Niall's POV
Clary and I were still on the dance floor, doing some stupid moves until Antonina comes over.
"You two should not be here anymore…go it is your wedding night! Go." She somehow shooed us off the floor. So we go over and say goodbye to our family and close friends because it's going to be weeks until we see them again. Clary is off saying goodbye to her mom and grandma. My mom is hugging me. "Go, have fun! And maybe when you two come back…a baby will be on the way?" I almost choke on the air I was breathing.
"Mother! You can't just say that…we are not…just…" Then Clary came over to hug them all goodbye. Theo kissed Clary on the lips, he giggled and Clary just smiled, giving him a hug again. I even got a bit jealous, of my baby nephew. I pulled Clary up and decided time to go. We get out to the car and Paul smiles, hugging both of us. "Alright let's get you two home." Clary was a little tipsy due to the glasses of champagne she's consumed tonight.
"Paul!! Oh did you have fun? Please tell me you and your family had a blast!" He was chuckled while I was helping Clary into the car.
"Yes I did Clary. It was wonderful." She squealed and hugged me in the car.
"Oh Niall…we're married. You and me. We got hitched." I laugh and kiss her cheeks. Man I should have cut her off during the night.
"I know baby…are you happy that we're married?" She turned and nodded frantically.
"ESTATIC!! I married the man of my dreams." I smile while she leaned on my shoulder. She was running her hand up and down my leg, occasionally getting very close to my dick. I suck in a breath. And she of course notices. She starts inching closer and closer, nibbling on my earlobe. God she really knows me too well. "Clary…baby…please let's just wait…for home." She moves down to my neck and takes a nip. A small moan escapes. I hear Paul chuckle which makes me shift away from Clary. She pouts so I quickly kiss her and pull on her bottom lip. She smiles afterwards and then goes back to leaning on my shoulder.

Finally we arrived to our house. I fly out of the car and I help Clary out. Paul waves and drives off. I scoop her off the ground, earning me a delightful drunken giggle from my blushing bride. We open the door and enter our home, for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Horan. "Shall we go upstairs love?" Clary looks at me and plants a kiss on my cheek. So that's a yes. Her dress was very big so getting up two flights of stairs was intense. But we made it. Then I saw the back of her dress. Jesus that's a lot of buttons. "Clarissa…I thought we said an easy dress to take off…"

