Honeymoon Heat: Promises Kept

The scent of lilies and something undeniably masculine hung in the air, a stark contrast to the nervous flutter in my stomach. It was the night of my honeymoon, and the weight of expectation pressed down on me like a velvet shroud. Just an hour ago, I’d been Alanna Jessabelle Anderson, meticulously rearranging my lingerie, hoping my new husband, Jacob Hark, would find my selection to his liking. Now, legally, I was Alanna Jessabelle Hark, and a knot of anxiety twisted in my gut. Would I be enough for him? Would he find satisfaction where I desperately hoped he would? This morning, I’d been on the cusp of a new life, and now, as I gazed down at the flimsy scraps of lace and silk clinging to my curves, I wondered if my efforts had been futile. The lingerie, a gift from my best friend, China, felt embarrassingly inadequate, barely clinging to my well-rounded hips, the frills doing little to conceal the fullness of my mounds.

Looking back, the events leading up to this moment felt surreal, like a fever dream. Five years ago, their family had been on the brink of financial ruin, their prosperous black family threatened by relentless competition against their rivals. The desperation had led them to consider an arranged marriage, a concept utterly foreign to my own upbringing. My two years younger sister, Jackie, was deemed the perfect candidate, and thankfully, she’d been open to the idea, at least after a period of initial shock. When the proposal arrived, she’d been hesitant, but the thought of her family’s plight ultimately swayed her. They contacted a few older friends, seeking a suitable match for Jackie, and Jacob Hark emerged as the perfect choice.

My role in all of this was as a dutiful maid and housekeeper, catering to their every whim. My brother, Daniel, and I served them, anticipating their needs before they even voiced them. It was an excruciating torture, a silent scream trapped within my chest. The opulent suite, filled with antique furniture and plush carpets, only amplified my discomfort.

“Hi Jacob, you’ve grown so much since the last time I saw you!” My mother gushed, her voice dripping with forced enthusiasm. “I remember it like it was yesterday! So handsome!”

“Hello Mrs. Anderson, Mr. Anderson. It is very nice to see you again after all this time. Thank you for having me over,” Jacob replied, his voice smooth and controlled.

“No, thank you! Please have a seat, my family will be happy to serve you in just a moment. I’d like to introduce my daughter Jackie. I hope you two get along tonight,” my father boomed, his jovial face radiating warmth.

Jackie, radiant in a strapless baby’s breath dress that danced around her knees and silver sandals, looked breathtaking. Her soft, curled hair added to her captivating beauty.

“Nice to meet you Jackie, my name’s Jacob, please call me Jake. You look amazing by the way,” he said, a genuine smile gracing his lips. My breath caught in my throat. Fate, cruel and capricious, had thrown us together.

“Thank you. You look pretty dashing yourself!”

As they broke the ice with a few shared jokes, a sense of normalcy began to creep into the room. Everything felt perfect, almost too good to be true. Then, disaster struck. As I was setting down the drinks, my clumsy hand sent a bright red fruit punch cascading across Jackie’s pristine white dress, staining the fabric in a messy, vibrant mess.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I…I don’t know what I was thinking; let me just-”

“My dress! You messed up my dress. You’re always so clumsy!” Jackie shrieked, her voice laced with disbelief and anger.

“Look, I said I was sorry! What more do you want from me!” I pleaded, tears stinging my eyes.

“Alanna! What did you do?” My mother rushed into the dining room, her expression a mixture of disapproval and exasperation.

“I didn’t do it on purpose! I said I was sorry too, and yet she’s yelling at me!” Daniel exclaimed, his voice rising in protest.

“Look Alanna, we will talk about this later. I want you to apologize again right now to both of them for ruining their evening,” my mother commanded sternly.

“I said sorry already! I-”

“Just say it Alanna! You can be so annoying sometimes!” Jackie continued to harp on the situation.

“Fine. You know what, I’m sorry for causing such trouble. Hope everything goes well,” I choked out, tears finally spilling down my cheeks.

Overwhelmed by shame and embarrassment, I fled the room, stumbling into the kitchen where I heard footsteps approaching. I desperately turned on the faucet, pretending to be busy, hoping to avoid further confrontation.

“Go away!” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“No.”

Slowly, the masculine voice drew closer, the sound resonating through the quiet kitchen. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest as the water continued to run, and then, warm arms encircled me, turning off the water and pulling me closer. The sensation of his embrace was both shocking and strangely comforting. My body trembled as his handsome face came closer, his eyes locking onto mine. I couldn’t move, mesmerized by his presence. Then, his lips descended on mine, soft and sensuous, a gentle invitation that quickly escalated into something deeper. Slowly, I responded, wrapping my arms around his neck, rising to meet him, surrendering to the intoxicating pull of his touch. Seconds later, he released me, his thumb gently wiping away the tears from my eyes.

“Why did you kiss me?” he asked, his voice a low rumble against my ear.

He chuckled, pulling me into his embrace, his hard, sculpted body pressing against mine.

“Because I like you, not your sister. Did you not see me staring you down? Although you’re sister’s beautiful. She’s not my type.”

“I-”

His lips returned to mine, demanding an answer, a confirmation of my feelings. The kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, more urgent. Later, my mother found them locked in a passionate embrace by the sink, Jacob taking the initiative and offering to support them until I would allow them to marry. Five years later, here they were, finally embarking on their journey together.

I heard the door creak open, and my heart pounded in my chest as I braced myself for the inevitable. Jacob entered the suite, his eyes scanning the room before settling on me, lying languidly on the bed.

“Trust your wife to look like a freakin’ sacrificial virgin.” He murmured, his voice laced with a playful arrogance.

My heart plummeted as I realized the implication of his words. My body tensed, awaiting his next move, but he didn’t stop at the doorway. He scooped me up in his arms, carrying me towards the bathroom, my squeal of surprise piercing the silence. He placed me on the toilet lid, his strong hands supporting my weight as he began to unbutton my lingerie, the delicate fabric clinging to my skin.

“Wh-What are you doing?” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper.

“You look a little hot, so I’m going to cool you off,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Jacob proceeded to strip me of my clothes, leaving me in just my bra and panties, the cool air of the bathroom a welcome relief against my heated skin. Then, he turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over my body, the steam enveloping us in a fragrant haze. As the water soaked into my skin, he began to explore my body, his touch both gentle and insistent, teasing me with the promise of more. He moved slowly, deliberately, savoring every sensation, his eyes never leaving mine. The feeling was exquisite, both exhilarating and slightly terrifying. The scent of lavender and sandalwood filled the air as we moved closer, the tension building between us, a silent conversation spoken through touch. His hard, sculpted body pressed against mine, creating a symphony of pleasure and anticipation. My senses heightened, every nerve ending tingling with excitement. As the water continued to fall, washing away my inhibitions, I realized that tonight was going to be unforgettable, and that there would be many more nights like this to come.

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