Hunter moved closer, and she found herself arrested by handsome features and eyes that turned every color in the world.
Hunter didn't waste time he pulled Della close and leaned down to kiss her lips while she leaned forward and accepted his kiss.
His gaze was roving, and his air distracted even as he bent to give Emily a kiss on the lips. She hesitated only a second more and leaned into him, parting her warm lips to receive his kiss. His lips covered hers in a long warm kiss that left her short of breath. Disoriented, she kept her eyes closed as she savored the kiss.
He slide his tongue deep into the cavarn of her mouth sending her heart plummeting all the way up to her knees. The kiss was very intimate, shamefully enticing .
He kissed her thoroughly stroking her tongue softly with his in a heady rhythm that made her want to climb all over him. If she reacted so strongly to this show of affection she couldn't imagine what she would do if he did anything else.
Della felt herself breathless and consumed before the end of their first kiss, yielding to the intensity of his kiss and the firmness of his touch.
She clutched his wrists, the logical side of her brain preparing to remove his hands from her face, the emotional side wishing he would repeat the kiss. For some reason, it was a kiss that left her desiring more. She didn't know a kiss could be so exciting.
After they stepped back, Hunter's expression revealed surprise.
"Friends and family of the bride and groom, it is my pleasure to present to you Mr. and Mrs . Hunter Hardecker."
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The wedding was spectacular. The reception was incredibly lavish with extravagant decorations and delicious cuisine. and not to forget the bride's enchanting gown was the talk of the reception. The adorning lace, the flowing silhouette, and the way the fabric accentuated her every graceful movement captivated all who laid eyes upon her.
Both the families of the bride and the groom were present, their faces alight with joy and pride. This union was not just a celebration of Della and Hunter's love, but also a proof to the harmonious blending of their respective clans.
As the evening wore on, the guests indulged in the sumptuous cuisine, sipped on fine wines, and danced the night away, reveling in the sheer splendor of the occasion. It was a moment of pure bliss, a rare and precious glimpse into the lives of the newly wedded. The band struck up a melodic tune, signaling the time for the bride and groom to take the dance floor. All eyes turned towards Della and Hunter as they stepped into the center of the lavishly decorated ballroom.
The band began to play, filling the room with a soft, melodic tune. The music flowed like honey, the delicate notes weaving through the air, carrying a rhythm that was slow and intimate-perfect for the couples who now joined the dance floor. It was a song meant to bring hearts closer, designed for lovers.
As Della stepped into Hunter's arms, the room seemed to blur, leaving just the two of them in focus. His hand slipped around her waist, pulling her gently closer. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver up her spine, and her heart skipped a beat, quickening its pace as his fingers pressed into the small of her back. The music swirled around them, each note matching the thud of her pulse.
Hunter's other hand reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. The light caress sending a wave of warmth spreading across her skin, and when his fingertips lingered against her cheek, it felt like the world paused, holding its breath. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, and whispered, "You look lovely tonight." His voice was low and soft, almost like a caress.
A rush of heat flooded through Della, her senses overwhelmed by the closeness of him-the scent of his cologne, the steady strength of his arm around her, the way his words made her cheeks flush. She felt her heart racing, pounding like a drum, and for a moment, she forgot everything else. It was just the two of them, lost in the music and the heat of the moment, every touch, every look making her feel like the room was spinning.
As they moved together, Della felt the tension melt into something else-an undeniable pull that made her breath catch and her pulse quicken. Her hands found his shoulders, and she let herself lean into the warmth of his chest, her body following his lead as they glided across the floor. It was a dance that felt more like a promise. everything was exactly as it should be.
And as Della and Hunter twirled beneath the chandelier's shimmering glow, she couldn't help but scan the faces in the crowd. Friends and family looked on with expressions of joy and admiration. Mrs. Adley wiped a tear from her cheek, smiling with a pride that made Della's heart tighten.
For a fleeting moment, Della wanted to believe that the smiles and applause were for her, that she was deserving of this happiness. But beneath her painted smile, her thoughts churned. *How much longer can she keep up this act?* she wondered, her eyes darting past the familiar faces to the exit. *How long until someone sees through me?*
Hunter's hand was steady in hers, reassuring. But even his touch couldn't dispel the fear building inside her. As he whispered, 'Are you alright?' she forced herself to nod, swallowing back the lump in her throat. *If only he knew the truth.*
Della's eyes swept the room again, lingering on the Adleys, who laughed and toasted to the couple's future. *How can I face them when the truth comes out?* she felt as though the room was closing in.
But there was no escaping tonight. She had made a choice, and now she had to wear her mask until the very end.
As the music faded and the dance came to an end, Della felt herself being reluctantly pulled back into reality. She and Hunter paused, their faces just inches apart, and for a brief moment, she felt the world around them blur into nothingness. But then, the soft applause of the guests filled the room, and she stepped back, feeling the cool air rush in where his warmth had been.
Mrs. Adley's voice broke through the quiet. "That was the most romantic scene I've ever seen," she teased, a playful smile lighting up her face as she approached the couple. "The way you two were looking at each other-if I didn't know better, I'd say you were the only ones in the room."
Della's cheeks flushed, her eyes darting to the floor as she forced a smile. "Thank you, Mum. You always know how to make me blush."
Mrs. Adley laughed lightly, giving Della's hand a squeeze. "Oh, it's true, my dear. You looked like you were floating."
Della glanced at Hunter, who met her gaze with a grin, and she felt that same flutter in her chest. There was a part of her that wished she could hold onto that feeling just a little while longer.