Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 604: Julie’s Wedding Dress

We ascended higher, above the city’s glittering chaos, above the smog and the noise, until the air was thin and crisp and the world below us was nothing but a distant hum.

I took her to the highest building in the city, a place where the sky was so vast it felt like we were standing at the edge of forever. The moon hung low and golden, casting Julie in silver light, and the stars above us burned so brightly it was like they’d been placed there just for this moment.

I set her down gently, my hands lingering at her waist, my heart pounding so hard I was sure she could hear it. "Don’t open them yet," I murmured, my voice thick with emotion.

I took out the ring from the where I’d kept it hidden—waiting for this moment, this perfect moment.

The ring was everything she deserved: a band of platinum, delicate and strong, with a single, flawless diamond that caught the moonlight and scattered it into a thousand tiny promises.

Julie’s name was also engraved on it.

I dropped to one knee in front of her, the cold bite of the rooftop barely registering through the heat of my skin. The wind howled around us, but the world had narrowed to this: Julie, standing before me with her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling with rapid, nervous breaths, her hands twisted together like she was holding herself together by sheer will.

"Now, love," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Open your eyes."

Her lashes lifted, slow and trembling, and when her gaze found me—kneeling, offering her everything—I saw the exact second it all clicked into place. Her breath hitched, her hands flying to her mouth as the first real sob broke free. Tears streamed down her face, silver and endless, but her eyes—fuck, her eyes—were brighter than the stars above us.

"Julie," I said, my voice raw with everything I’d never let myself say before. I held up the ring, the diamond glinting like a captured piece of the sky.

"From the moment I met you, I knew." My throat tightened, but I forced the words out, because she deserved to hear them. "You were the one who made me believe in forever." I swallowed hard, my hand trembling just slightly as I reached for hers.

"You are the love of my life." The ring slid onto her finger, a perfect fit, as if it had been waiting for her just as long as I had. "Julie..." My voice cracked. "Will you marry me?"

She didn’t speak.

For one heart-stopping second, she just looked at me, her tears falling freely, her lips parting as if she couldn’t quite believe this was real. And then she was on her knees in front of me, her hands cupping my face, her forehead pressing to mine, her breath warm against my lips.

"Jack," she whispered, her voice trembling with a thousand unshed words. "Yes." A sob, a laugh. "Yes, I’ll marry you. I love you. I’ve always loved you."

I didn’t let her finish.

The kiss wasn’t just a kiss. It was a collapse of time, of restraint, of every wall I’d ever built. My lips moved against hers like I could pour years into that single touch: the unsaid words that had gathered like storm clouds between us.

My hands cradled her face as if she were something fragile, something sacred. My thumbs caught her tears before they could fall, smoothing them into her skin like I could erase every hurt that had come before this moment.

She tasted like salt and sin and something sweet beneath it all—hers. When I pulled back, her lips were swollen, her breath ragged, her eyes so bright with happiness it was like staring into the sun. I had to look away, just for a second, just to remember how to breathe.

"Forever," I vowed against her mouth, my voice rough with the weight of it. Not a promise. A law. "Starting now."

And then—then she laughed, soft and disbelieving, her fingers tangling in my hair like she was afraid I’d vanish if she let go. Above us, the stars burned white-hot against the velvet dark of the sky, indifferent to the way my world had just tilted on its axis. Below, the city sprawled like a living thing, neon and noise and a million lives that didn’t matter anymore. Because this—her—was all that existed.

Julie’s lashes were wet, her cheeks flushed. I caught another tear with my mouth, kissing the trail it left behind. She pressed closer, her body trembling against mine, her arms locked around my neck like she was drowning and I was the only air left. "Jack," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I’m so happy it doesn’t feel real."

I knew the feeling.

I pulled back just enough to see her—really see her—the way the starlight painted her skin silver, the way her lower lip was still caught between her teeth like she was holding back more words.

My mind flickered to the wedding dress in the system storage. I’d carried it with me for weeks, waiting for the right moment. Waiting for her.

A slow, possessive smile curved my lips. "Julie," I murmured, brushing my knuckles over her cheekbone, "I have another surprise for you."

Her grip on me tightened, her nails digging into my shoulders through the fabric of my shirt. "What is it?" she demanded, but her voice was already breathless, like she could guess. Like she hoped.

I let the silence stretch, let the word hang between us like a live wire. "Husband," I corrected, low and deliberate. The way her pupils dilated told me she felt it too—the shift. The claim. "Tonight is our first wedding night."

Her breath hitched. A flush spread from her collarbone to her hairline, staining her skin pink. She bit her lip, nodding, but her eyes never left mine. "I’m yours," she whispered. "Completely. Even if you just..." A shiver ran through her, her voice dropping to a murmur so filthy it made my pulse spike. "Even if I can still feel your cum in my asshole."

I groaned, my forehead pressing to hers. "Julie."

She grinned, wicked and soft, and I knew—I was ruined.

I didn’t take her home.

Home was a place for ordinary nights, for leftovers and laundry and the mundane rhythm of a life not yet remade. Julie’s eyes widened as we boarded, her fingers lacing with mine like she was afraid she’d wake up. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere no one can find us."

I flew, hugging her using Telekenesis. The flight was a blur of whispered promises and tangled limbs, her lips on my neck, my hands mapping the curves of her beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

By the time we landed, she was a mess—lipstick smudged, hair wild, her thighs pressing together like she was already aching for me. I loved her like this. Undone. Mine.