Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 136: The Awaiting Crowd

Chapter 136: The Awaiting Crowd

The grand hall glowed under the soft shimmer of chandeliers, the air thick with anticipation as the crowd stood, wine glasses in hand, eyes fixed on the stage. The announcer, a lanky guy in a sharp black tuxedo, grinned wide as he strode across the stage toward Daniel, the groom, who stood tall in his tailored coat, his smile calm but radiant.

"And here comes my best friend!" the announcer boomed, his voice carrying over the hushed crowd. He reached Daniel, clapping him on the shoulder before pulling him into a quick, hearty hug, their laughter echoing through the microphone.

"Man, Daniel," the announcer said, stepping back and adjusting his tie with a playful smirk, "remember that time in college when you tried to impress that girl at the frat party with your ’signature’ dance move?" He paused, mimicking a comically awkward shimmy that drew a roar of laughter from the crowd. "Yeah, buddy, let’s just say you’ve come a long way since then!"

Daniel shook his head, chuckling as he leaned toward the mic. "You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you, Mike?" he said, his voice warm, prompting another wave of laughter from the guests.

Mike, the announcer, gave a mock bow. "Alright, alright," he said, waving a hand to quiet the crowd. "Now, it’s time for the bride’s big moment. I need someone from Sara’s side to come up here and help give her the grand entrance she deserves!"

Aeri, standing near the center of the crowd in her shimmering light blue dress, felt a jolt of responsibility. As Sara’s best friend, she knew this was her cue. She smoothed her dress, took a deep breath, and started to step forward, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor. But before she could reach the stage, a waitress in a crisp black uniform hurried up the steps, her movements quick and discreet. She leaned close to Mike, whispering something in his ear, her hand shielding her mouth.

The crowd’s murmurs grew quieter, curiosity rippling through the room as heads turned toward the stage.

Even Daniel tilted his head, his brow furrowing slightly, clearly wondering what was going on. The whispers were too soft to catch, the waitress’s expression neutral but urgent. Aeri paused mid-step, her heart sinking as she watched, a knot of worry tightening in her chest.

Mike nodded to the waitress, a quick, reassuring smile flashing across his face as she stepped back. He leaned into the mic, his voice smooth and confident.

"Ahh... apparently, the bride’s gonna need a little more time before she makes her grand entrance," he said, his tone light but firm. A soft sigh rippled through the crowd, a mix of disappointment and understanding, but Mike was quick to hold their attention. "Come on, now, she’s the main attraction tonight, right? Let’s give her the time she needs to look absolutely perfect!" He raised his glass, and the crowd cheered, "Yeah!" their enthusiasm reigniting as they toasted to Sara’s arrival.

"To keep the mood going," Mike continued, his grin widening, "we’ll let the music and have a little Q&A with Mr. Daniel here. Let’s see what he’s got to say about married life!" The crowd laughed, the music swelling again into a lively tune, and Daniel shook his head, playing along.

"Mike, you’re gonna get me in trouble before the vows even start," Daniel said, earning another chuckle from the guests as he leaned into the microphone, ready to ask questions.

Aeri, however, didn’t laugh. Her smile had faded, replaced by a frown of curiosity and unease.

She glanced at her wrist, the delicate silver watch catching the light as she checked the time. "Even Ezra hasn’t come back," she muttered under her breath, her worry deepening.

The hallway where I had disappeared with Sara seemed to loom in her mind, a shadow over the festive mood. Something felt off, and the longer they were both gone, the worse it felt.

She scanned the crowd, her eyes landing on the waitress who’d just spoken to Mike. The woman was now weaving through the hall, balancing a tray of drinks as she served guests.

"Hey, hi," Aeri said, catching up to the waitress and offering a polite smile to mask her unease.

"Hello, ma’am," the waitress said, bowing slightly, her voice professional as she paused, holding the tray steady.

"Um... where’s Sara?" Aeri asked, keeping her tone light, trying to sound casual. "Is she not ready yet?"

The waitress shook her head, her expression neutral. "No, actually, when I went to check on her, she asked me to leave," she said. "She said it’ll take her a bit longer to finish getting ready."

"Oh... I see..." Aeri said, her smile tightening as she nodded. "Okay, thanks. You can go now." The waitress gave a small nod and walked away, her heels clicking softly as she moved to the next group of guests.

Aeri stood in the grand hall, the festive chatter and clinking glasses fading into a dull hum as her eyes fixed on the dim hallway at the far end of the room. Her delicate silver watch glinted under the chandelier light, its hands ticking past another minute.

"It shouldn’t be this long..." she muttered, her voice barely audible, worry knotting her brow.

I had been gone too long, and Sara still hadn’t appeared. The knot in her stomach tightened, a quiet instinct telling her something wasn’t right.

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she exhaled sharply, her decision made. Adjusting the hem of her light blue dress, she stepped forward, her heels tapping briskly against the polished marble floor.

*Tap, tap, tap*—her pace quickened as she wove through the crowd, ignoring the laughter and music swelling behind her. The hallway loomed ahead, lined with ornate sconces casting soft shadows, and she moved toward it with purpose, her heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and dread.

Meanwhile, inside the bride’s dressing room, a different scene unfolded, one steeped in reckless heat and forbidden passion. The air was thick with the scent of Sara’s floral perfume and the raw musk of our tangled naked bodies.

The plush velvet couch creaked beneath us, its cushions sinking as we lay on our sides, my chest pressed against Sara’s back, her naked skin hot against mine. Her wedding gown lay discarded on the floor, a crumpled heap of white fabric, forgotten in the frenzy of the moment.

"Ahh... ahh... yeahhh..." Sara moaned, her voice breaking as she turned her head, her lips finding mine in a hungry, desperate kiss. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulder, wild and free, and her body arched into me, urging my cock deeper.

"Arghh... fuck yeah..." I groaned, my voice rough, my dick buried inside her pussy, thrusting hard from behind.

One of her legs was lifted, hooked over my hip, giving me better access as I moved my hard cock in and out, each thrust met with the slick, tight warmth of her.

My hand groped her breast, squeezing the big soft mount, my fingers teasing her hardened nipple as I fucked her with a rhythm that felt almost primal.

"More... don’t stop..." Sara gasped, her voice thick with need, a wild smile spreading across her lips.

"Make me pregnant tonight, Ezra... do it." Her words were reckless, taunting, and they sent a jolt through me, even as my body responded, thrusting harder, faster, chasing the heat building inside me.

"You’re crazy," I muttered, my lips brushing her ear, my voice strained but laced with a dark amusement. My hand slid down to her hip, gripping her tightly as I slammed my dick into her hot slippery pussy, the wet sound of our bodies filling the small room.

My hand squeezing her boobs harder, my other arm wrapping around her waist to hold her close and my dick endlessly fucking her.

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