Est. 1971

"By the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride"

My heart races as Kane leans down to kiss me. A perk of his new mask is it leaves his mouth exposed. We share a chaste kiss, Kane not being a fan of PDA. His hand cups my cheek as he whispers "I love you" for only me to hear.

We thank the officiant and he hands me our marriage license. I stare at it in awe as we make our way out of the chapel. If you told me a few years ago that Kane and I would be getting married in Vegas, I would have thought you were insane. Hell, if you told me a weeks ago that I would be coming home to a diamond ring, I wouldn't have believed it.

The sun is starting to set and the night life is beginning to ramp up. "Well, my dear husband, what would you like to do to celebrate?" I was hoping he would be willing to go bar hopping. Vegas is one of the few places we can party without worrying about Kane sticking out in his mask. He pulls me closer and gives me a mischievous smile. "I want to go back to the hotel and fuck my hot wife."

His words send a rush of heat through me. Why does being called his wife turn me on so much? "Sold." I interlock our fingers and begin pulling Kane down the sidewalk to our hotel. Luckily, we booked one that wasn't far from the chapel. The elevator was blissfully empty as I hit the button for the tenth floor. As soon as the doors shut, he pins me between the wall and his body.

Kane grabs my thigh and hitches it over his hip. His lips crash into mine as I tangle my fingers into his curls. This man will be the death of me. The sharp contrast between the warmth of his mouth and the cold leather of his mask makes me shiver.

The doors open and Kane scoops me up effortlessly. "Careful, your arm is still healing" I warn, worry evident in my tone. Kane had been out of action since April when he tore his bicep at a house show. I've been so lonely traveling without him. "You're not heavy enough for me to reinjure myself" he assures. He unlocks the door and carries me over the threshold. The glittering lights of the Vegas strip illuminate the room. Everything about this feels so surreal.

Kane sets me down and I kick off my high heels . "Give me like 2 seconds, I need to get the pins out of my hair." I flip on the lights in the bathroom and make my way over to the mirror. My ring sparkles brightly in the lights of the vanity. The weight of it on my hand will take some getting used to.

I'm pulling the last of the bobby pins out of my hair when I see Kane approaching me in the mirror. His button up and tie are gone, leaving him in just a white tee shirt and his slacks. He's gotten leaner since his injury but still fills out his formal clothes in a way that should be illegal. Strong arms circle my waist as he kisses my neck and rests his head on my shoulder. I can tell he's trying to avoid looking at his reflection.

It took a lot of time and trust building for Kane to show me his face. I had been prepared for a mess of scars and burns. When I finally saw him, I was shocked. Kane looks completely normal, handsome even in my opinion. I did some research and all signs point to body dysmorphia. He is convinced that he is horribly disfigured, a result of the trauma from the fire. Nothing I say or do will change his perception of himself so I just show him as much love as I can. He knows I don't see him as a monster and that's enough for him.

His body molds to mine and I can feel his hard cock press into my back. Kane's mouth returns to my neck and his teeth graze over me before biting down. It's not enough to break the skin but it'll definitely leave a mark. A needy whine leaves my mouth as I feel him press his lips to the same spot. His facial hair brushes over my skin and gives me goosebumps.

Kane spins me around and sets me up on the counter. My thighs part as he pulls me flush against him. He grinds against me slowly and deliberately, the friction just enough to tease and leave me aching for more. Without warning, he kneels infront of me, hooking his fingers into my panties and sliding them down my legs.

Kane pulls me forward until I'm just barely on the ledge of the counter. He bunches the tulle skirt of my dress up around my waist and rests my thighs on his shoulders. His eyes are feral as I feel him start to mouth at my pussy. The first drag of his tongue has me crying out his name.

My head falls back as he laps at me teasingly. "Oh god" I gasp as he gently sucks my clit into his mouth. My fingers thread through his hair and tug lightly on the strands. Kane's grip on my thighs tightens as he moans against me. He alternates between light suction and flicking his tongue across my clit. It feels so fucking good. A mixture of his saliva and my arousal begins to spread onto my inner thighs. I grind back against his face as I feel myself get closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

Kane pulls away at the last second and leaves me tetering on the brink of an orgasm. The whine that escapes my mouth would be embarrassing if I wasn't so desperate for him. He looms over me, licking his lips with a smirk. A far cry from the unsure virgin he was a few years ago.

He lifts me off of the counter and turns me so we are both facing the mirror. "You wanna give me a hand with the zipper?" I ask teasingly as I meet his mismatched eyes in the reflection.

