𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 ⅩⅤⅠ

The stars hung heavy above Neverland, casting a silver glow over the pond as the warm California night wrapped around them like velvet. The faint croak of frogs and the soft ripple of water filled the silence as Michael poured the last of the champagne into Giselle's glass.

Her eyes shimmered under the string lights, cheeks still flushed from the proposal. The diamond ring sparkled on her finger, catching every flicker of light.

"You still can't believe it, huh?" Michael murmured, watching her closely from across the table.

Giselle smiled softly, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass.

"It feels like a dream..."

Michael leaned forward, his dark eyes locked on hers.

"It ain't no dream, baby..." His voice was low and slow, like a promise. "You're mine now... for real."

A shiver ran down Giselle's spine at the possessiveness in his voice — that husky, dangerous edge that always made her thighs clench.

The warm breeze carried the scent of honeysuckle through the night air, wrapping around them like something sweet and intoxicating.

Michael's eyes never left her, dark and heavy-lidded — the same way he looked at her when they were alone.

Slowly, he stood up and walked around the table, his footsteps echoing softly on the wooden floor of the gazebo.

"Come on..." he whispered, holding out his hand.

Giselle's heart fluttered as she slipped her fingers into his.

He guided her down the steps, through the garden path, and back toward the house. The entire walk, his hand stayed wrapped around hers — firm, protective... like he was never letting her go.

By the time they reached their bedroom, the moonlight spilled through the sheer curtains, casting soft shadows on the wooden floors.

Michael closed the door behind them, locking it with a soft click.

Giselle stood in the middle of the room, her chest rising and falling under the thin white dress he'd given her — the fabric clinging to every curve.

Michael leaned back against the door, just watching her — his lips slightly parted, his breathing low and steady.

"You don't know what you do to me, Gigi..."

Her heart skipped a beat at the rasp in his voice.

He started walking toward her slowly, his fingers pulling at the buttons of his silk black shirt — one by one — until the fabric slid open, revealing the smooth, caramel skin of his chest.

Giselle's breath caught in her throat as her eyes traced every inch of him — the lean muscles, the faint scars along his ribs... the colorless patch on his back that she'd noticed weeks ago.

He looked like sin wrapped in silk.

When he reached her, his fingers gently brushed along the strap of her dress, letting it slide down her shoulder.

"You looked so beautiful tonight..." he whispered, his lips ghosting over her collarbone.

Giselle's heart was pounding in her chest, her body already burning under his touch.

"Michael..."

He hummed against her skin, his mouth leaving soft, open kisses along her neck.

"You said yes to me... now I wanna make you feel how much I love you."

His hands slid down her back, bunching the fabric of her dress in his fists.

"Can I take this off, baby?"

Giselle's breath caught in her throat as she nodded slowly.

Michael smirked against her neck.

"That's my girl..."

He peeled the dress down her body inch by inch, letting it pool at her feet — leaving her in nothing but the lace panties and the gold snake pendant hanging from her neck.

His dark eyes dragged over her curves, drinking her in like he was trying to memorize every inch of her.

"Goddamn, Gigi..." he muttered, running his hands over her bare hips. "You ain't even real."

She felt her cheeks flush, but Michael caught her chin between his fingers, forcing her to look at him.

"Don't hide from me, baby... not tonight."

His lips crashed against hers — deep, slow, and hungry.

Giselle melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as his tongue slid between her lips, tasting the champagne still lingering on her tongue.

Michael's hands moved down her waist, squeezing the soft flesh of her hips before slipping lower — fingers brushing between her thighs over the lace.

"You wet for me already, huh?" he whispered against her lips.

Giselle whimpered softly, her knees going weak.

Michael smirked, sliding his hand under the lace to feel the heat of her.

"Shit... you're dripping, baby."

Her breath hitched as his fingers traced slow, lazy circles over her clit.

"Michael..."

He kissed her harder, swallowing every little moan she made.

"You want me to make love to you, baby?"

"Y-Yes..."

Michael's eyes flicked up to hers, dark and hungry.

"Say it."

"I want you to make love to me..." she whispered, breathless.

His dick twitched hard behind his slacks at the way she said it — all soft and shy... like she was giving herself to him completely.

Without another word, Michael picked her up by the thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed.

He laid her down gently, crawling on top of her — his bare chest pressing against her warm, soft skin.

He leaned down, brushing his lips along her neck, down to her breasts — leaving wet kisses along every curve.

"You mine now, baby..." he murmured between kisses.

"Always," she whispered.

Michael's eyes flicked up to hers as he slid her panties down her legs, tossing them aside.

He reached down, unbuckling his belt and pushing his slacks down — his hard, thick dick springing free against his stomach.

Giselle's breath caught in her throat at the sight of him — long, veiny, and perfect.

"You ready for me, mama?"

"Yes... please..."

Michael's eyes darkened at the way she begged.

He slid between her legs, pressing the thick head of his dick against her slick entrance — teasing her, making her whimper.

"You want me to go slow, baby?"

She nodded quickly, nails digging into his shoulders.

Michael leaned down, brushing his lips over hers.

"I'll take my time with you tonight, Gigi... 'cause you deserve that."

With one slow, deep thrust, he filled her — stretching her inch by inch until she was gasping beneath him.

"Oh, God... Michael..."

"That's it, baby..." he groaned, sliding deeper. "Take all of me..."

He moved slow at first — deep, rolling strokes that made her toes curl.

"You feel so good, baby... so fuckin' tight..."

Giselle's hands tangled in his curls, pulling him down for another kiss.

"Faster... please..."

Michael growled low in his throat, picking up his pace — grinding into her slow and deep until she was trembling beneath him.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?"

"Y-Yes... Michael, I'm close..."

"Cum for me, mama... lemme feel you."

With one more deep thrust, Giselle's body clenched around him — her legs shaking as she cried out his name.

Michael groaned, burying his face in her neck as he followed her, spilling deep inside her with a low growl.

They stayed tangled together in the sheets, their bodies slick with sweat — the moonlight spilling across their skin.

Michael pressed soft kisses along her jawline, brushing a curl out of her face.

"You okay, baby?"

Giselle nodded sleepily, snuggling closer to him.

"I love you..." she whispered.

Michael's heart clenched in his chest.

"I love you more, Mrs. Jackson."

Giselle's eyes fluttered open, lips curving into a smile.

"You ain't married me yet."

Michael smirked.

"Just wait, baby... I'ma make you Mrs. Jackson for real."

And he meant every word.

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