174. Mr. and Mrs. Frost

Warning: adult situations

Bridgeport, present day...

They made it back to Bridgeport just after midnight. Krisis helped Leigh off the bike, and without warning he scooped her up in his arms and sprinted towards the house.

Leigh giggled liked a schoolgirl the whole time. “Stop, put me down, I can walk you know.” She liked it when he carried her, loved it even more when he ran with her in his arms, it always felt like she was flying.

“I know you can, but I’m a traditional guy, and tradition says I have to carry you over the threshold.” Krisis gave her a wicked smile.

In their dimly lit dining room, with the fire roaring in the fireplace, he gently set her down and held her tightly to him. Feelings of relief and gratitude washed over him; with God’s grace and the help of everyone who loved them, they’d pulled off the impossible and defied all odds.

For a long time he couldn’t speak as he gazed into her eyes and played with the ring on her finger, it still hadn’t sunk in yet, that she was officially his wife and she had chosen to spend eternity with him. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was, that with all his shit, all his screw-ups, Leigh loved him unconditionally; he was in awe of the light she’d brought into his life.

“Krisis,” the question, or the plea in her voice as she tied up her long hair, preparing to go freshen up, was his unraveling. A deep, feral like sound escaped his throat just as he claimed her lips in a volcanic kiss.

He didn’t have to say anything, Leigh felt his emotions in every caress, every touch, and in every flick of their tongues as they hungrily took what they needed.

She felt just as strongly about him.

 As he slowly and deliberately explored every inch of her body, Leigh came alive in his arms, his kisses were hot and intoxicating, his caresses gentle and passionate.

“I need you,” she begged him when she couldn’t take any more of his teasing.

His aroma, an infusion of sweat, lust and his cologne, sent her to the edge of ecstasy, Leigh found herself arching her back, and lifting her hips upwards, pressing closer to him.

When he finally entered her warmth and joined their bodies, consummating their marriage, Leigh wept with joy for all that she had, and all the things she’d still have with him, it was a beautiful moment, as beautiful as the first time they made love.

As they moved in a sensual dance, the glowing embers from the fire flickering on their sweat glistening bodies, Leigh couldn’t help thinking Ariel had to be wrong, there was no way something so beautiful, so tender, so magical, something they’d worked so hard to secure would go up in flames.

“It won’t,” Krisis promised her as kissed the tears from her eyes…

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“Morning,” Leigh smiled when she opened her eyes and found her husband staring at her.

She reached up and touched his face, making sure it wasn’t a dream and that they were finally married, and they’d consummated their marriage in ways she hadn’t known were possible till last night. Her body screaming out in protest as she shifted her weight on the floor told her it wasn’t a dream all right. He’d thoroughly ravished her, and judging by the hooded, stormy look in his eyes, he was about to. Again.

“I’m hungry,” Krisis growled as he moved over her. His throbbing desire excited her, but not as much the sensation of his lips grazing her neck.

She held her breath, anticipating his fangs. But just when she thought he was about to strike, he gently nudged her legs apart and slowly entered her centre; leaving her surprised and a little bewildered.

Like last night, Krisis was thorough as he took her pleasure to new heights; each kiss, each languid thrust sent blissful ripples soaring through her body. Leigh thought getting married must have awakened some sex demon in him; he was insatiable, but she wasn’t complaining, she loved every bit of his hunger.

When she gave in to the intense wave of fulfillment at last, writhing and undulating beneath him, Krisis couldn’t hold back either, he finally did what he’d wanted to do since she became his mate legally, he greedily took his first fill of her blood as her husband, reaffirming his complete dependence and utter devotion to her, from here on she was the only person he’d ever feed from, not that he’d fed from anyone else since he met her. But she was the only person he could rely on to keep him alive...

Later, with both of them satiated and thoroughly exhausted, Leigh finally opened up about her parents.

Krisis knew how hard and painful it was for her to talk about her past, he could hear it in her voice, and feel it in the way she shook in his arms. And he tried to get her to stop, if it was so painful, he didn’t want her to relive it, and he didn’t want to open those wounds for her again.

But Leigh pressed on. She was ready for him to know the truth; she didn’t want any more secrets between them. She’d hated keeping something so huge from him. Before Ariel’s vision, it was the only dark cloud in their relationship, and she could always feel it, hovering over them, threatening to destroy the fragile trust they’d built. She was tired of having it there, looming over her head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was ashamed and afraid you’d think I was damaged somehow and you’d stop loving me,” she mumbled tearfully on his chest.

“There’s nothing in this world that can make me stop loving you. Nothing,” he kissed her forehead…

They would have preferred to spend the whole day in bed, making love, but their responsibilities wouldn’t suddenly vanish just because they’d tied the knot, they had to pick up the kids from the penthouse, and run errands.

After a quick shower and an equally quick breakfast, they set out for Krimsyn and J.D.’s place, but they stopped at Eternal Rest Cemetery first.

They lit a candle and placed two white roses on Leigh’s mom’s grave.

As Krisis listened to Leigh talk to her mom and tell her about him, the kids, Eloise and Devon, her new extended family and finally the wedding, he couldn’t help but fall in love with her all over again, she was strong and brave and because of her, he wanted to be a better person, she’d given his life so much meaning.

“I wish you were there, mom. Everyone said I looked like a princess,” Leigh mumbled as she got up brushed away her tears.

“She was,” Krisis assured her as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

He felt her stiffen when he nudged her towards her father’s grave on the far end of the cemetery. She and Devon had thought burying their parents as far away from each other as possible would finally give their mother peace.

 “I don’t know what to say,” Leigh stared forlornly at her father’s grave, before today she’d never visited this side of the cemetery.

“You have to find closure, Leigh,” Krisis squeezed her hand and turned to leave.

For a long time Leigh just stood there, but then the truth in Krisis’ words hit her, about finding closure, she owed it to herself.

“I forgive you dad, and I don’t hate you. I just feel sorry for you, you had a good wife, and two kids who adored you but you were so caught up in your hate you completely missed what was important.  When my son grows up, I hope he becomes the man that you never were; I’ll pray he doesn’t lose sight of what’s important,” Leigh whispered at last.

Krisis, who was now sitting on the bench under the shady tree, listening to Leigh, had a huge lump in his throat.  He didn’t know it, but her words would come back to haunt him weeks later, in his darkest of hours.