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The atmosphere fell into silence as the congregation anticipated the words to come from the groom. Donovan's voice filled the room, confident, laced with sincerity. "Boma, today as I stand before you and our loved ones, I vow to lead and protect our union. I promise to be a guiding force, offering direction and unwavering support. I pledge to be the rock you can lean on, the pillar of strength in times of uncertainty. I vow to be a leader in our partnership, ensuring that our journey together is filled with purpose, direction, and unwavering determination. I will walk alongside you, sharing wisdom and strength, and leading us through life's challenges. I pledge my loyalty, not just as your husband but as a leader committed to your happiness and well-being. Your ambitions and dreams will be at the forefront of my obligations and guidance, and I will do everything in my power to nurture them. I promise to foster an environment of trust and respect, where our love can grow stronger
The wedding reception for Boma and Donovan unfolded at a luxurious hotel. It exuded opulence and grandeur with enough food to go around. The lavish ballroom was adorned with elaborate floral arrangements, twinkling lights, and an atmosphere of prestige. As the evening began, the guests gathered around tables adorned with exquisite centerpieces, the clinking of crystal glasses resonating through the air. The evening commenced with live music serenading the room, casting a sophisticated and romantic ambiance over the celebration. Donovan, the epitome of charisma and dominance, stood by Boma, his newly-wedded bride, his possessive arm wrapped around her, as they made their grand entrance. Ronald, his voice, smooth and commanding, pierced the air as he toasted their union. "Tonight, we celebrate a union destined for greatness," his voice boomed, the undertones of authority evident. "To my grandson's beautiful bride, who graces this room with her presence and beauty." As the appla
Donovan and Boma bid their guests farewell, their arms linked in a shared moment of quiet contentment. Donovan, in his sleek black silk shirt and tailored trousers, exuded an air of quiet confidence and refined elegance. Boma, draped in a navy blue silk evening dress with delicate lace accents, exuded a captivating blend of grace and understated allure, her dark hair cascading in loose waves around her shoulders. With the sounds of laughter and joy fading, and the sun beginning its descent, Donovan and Boma, strolled from the reception grounds to Donovan's chosen mode of transportation. The timeless Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud, a symbol of enduring grace, sat regally in close proximity, its exquisite design exuding a sense of refinement. With the hours slipping away, the ambient lighting around the reception grounds intensified the allure of the vehicle. The polished body of the Silver Cloud gleamed, its sleek contours catching the fading light. Donovan guided Boma towards the wait
Donovan made a stop at a park so they could eat some of the food from the wedding that Hilda had packed for them inside a flask to keep it warm. Hilda had also packed some cake, wine and drinks in an intricately adorned basket.They had not had the time to eat properly and were both hungry.Donovan was surprised at his composure even as Boma sulked away. The usual impatient him would have backhanded her by now and told her to behave but he wanted her to be happy. He considered the day too important to invite tears.He considered it his duty to steer their emotions in the right direction, especially on a special occasion such as their wedding day. No, he refused to let her ruin it for them.The funny thing was, instead of getting impatient, he was rather amused at the moment. He guessed the joy of seeing her as his wife surpassed any attitude she decided to give him at this point in time.They were seated side by side at their table as they ate. It was Donovan's way of seating with her
As the zip slid down to the end just below her bra line, Boma felt a rush of vulnerability overwhelm her.She was overcome with desire but also conflicting emotions. She did not want to have sex with him to hurt him for being controlling.Knowing him, he was determined to consumate the marriage and he had said as much. But tonight she wanted to be the one in control and she must stand her ground.His fingers left her zipper and traveled ever so softly to the hands of her dress. He tugged them to their sides and she felt the material drop to her waist, exposing her bosom in the sheer red lingerie top that encased her pert breasts."I'm glad you wore it for me." He said. "It looks astonishing on your beautiful body. Makes me curious to see the matching one beneath your beautiful curves."He had bought her the undies and told her to wear it on their wedding day. He wanted to have fun uncovering it, he shamelessly told her in the note that came with the dress which had been delivered at
Following his subtle but firm demand, Boma continued to stare at him, awash with shame at the thought of complying. "You heard me." His voice was a murmur, heavy with expectation. Reluctantly, she let her hands drop to her sides. His eyes became inflamed with desire at the lushious sight before him. Her bosom, firm, pert with points that enticed him to the core. Her hands started to lift in a move to cover her vulnerability. "Don't even think about it." Her hands dropped to her sides again and he watched her points harden under his gaze. Her breathing became fast and he could see her trembling slightly under his relentless perusal. "You're mine to savour." He said and she didn't know why she suddenly felt her core start to moisten. "Get used to my eyes feasting on you. Ok?" She nodded, unable to find her voice. Goosebumps had surrounded her skin, kissing it fervently in response to his dominance. He stepped closer as though he could not get close enough. Embarrassed by what w
Donovan released his hold over her hand. He had sensed her resistance. He could still recall her protests in the car. Hence her words didn't come as much of a surprise. Still, they sparked a fierce anger in him. Her eyes widened in further panic as his lashes narrowed at her and his jaw tightened. Amidst his turbulent emotions, he struggled, managing to contain himself, reminding himself that this was their wedding night. He wanted nothing but good memories. He was prepared to take responsibility for their happiness. The air in the room thickened as he processed her words. As if by a miracle, his angry demeanor quickly began to subside as he considered that she had her reasons and he was ready to hear her out. "Why a year?" he asked, his tone a blend of curiosity and faintly subsiding fury. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken tension as they navigated this uncharted territory in their newlywed relationship. Boma was afraid he would explode in anger but n
94 At his promise, delivered with calm determination in that deep and sensual husky voice, her heart thudded anew. She was overwhelmed with need, she was anxious, she was astonished. "D..." She didn't even know why she was calling him. "I love when you call me that." He said with a smirk, one finger gently caressing her cheek. It moved to her ear and then his lips replaced his finger "Now, let me go back to handling my baby." He murmured for her hearing before starting to lick her there, inviting new sensations as her body heated up with lust again. He played with one ear using his fingers while he loved the second with his tongue. Her moans and squirms returned, intensifying as he began to move his hardness against her crotch without making any attempt to penetrate her. The new sensation sent her senses spiraling out of control. The rocking motion was slow, binding, causing her to want more as her hips began to move up against him, seeking more. Her orgasm was building again