CHAPTER 39

If he had known his wife was going to wear such a provocative gown, he would have hidden it away and made her wear it only for him.
“You need to tone it down, man, people are watching,” his friend teased him, causing him to scowl at him.
How can Chandler's friend comprehend the battle he was currently engaged in? He was convinced that the little minx was proroguing him and lighting a fire. He knew he was right when he saw her playful smile. She was acting deliberately, and he was going to make sure she got what she had asked for.
Congratulatory remarks were made, as were gifts. Many people fawned over Vanity, but she remained humble and did not allow her ego to flare up. Kelly was relieved to see her daughter-in-law behaving so well; it would be awkward if she suddenly changed her behavior now that everyone knew about her ties to the family.
The reception went extremely well, including the dance in which the lovebirds fed more people dog food while flirting with each other as if they were the only ones in the world.
Vanity smiled as she danced with Heidi, enjoying the company of the two most important men in her life.
Chandler was busy talking to his friends while watching the two dances harmoniously together. His son was young, but he was a force to be reckoned with.
“They get along just fine,” one of his friends said proudly.
“They do, they really do. Sometimes it even irritates me,” Chandler said, not embarrassed to admit how envious he was of his own son.
This statement made his friends laugh at him for not even sparing his own son.
“You should cut back on your vinegar consumption. It's not like your boy is going to steal your woman.”
“You should see them at home, you'll understand where I'm coming from,” Chandler grumbled, but anyone could tell he was pleased and praised the two.
The group of friends couldn't believe it would come to this, especially Chandler, who was well known for being a monk because he didn't indulge in any canal desire activities.
It felt good to see him happy after knowing him for years; he, like any other person, deserves to be happy. They could tell Vanity was with him not for the money, but for love. She wasn't the one who pursued Chandler; it was their dear friend who forced the poor soul to marry.
Everything else didn't matter as long as he was happy. So, what if he went with an unruly method? What mattered was the outcome, and the outcome was very satisfactory.
Vanity had a great time dancing with Hunter, her father-in-law, whom she had been calling dad because that is what they wanted her to call them. She also danced with grandpa, the man who had walked her down the aisle; she was grateful to this old man because he was the grandfather she had never had.
They ate, danced, and talked, making connections until it was time to say goodbye to the lovebirds. Chandler, who had worked like a maniac to get two weeks off for his honeymoon, was in ecstasy as his hand was placed on Vanity's waist, leading her to the limousine that would take them to the private airstrip where his jet was waiting for takeoff.
Chandler had planned a two-week honeymoon in three different countries because his little wife had never left the country. He simply wanted to take her to places she had expressed a strong interest in since he had known her for a long time.
The atmosphere in the room was hazy and reeked of heavy intimacy. The scented candles fluttering all over the room as the curtains danced to the light breeze that came in from the air circulating through the window.
Inside the massive bedroom, on the four-post king bed, two figures were intimately intertwined as they adored each other passionately. Chandler couldn't help but plant kisses on his wife's shoulder blades, tracing the tattoo of his name, which had come as a complete surprise to him.
He never imagined she'd do something like that for him. He could tell she was declaring that she was his and he was hers by having his name tattooed on her back in such huge fonts. He was so overjoyed that when the two finally had some alone time on the private island he had chosen for their wedding, he simply pounced on her and began to devour her.
Vanity, who was drunk with all the passion and desire that her husband had instilled in her, lay there on her stomach as the man continued to ravish her from behind. She had forgotten how many times he had made her orgasm, how many times she had fainted and woke up only to find herself being eaten repeatedly.
It wasn't until this night that she realized her husband was very black-bellied and had been concealing his true strength the entire time they had been married.
She thought that being a vampire and having the attributes and traits of one gave her an advantage over him, even though he was cursed, but after experiencing the torturous pleasure she had just gone through, she knew otherwise.
She thought that being a vampire and having the characteristics and qualities of one gave her an advantage over him despite his curse, but after experiencing the torturous pleasure she had just gone through, she realized she was just a child, and her husband was someone she shouldn't provoke. She didn't want to be suffering like this, but she lacked the courage to make him stop.
As much as her body hurt and ached, the pleasure she was receiving was so intense that she became addicted, and she suspects she had become a masochist. This man spanked her ass several times until it was burning and aching, but she also felt such intense pleasure that she was embarrassed when he made her climax with just a spanking. Was she really that sensitive and a masochist?
Vanity was aware of one fact: BDSM was not her thing, and there was no way in hell she would force herself to become a slave or a submissive. She didn't even want to be a dominatrix or a master. What she desired was to be with her man and to love him equally without any form of suppression or kinks.