All Chapters of Chasing My Runaway Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Emma's POV I could picture it already, the two of us standing under the bright lights of Las Vegas, the world melting away until it was just the two of us.“And Eva?” I asked quietly, my voice tinged with uncertainty. “What if she feels upset that we didn’t wait?”Ryan smiled, a soft, understanding smile that made my heart flutter. “We’ll tell her together, and I’m sure she’ll understand. She loves you, and she knows how much we mean to each other. This is our moment, Emma. Let’s not let it slip away. Say, yes, please! " I bit my lip, my mind racing, but deep down, I knew my answer. I loved him, wanted him. And for once in my life, I wanted to do something purely for myself, for my happiness.“Alright,” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of excitement and fear. “Let’s do it. Let’s go to Las Vegas and get married.”Ryan’s face lit up with a grin that made my stomach flip. He leaned, pressing a quick, passionate kiss to my lips. “You won’t regret this, Emma. I promise you.”"

Emma's POV The car ride was short, the neon lights of the Strip blurring past as we made our way to the hotel. It was a place we had chosen together, a blend of luxury and intimacy, somewhere we could begin our new life together away from prying eyes. The city outside was alive with energy, but inside the car, there was a different kind of electricity, one that crackled between us, unspoken yet undeniable.When we arrived at the hotel, Ryan helped me out of the car, his hand warm and reassuring in mine. The lobby was grand, with marble floors and glittering chandeliers, but all I could focus on was him. As we checked in, I felt a flutter in my chest, a mix of anticipation and nervousness. This was it—our first night as husband and wife. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, because of fear, not of excitement. I hope he doesn't get disappointed. What if he gets annoyed because I can't respond to him as he wanted? Everything was about to change, and I was not sure if I was ready

Emma's POV The kiss was achingly slow, each movement of his lips against mine deliberate and careful, as if...as if, he was exploring new territory, testing the waters before diving in.The world around us seemed to fade, the only reality that mattered was the connection between our lips. His hand moved from my cheek to the nape of my neck, his fingers tangling gently in my hair as he deepened the kiss, still slow, still so tender, but with a growing heat that made my heart race. There was no rush, no urgency, just the steady build of something powerful, something that set my entire body alight with a sensation I hadn’t allowed myself to feel before.I could feel his other hand resting on my waist, his thumb stroking small, soothing circles against my skin through the fabric of my dress. It was such a simple touch, yet it sent sparks of electricity through me, heightening every sensation. The kiss grew deeper, more insistent, but never demanding. He was coaxing me, guiding me with a

Emma's POV Ryan’s lips left mine, trailing a path of kisses down my neck, each one sending a new wave of sensation rippling through me. My hands found their way into his hair, threading through the soft strands as I tilted my head back, giving him better access. And as his mouth moved lower, his hands began to roam, exploring every inch of my body with a reverence that made me feel cherished, worshipped.When he reached the swell of my bust, he paused, his breath warm against my skin. I could feel the hesitation in him, the unspoken question. Was I ready? Could I do this?But there was no doubt in my mind now. I wanted this. I wanted him.“Ryan,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire I hadn’t realised was there. “Please…”" What happened?? You don't want to go ahead?? It's ok!! Calm down. " He said. "Umm... I don't know... Maybe I don't want you to stop." I asked him hesitantly.My words were all the encouragement he needed. His mouth closed over the tight rosy bud, and I gasped,

Emma's POV For a long moment, we lay there, tangled together, our bodies still trembling with the aftermath of our lovemaking. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, and it was at that moment that I realized—truly realized—that I had nothing to fear. With Ryan, I could be myself, completely and utterly. He loved me, all of me, and that was all that mattered.Finally, he lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine. There was no need for words—everything we had felt, everything we had shared, was written in the depths of his gaze.“I love you,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.“I love you too,” I replied, my voice trembling slightly. “More than you could ever know.”He smiled then, that slow, tender smile that had first drawn me to him, and leaned down to kiss me again. It was a kiss filled with love, with promise, with the certainty that we had a lifetime ahead of us to explore this new, deeper connection.As we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I knew that eve