see her engrossed in making love to me. Watching her was a gift in itself. I was the luckiest man on earth the moment I saw her. I ached knowing how much we loved each other. How being apart nearly killed us.

Her moans became louder and her breathing more labored. “Fabrice, I’m going to come. Please don’t stop.”

“Yes baby, I want you to come with me. Tease yourself and enjoy every inch going in and out of you. How perfectly I fit inside you,” I said, slowing down the thrusts until I was dying for more. She grabbed my ass and squeezed hard bringing me inside her more. I stopped thrusting and lay on top of her. My cock throbbing inside and her pussy clenching me tight.

“Please, Fabrice,” she begged. I could feel her smile as I kissed her full pouty full lips that were warm and wet.

looked down at her. Her eyes were half closed as she stared at me. Then she started gyrating under me.

Her hands let go of my ass and trailed along my back and shoulders. My hands fisted in her hair as we rocked to our own rhythm.

She stopped and looked at me again. “I live for you.” I wonder if she knew what she did to me saying that. To hear her say that was amazing. No one has ever said that. The rush that took over me was as if I was on a high powered drug. My heart pounded and my body was tense. She moaned when I grabbed her hair and pulled.

“Come inside me, Fabrice.” Sparks shot up my spine. My balls grew tight, and I knew I was almost there. When I came, she shuddered and came with me. Together we rode out the orgasm as I held on for dear life. I collapsed on her and buried my face in her neck. We were both drenched in sweat.

“I meant it when I said you are the greatest thing God created,” I whispered in her ear. “I love you so much, Isabella.”

“I love you more.”

I rolled off her and gathered her in my arms. My leg held up pretty good through that round. She stroked my newly messed hair as she lay on my chest.

“I was always yours, Fabrice. No one will ever take your place. I’ve been yours since I was born,” she whispered, as she looked up and kissed my chin.

“I still can’t believe we made it here,” I said.

“Bora Bora? I never knew you wanted to come here so bad.” Isabella lifted her head to look at me.

“No, that we are now married.”

“Well, we would have gotten married sooner, but you lost your mind and kicked me out of the house.” Now she was being a comedian.

“That’s not entirely correct. You agreed to leave, took off my ring, and refused to see me. I’m not all to blame.”

“Bullshit. You told me to go and the wedding was off. I was pissed. Do you know that Marin was at my condo the next week and knew what happened?”

I had no idea. “Why didn’t you ever tell me that?”

“I forgot, I really did until now. She said the two of you were back together and I was to leave you alone. She would be taking care of you and you sent her to the condo to inform me that we would never be together again,” she laughed. I remember Marin telling me she hurt Isabella, and she would again. This is what she meant.

“I wish you would have told me. She came to my office the same day I went to your parents’ house, begging me to take her back. I had to get nasty with her and threaten her to leave you alone. I see my threats worked. I never spoke to her before or after that. How would she have found out?”

“Everyone knew you broke off your engagement. Not only was I heartbroken, but I was humiliated.”

Isabella smiled at me “Wait till she finds out we are actually married. I may have to kick her ass if she bothers me again.” She snuggled back into my arms.

“Be my guest. I want to watch though. About our time in Paris, I’m so sorry. Isabella, I will spend the rest of my life making that up to you.” She blinked up at me fighting to keep tears from pooling in her eyes.

“You already did. You made me your wife and that is the best gift in the world.”

I caressed her hair and ran my fingertips across her cheeks and she relaxed. I drifted off to sleep thinking about how far we have come since the terrorist attack and what brought us back together. Our love was something out of a fairytale. Our love was not going to end. No one or nothing would ever take her from me again.

Before I fell asleep, I told her what I had been thinking about.

“You know now that were married, you should stop taking the pill and see what happens.” I wanted to have a child with her. To see a part of each of us grown inside her would be the ultimate gift of love.

“Oh really? You want me knocked up and fat?”

“I would love you knocked up and fat.” There was a silence as she looked up at me again.

“Well, I’m one step ahead of you. I quit taking the pill last week. We may already have your wish granted, Ambassador.”

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