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Clary's POV
I smile at his response to my dress. "They're not all real silly. Just the bodice part." I walked over and pushed his tux coat off letting it fall to the floor. Then I slowly undid his tie. After I got that off and threw it to the ground, Niall spun me around and started to attack my buttons. Every so often kissing my scar on my shoulder. I couldn't wait for him to get me out of the dress because I had a very lovely surprise for him. He finally managed and all I hear is "Holy fuck…" And I knew that was because of my lovely lingerie. He spins me around and slams his lips onto mine. His hands slide around feeling the lingerie while I slowly unbutton his shirt. "Who let you buy this?" I smile and stop unbuttoning. I take a step back a do a twirl. He growls then moves towards me, I move back. I have a playful smirk on right now. His shirt is unbuttoned minus the last few. It's all untucked though. His usually light ice blue eyes are very dark now. "Clarissa…" He takes another step, I move back again.
"Yes darling?" He moved towards me again and I move back again. He lets out another deep throaty growl. I know he's getting frustrated but I like this game. "C'mere now." His voice was so hot, I literally couldn't move. So we stood there staring at each other. "Clarissa…c'mere." I smile and shake my head. I run over the bed and out the door, yelling over my shoulder, "Make me Niall!" I barrel down the stairs and I hear him coming. I run into the kitchen and he appears on the other side of the island. "Clarissa Diana…get your very nice ass over here." I shake my head, he moves to the right so I move to the left. I smile and he moves fast but I manage to escape then run back upstairs. I'm squealing and taking two at a time. I get to our room and jump onto the bed. Niall comes barging in. God he looks fucking amazing and hot. He jumps onto the bed and looks at me. He grabs my hips and pulls me into him. He just looks at me, I undo the last few buttons. I slowly take his shirt off him. His eyes flick to his pants, so I slowly undo his belt. His eyes flutter close and his hands tighten around my waist. I undo his pant zipper, but I don't pull them down. I kiss his chest and slowly move my way down. "Baby…let's get…" I kiss him through his pants and he moans. He pushes me back onto the bed. He climbs on top of me and kisses me slowly. "Niall…I love you." His head snaps up from my shoulder. He strokes my cheek and smiles down at me.
"I love you too Clarissa…you look so fucking hot." His lustful eyes raked my body. He gets off the bed and pulls me with him. He turns me around and looks at the back of the corset. He touches my scar and I shiver, he plants a kiss on it. Then starts to undo my back, his lips never leave my scar. Soon I feel the corset give and it falls off. Niall turns me around, he holds me away and his eyes lazily trail down my body. My turn, I drop down and take off his pants. Niall steps out of them and then picks me up and carries me to the bed. He showers kisses all over my skin, traveling down closer and closer. My hands are in his locks, I'm panting then I stop breathing. I feel his lips on my thigh and he bites and sucks. "Oh god…" Then my underwear starts to be drawn off, I look and he's doing it with his mouth! I wriggle and a moan escapes. He winks at me then takes them off all the way. Then he trails kiss back up, he plants on kiss on my center. Then he goes back up, he still has on his boxers…that needs to be fixed. I use my feet to take them off, while Niall teases me with his fingers. His mouth is doing amazing things to my right breast. He stops and helps getting his boxers off. Finally. I reach down and slowly pump his hard-on. He moans into my neck, and thrusts a bit. I want him so badly…I want him now. "Niall…" He kisses my neck and I open my legs for him. He sucks on my sweet spot, I arch up and moan. Niall places himself at my entrance, he slowly goes in. And by slowly I mean he goes in a bit then slides out. "Niall…please…all of you." He kisses me hard while pounding into me. I moan into his mouth, his tongue darts in the same pace as he drives into me. I wrap my legs around his waist, moving them up higher with every thrust. Eventually Niall's head in buried into my neck and I have him wrapped up. I feel the familiar pull down there, "Niall…I'm…" He looks at me and pecks my lips.
"I know baby…let it go." I bite my lips and Niall goes faster, hitting my spot. I can't hold it in any longer, I feel like I explode around him. He's watching me while I come undone. Then his thrusts become sloppier but his eyes don't leave mine. Nothing is hotter than looking at him come undone because of me. I feel him fill me up and I smile. Then he rolls over and I'm splayed across chest. He sighs and kisses my head. "So break then round two?" I laugh and move to kiss him.
"Bet on it."

I wake up and roll over, finding Niall not in bed. I sit up and holy crap I'm sore. Then I smell food. I smile and try to find motivation to move. "Clary…you up?" I peek my eyes open to find Niall's head poking in. I sit back up and nod. He comes in with food on a tray and still naked. He sets it down on the nightstand and then settles in next to me, pecking me on the cheek. "Good morning my lovely wife." I giggle at him then he grabs the tray and sets it down. We eat our breakfast and talk about the upcoming honeymoon. Niall says the first location is a surprise…so I don't know what that means. But I trust him…so hopefully it's not some weird place. "Okay c'mon time to get ready." I sigh knowing he's right we had a plane to catch. I get out of bed and gasp when I see all the love bites that peppered my skin. Great…just great. I sigh then gingerly walk to the shower, because well I'm very sore. A whole lot love making happened last night…hence why we slept in so late. I take a quick shower and get out to find Niall dressing. I come out in my outfit and go to get a bright green knit scarf. It’s the best I can do to cover up the marks. Niall is in the shower while I look around for the plane tickets. Nothing. Where the hell are they?

