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Date Posted: Monday, October 23, 10:31:43am
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Jacqueline
's message, "An English Love Chps 39 onward" on Tuesday, October 17, 10:07:59am
Nikita was so excited to be marrying Michael, she could barely hear the Latin words coming out of the bishop’s mouth. He was chanting a prayer welcoming everyone to this event.
Nikita’s dress was so big that she felt she was carrying bags of sand. Her train stretched many feet behind her and her veil blocked her from looking over at Michael. She felt as if she had yards and yards of garments wrapped around her slender body. All of this hurrah would not be something she preferred, but the endgame was having Michael as her husband. He would hers to love.
The bishop went through readings in Latin and English. The celebration seemed to pass quickly. Nikita remained stoic and bold throughout the ceremony. The bishop spoke loudly.
“Lord Michael Samuelle, you have been presented with this woman to be your wife under God’s church and English Law. Do you accept her as your wife and promise to fulfill your holy duties as her husband?” Michael looked deeply into Nikita’s eyes as he replied to the bishop. “I do.”
Nikita felt her stomach tying into knots. He was looking directly into her eyes and promised to love her without saying it.
The bishop turned to Nikita and repeated similar vows, “Lady Nikita, do you accept this man as your husband under God’s church and English law? Will you promise to honor and obey him and fulfill your holy duties as his wife?”
She was so lost in Michael’s eyes, she almost forgot to answer the bishop. She looked at the bishop who had an impatient look on his face. “I do.”
“Please place the rings on each other’s fingers as a sign of your commitment.”
Michael slid her ring onto her finger and then brought her hand to his mouth. He lightly kissed her hand and looked into her eyes. “With this ring, I thee wed.”
Nikita was breathless and stared at him. To feel his lips lightly touch her hand sent a thousand sensations burning throughout her body.
She took his ring and placed it on his finger. “With this ring, I thee wed.” She smiled a bit after she said it.
The bishop cleared his throat and they both turned to him. “I now pronounce this marital union finalized under the Church of England and in the name of the King of England.”
“Lord and Lady Samuelle, rise and greet your people.”
Michael finally cracked a smiled at Nikita and directed her to look at the people in the audience. He held her arm and led her down the aisle towards the back of the church. The nodded as people offered their congratulations. Nikita had to put on a fake smile for all of these pompous people whom she hoped she would not have to see for a long time.
She saw Lady Adrian and was glad she would no longer have to hear her complaining and bantering. She then looked over at her mother and father. Her mother had tears in her eyes. Her daughter looked so radiant and beautiful. Paul smiled and nodded lightly at his daughter not only to show how proud of her he was, but also how much he loved her.
Her husband. Michael was now her husband. This man whom she was only just met and fell in love with a few weeks prior was now her husband. These thoughts swirled through Nikita’s head. It made her feel like she was dancing in the clouds. She looked over at him and he glanced briefly at her. He squeezed her hand and she smiled at him. It was so difficult not to kiss him, to touch him. It was agonizing since the morning began.
They slowly proceeded to the back of the church and out the doors to tons of screaming people. Many people were fond of the Samuelle family and cheered for the newest member. Nikita was overwhelmed by the loud noise coming from the people. Michael leaned over to her ear. “My love,” he whispered. “When this day is over, it will only be you and I. I cannot wait to show you how much I adore you and love you later on. Keep that thought in your mind the rest of this day.” He kissed her cheek and led her down to the carriage.
Nikita heart raced as he had whispered sweet nothings into her ear. He kept his composure so well and it made her feel better to know he desired her as much as she wanted him. They both wished the way was over so that they would not have to sneak around. They could shower love upon each other wherever and whenever they wished.
Nikita and Michael hurried into their coach. They were going to be whisked off in their carriage to the king’s palace for introductions and so forth. Protocol in English nobility demanded this. As they climbed into the coach, Michael turned her face to him and kissed her. His lips were demanding and she answered back with as much vigor. He put his hand on her side and pulled her closer to him. His tongue swirled around inside of her mouth. His kisses were toxic and Nikita loved being able to finally let go and physically touch him.
He stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. Her eyes were dilated and she begged him to continue. He kissed her forehead and said to her, “There will be plenty more later on, my wife.”
He held her hand and squeezed it. The feelings going through her mind and body at the moment were indescribable. She never knew what it was like to truly want someone until he touched her.
Their carriage took off on the way to the palace.
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