Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 425

#Chapter 425 – Under the Moon

Cora

After I dress, I surprise myself by feeling a little shy as I reach for the door to the bathroom to go back to the tiny bedroom where Roger’s waiting or me.

Because, I mean, it’s no secret why we’re here. And Roger’s not stupid – he probably figured out what I was doing when I went into the bathroom with a big white box.

But still – it’s always something, isn’t it? Anticipating what it might be like when the man you love sees you in your wedding dress for the first time. And as I think it, quite suddenly, I can’t wait.

I pull the bathroom door open and step back into the bedroom, my eyes instantly going to Roger, standing by the open doors to the beach, the ocean air lifting his hair lightly in the breeze.

And, as I knew they would be, his eyes are already on me. Because he was waiting. And my face bursts into a grin as his expression goes slack.

I feel it all down the bond, which is open to me right now. His awe, and his pride – his love, his desire, the overwhelming swell of pleasure that comes from seeing how beautiful he thinks I look right now on this night – in this dress

“Cora,” he says, the sound of my name rough as it works its way from his tight throat. But it’s the only word he can manage, lifting a hand to cover his mouth and shaking his head at me, just staring.

I turn a little so that I’m facing him completely, still smiling so hard my face might start aching if I keep this up for much longer.

“So, you like it?” I ask, twisting a little so that he can see more of the dress, see how the beadwork catches the light of the fire and makes the dress look incandescent in the glowing dark of this little bedroom.

his chest, his only answer. And I burst out laughing and cross the room to him, holding

the dress for himself, as well as the contrast it presents to the bare skin of my back, my arms. He lowers his face to mine, kissing me softly as he traces his fingertips down the

so I can keep my hands on you? Or far away, so I can see again how beautiful you look? God, Cora – this dress was made for

wrapping my arms around his waist. “I liked it too. Ella made me try on

that I’m going to have to rip it to shreds when I tear if off your body in like,

defensively clutching the dress

be able to help it. How

is one zipper,” I say, swatting at him. “And you will respect

blushing, because I myself now am

says, his mouth quirking up as he senses it. “Tell

and

have no real intention of letting Roger be the boss of our lives, like Ella and Sinclair – his gentle fingers under

with

annoyance, or anything like that. But simply because he can’t help it, because

same thought: that we have so much life ahead of us, and

commitment to me, to us, and to our future. It

to the bed, but as I realize

asks, a little

within me until this very moment. And then I look back up into

asks, confused. “Cora, there’s nothing

head, utterly

he laughs a little, not really understanding but not caring much. He gives a quick shrug and then turns to the bed, yanking the duvet off the top and wrapping it into a ball. Then, he passes it to me. Confused, I take it, but as soon as I do Roger dips down, wrapping one arm around

enjoying every minute of it, and I nod towards the beach, and the

you will it.” And then he carries me out into the sand, which as

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