After Eleanor Sterling and Alaric Faulkner finished their business, they didn’t rush to leave.
Oasix has many small chapels available for couples coming to get married.
Alaric Faulkner and Eleanor Sterling decided to do as the locals do.
They chose a secluded chapel.
The priest received Eleanor Sterling and Alaric Faulkner, Eleanor bought a simple veil at the entrance of the chapel, wore it on her head, and became a bride.
The two stood before the priest, waiting for his questions.
The priest looked at the exceptionally well-matched couple, wearing a kind smile as he slowly spoke.
"Bridegroom and bride, do you promise to commit to each other, in sickness and in health,
in poverty and in wealth, in sorrow and joy, in adversity and prosperity,
to love, care for, honor, and support each other, to be honest in all things, and to remain faithful until death do you part?
Do you promise to commit?"
Eleanor Sterling and Alaric Faulkner exchanged glances and replied in unison, "I do."
The priest smiled warmly, "The ceremony is complete. Groom, you may now kiss your bride."
Alaric Faulkner leaned over, cupped Eleanor Sterling’s face, and placed a kiss on her lips.
He then scooped Eleanor Sterling up in his arms. Surprised, she let out a soft cry and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Mr. Faulkner, you’ve got what you wished for. So where are we going now? Back to Lyria?"
Alaric Faulkner raised an eyebrow and said meaningfully, "Isn’t the idea to do something everyone will enjoy after getting married?"
Uh... Eleanor immediately understood what he meant by something everyone would enjoy.
She cleared her throat softly and said, "Ronan Keating might be waiting for us."
Alaric Faulkner booked a presidential suite in a five-star hotel to honeymoon with Eleanor Sterling.
The elevator doors opened, and before they even entered the room, he eagerly pinned her against the wall.
"Alaric Faulkner, this is outside." Eleanor Sterling struggled, "Slow down, are you afraid I’m going to run away?"
Hearing her words, Alaric Faulkner, despite his excitement, had to forcibly restrain himself.
The two of them entered the suite together.
Alaric Faulkner almost lost control outside, and inside the suite, he no longer held back, indulging all his desires.
They stumbled into the room together.
Eleanor Sterling felt Alaric Faulkner was like a wolf, and she, the prey, was the feast in the wolf’s mouth today, to be feasted upon.
Her clothes were undone by Alaric Faulkner, revealing a few ambiguous marks on her fair skin. Alaric’s hands paused, eyes filled with confusion.
Seeing him freeze, Eleanor Sterling huffed, "What are you looking at."
Wasn’t this of his own making?
Alaric Faulkner’s expression grew even more puzzled. These hickeys looked fresh, as if they’d been just recently placed.
Suddenly, an idea occurred to Alaric Faulkner, immersing him in excitement.
He gently caressed her, cautiously seeking confirmation, asking, "Eleanor, what happened here?"
"Some dog chewed on them," Eleanor Sterling replied irritably.
Alaric Faulkner lowered his head and kissed her, asking, "Was that dog me?"
Eleanor Sterling continued to huff, "You know you’re a dog?"
With her words, Alaric Faulkner’s eyes lit up.
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He had never touched Faye Sterling; the woman close with him was Eleanor!
Alaric Faulkner was overwhelmed with joy and couldn’t help but bend down to kiss Eleanor Sterling.
"Eleanor, you’re finally mine." Alaric Faulkner’s deep voice whispered by her ear.
Tonight, he made her completely his own.
The tender and passionate kiss lingered, and Eleanor Sterling gradually lost herself in his dominance.
The room was filled with an intimate and romantic atmosphere, with the towering Sky Tower of Oasix visible through the large glass windows, a beautiful scene under a hazy moonlight.
Mr. Faulkner finally got his wish...