The Unwanted Marriage: Dion and Faye’s Story (The Windsors)

Dion and I stroll along the same beach in Hawaii where we shared so many of our firsts, and I can’t help but smile at the way we’ve come full circle. He holds my hand in his, his grip tight, like he never wants to let go.

“Faye,” he murmurs, pausing on the deserted private beach. I turn toward him and raise my brow when I find him looking at me with distinct worry in his eyes. He lets go of my hand and takes a step back, and then he grins as he drops down to one knee.

My lips pop open in surprise, and he chuckles as he pulls a black ring box out of his pocket. “I’ve been carrying this around for weeks, unable to figure out what the right place or time would be to ask you one of the most important questions that’ll ever leave my lips. I thought of asking you at any of the countless places on your bucket list, or even in the home we built together despite all the odds, but in the end, right here seemed most appropriate. Here, in the place I kissed you for the very first time, when I realized I wanted to marry you — not because I had to, but because I wanted your smiles and your time, and the way your eyes blaze when I wind you up.”

He opens the ring box to reveal a stunning engagement ring that obviously is a bespoke Laurier piece. “This was my mother’s,” he says, his voice faltering for a moment. “For years, I avoided every mention of her, but just being with you takes away the pain. You turned me into a better man than I’d ever hoped to be, one she’d be proud of. I know that we’re already married, darling, but I’d still like to promise you that I’ll continue to work hard on everything that makes a marriage work — I’ll communicate when the words are lodged in my throat, compromise when it goes against my very nature, and if you’ll have me, I’ll continue to support and stand by you. I want nothing more than to be your partner in every way, for as long as you’ll have me. Please, Faye. Will you let me love you for the rest of our lives? Will you marry me?”

I sink down to my knees in front of him and grab his face, tears burning in my eyes. “Only if you’ll let me prove to you that you’re all I want, that I’ll choose you no matter what, that I’ll stay when things get rough, and that I’ll trust you even when my fears and upbringing attempt to rule me. I’ll marry you all over again if you let me show you just how easy you are to love, how honored and lucky I am to be your wife.”

His forehead drops to mine, and he draws a shaky breath. “I will,” he promises. “It isn’t always easy for me to believe that you love me the way you say you do, but I’m willing to work on being better as a couple, and as a person. There’s no one I’d rather walk this path with, Faye. Only you.”

I grin at him as a tear runs down my face. “Then… yes. Yes, Dion. I’ll marry you a thousand times over.”

His hands shake so hard that he nearly drops the ring, and we both laugh, this moment feeling so very real, so very perfect. I stare at the antique diamond, deep gratitude settling deep in my chest. I won’t let you down, I silently promise the previous bearer. We’re not quite where we want to be, but we’re healing every day, and whatever happens, we’ll face it together. Just like you intended us to.

Dion cups my face and kisses me tenderly underneath the moonlight, stars twinkling above us. My hand wraps into his hair, and he chuckles when I push him onto his back.

“This resort… did you book it out?”

He lies back in the sand, messing up his neat shirt and trousers. I’ve never seen him look so relaxed before. “Yes. There’s no one here. It’s just us.”

I grin at him as I begin to undo the buttons of his shirt. “Then let me show you what I wanted to do that night I spilled champagne all over your chest.” His gaze darkens when his shirt falls open, and I lean in, softly kissing his abs. He instantly hardens underneath me, and pure pleasure blooms in my chest. “Let me show you how much I love being your wife.”

Dion moans when I leave a trail of kisses down his torso, his hand wrapping in my hair when I place my hand on his belt. “You’re driving me insane,” he whispers. “I’ll never get enough of you, you know that? For the rest of our lives, I’ll want you the way I do tonight. You’re the one for me, Faye Windsor.”

I smile at him as I free his cock, enjoying the way I’ve got him lying in the sand, moonlight shining down on us. “I love you,” I tell him as his hands tug at my clothes, until he’s got me straddling him naked. The way he looks at me will never get old. No one has ever made me feel the way he does — it’s like I’m his biggest dream come alive. “I will always love you, Dion.”

“Fuck,” he groans when I line him up against me and slowly take him in deep, until I’m seated fully on top of him. “Look at the way you’re taking my cock, baby. You’re so good at this, aren’t you?”

I blush as I begin to ride him, enjoying the way his gaze roams over my body. He always looks so pleased, so proud. No one has ever made me feel as empowered as Dion does — even in the little moments.

His hands wrap around my waist, and he begins to move with me, taking me hard even though I’m the one on top. “You’re such a good girl for me,” he murmurs. “Taking your husband’s cock in the moonlight like that.” I moan when he moves one hand between us and strokes my clit, making his thumb brush past it with every move. “You’ll come for me, won’t you?”

I nod when his movements become rougher, deeper, faster. “Please.”

He smirks, his gaze caressing my body. I’ve never felt so beautiful, so wanted. Not even in my wildest dreams did I think I’d find myself riding Dion Windsor, the two of us hopelessly in love with each other. We shouldn’t work — I love to travel, and he hates to fly. I play the piano, and the sound of it brings forth his worst fears. I can’t stand being controlled, and it’s in his nature to be domineering. We don’t fit together, yet we’re perfect together because we’ve made it so, because we’re willing to work on us.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Faye,” he moans. “Tell me you’re mine, baby. Say the words, and I’ll make you come.”

I bite down on my lip, intent on making him wait for it, and he grins as he swipes his thumb over my clit. “I’m yours,” I moan, desperately.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “And I’m yours, so take from me what you need.”

I ride him harder, and he keeps his thumb perfectly positioned to push me closer to the edge with each tilt of my hips. “Yes,” I moan, unable to take it.

He looks like he’s enchanted as I unravel, my muscles contracting around him, over and over again. “Fucking gorgeous,” he whispers, before turning us over. My body hits the sand, and he grins as he leans in, his lips brushing over my lips. “Now give me one more.”