Kane lifts his right hand to rest between my shoulder blades. He pushs me down until my chest is touching the counter. I stand on my tip toes and arch my back to try to compensate for the height difference.

"No, leave your dress on."

I watch as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his cock out. He strokes himself before rubbing against my pussy. I moan as he teases my clit with the head of his dick. He waited until he was coated in my arousal and had me squirming before lining himself up. His eyes close and he lets out a shaky breath as he pushes into me.

I bite my lip and try to relax around the intrusion. Kane is perfect, thick enough to fill me but not big enough to feel like I'm being ripped in half. He always gives me time to adjust instead of pounding into me like some of the men I had been with in the past. A low groan leaves his mouth and I feel his balls come to rest against my ass. He immediately starts stroking the skin on my hips with his thumbs, his way of trying to soothe me. It's the small gestures that made it so easy to fall in love with him. From the beginning, he's always cared about if I'm enjoying myself. After a few moments, I take a deep breath and push back against him to let him know that I'm ready.

His left hand keeps my body still as his right hand lightly grips the back of my neck. "Open your eyes," he demands as he keeps me facing the mirror. I obey and our eyes meet in the reflection. "I want you to watch me fuck you. I want you to see how perfectly you take my dick. I want you to see how beautiful you look when you cum."

With that, Kane pulled out of me before sliding back in easily. He rocks his hips against mine at a lazy pace, like we have all the time in the world. I know he wants me to watch myself but I can't keep my eyes off of him. His muscles contract with ever roll of his hips. I can see the veins in his arms bulging from how tight he's gripping me. He tilts his head back slightly and I see the pleasure etch across his face in a way I never have before. It has me trying to grind into the counter, needing some form of stimulation against my clit.

I see the amusement in his eyes as he quietly laughs at my impatience. His hand leaves my neck and grabs my other hip, pulling me back into him. He picks up the pace, drawing his name from me with a groan. I push up onto my forearms, arching my back further as I try to find the right angle.

"Fuck," I half moan, half yell as I feel him brush against my g spot. "Right there, huh?" He asks, infuriatingly composed for someone balls deep inside of me. I can only whine as he gives another slow stroke against it. He keeps my hips pinned in that position as his pace gradually increases. The sound of our skin smacking together and my needy moans echo through the bathroom.

"You're mine, Violet. My beautiful flower. The love of my life. Mine." His hand slips under my dress and I feel his fingers brush against my clit. "For the rest of our lives. You. Are. Mine." Each word punctuated with a rough thrust. It all becomes too much as I watch him fuck me like his life depends on it.

I cry out his name as my orgasm washes over me. He pounds into me at an erratic pace, desperate for his own release. "Fuck Violet," he moans and I force my eyes open. Kane slams into me one last time before he throws his head back, mouth open wordlessly at the intensity of his orgasm. I feel his cock pulse as the warmth of his cum fills me, prolonging the blissful high I'm on.

He slumps forward as he tries to catch his breath. His fingers trace the curve of my thigh lovingly and he finds my gaze in the mirror.

"I mean it Vi, you're everything to me. I never thought I would get the chance to have this kind of happiness. Before we met, I was convinced I was too broken to be capable of love. But loving you is the easiest and most natural thing I've ever done." I can see the vulnerability in his eyes and it melts my heart. "I love you, more than anything, " I reassure him.

Kane pulls out of me slowly, making us both groan. He walks over to the towel rack and grabs two washcloths before running warm water over them at the sink. He gently wipes away as much of his semen as possible from me. The stimulation was enough to make my legs shake. He cleans off with the second one before tucking himself back into his pants.

I push myself up off of the counter. Between being on my tip toes for so long and the force of my orgasm, my legs feel like jello. I knelt down to grab my panties off of the floor but Kane beat me to it. Instead of handing them to me, he stuffed them into his back pocket. Rude. Hot but rude.

He carries me out of the bathroom and sets me down at the edge of the bed. After rummaging through my bag, he pulls out a pair of socks and my doc martens. I gave him a questioning look as he crouched down and began helping me into my shoes. He kisses me softly before resting his forehead against mine. It's a small gestures but it still gives me butterflies.

Kane stood and grabbed his mask off of the dresser. "Come on," he said as he secured it around his face, "I know you want to go out and celebrate. Lets make the most of tonight, we don't get these chances often."

"Why did you put my boots on me?" I ask as I grab his hand and head towards the door.