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Niall's POV
We are boarding the plane to St. Petersburg, Russia. Clary was caught snooping but luckily she didn't find out until we hit the airport. "Russia? I thought we were going back to South America?"
"Clary can't you just for once…let me surprise you." I look at her while she just looks back, clearly battling herself.
"Fine…but there's nothing in St. Petersburg…we should go to Moscow that's the capital." The way she said that I knew her palace was in St. Petersburg. Which is why we were going. She looks out the window and I take her hand. She looks down and smiles weakly. I know she's fighting to be strong…she doesn't want me to see that going back is making all these emotions she thought were gone to come back.

We land and Clary is drained. I don't blame her at all…we barely slept last night. Which I did not mind on bit. It was pretty much the best night ever, but I'm a bit sore…just a bit. We get to the hotel and Clary collapses on the bed. "Why here Niall?" I lie down next to her.
"Because I think it would be nice for you…pay a visit. One day here we leave Tuesday morning for sunny Brazil." She looks at me and nods. I pull her up and she groans, clearly wanting to stay in bed. We get ready for bed and she curls into me.
"Tomorrow you will see a part of my past…and please just don't judge." I sit up and look at her.
"Why would I judge you? That makes no sense…at all." She sighs and runs her hands through her hair.
"Because…I don't know…the palace is huge…I mean huge Niall. I lived there for months each year until a few years before they died…they fighting was too bad for us to get inside…too bad for them to get out…it just I don't want you to think any different of me." I grab her and pull her into me.
"I would never…got that? So please stop. You are everything to me…judging you would never cross my mind." She curls into me again and moves a bit to get comfortable. Soon she's out and I'm slowly drifting off as well.

The Next Day…

We are currently on a tour of the old palace. Clary makes a face whenever they say something wrong. We get to a family portrait and I instantly try to find Clary. She holds my hand and squeezes it. I look at her and I know that she's trying really hard not to cry. "And finally we see Prince Richard with his only heir, his daughter Clarissa. Their remains were never found but they have graves amongst their relatives." I gape at the woman and Clary just stands still. She doesn't move when the tour group moves on. "Hey you okay?" She just nods at me, then moves to the painting. She just stands there looking at herself.
"This was made when I was officially declared next in line. It was big celebration…all of my cousins, uncles, and aunts are in this. The whole Wolffsson clan…I remember that day so well. My dad was so happy…my mom cried. I was given a crown even. My grandma paraded me around introducing me to people. Of course I was ten so I didn't care, I just wanted more cake. And to go play with my cousins for once. That was the last day I saw them…because after that the fighting got too bad for us to return…then two years later, everyone was dead. I guess a little bit of both my dad and I died that day too." I just stand there then she turns around and pulls on my hand, urging me to follow her.
"What? We should catch up--"
"Wanna see my room well rooms?" She had a smile on, so I nodded and she pulled me down some halls, practically running, telling me stories of her childhood here.

We buy a bunch of roses for each tomb, and set them down. Clary pays her respect to every dead member of her family. She even puts some down on her grave, which I snatch up. "You're not dead…so no faking like you've died okay?" She just rolls her eyes then puts those ones on her dad's grave. She says some things in Russian, which I didn't get then we were off back to the hotel to hop on a plane to sunny Brazil. We were in the car, Clary's hand in mine and head on my shoulder. "Thanks for taking me Niall, my tour was way better, and more factual." I laugh because she was right. Every time the tour guide would say something wrong Clary would whisper the truth into my ear. I kiss her hand and then her lips.
"Anything for you Clary…you should know that by now."

Notes

As promised another update. :) We are getting down to the last few chapters...but don't worry there is plenty more that will happen.

I'm back up at school for another two weeks then IT IS XMAS BREAK BABY!! I'm just want to be done with Chemistry. *sigh*

Love you all!
~Annie Xxx

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