Author's Note: So, this is the last chapter of this story! Thank you to everyone who enjoyed this story as much as I did writing it! Also warning: SMUT AHEAD!

It had been a year since Denny received his new heart. We were still engaged, but we had a few days left until the actual wedding. Once he was released from the hospital, he asked me to move in with him. I didn't hesitate before saying yes. He was going to be my husband and I couldn't wait for the future we would have together.

"Wait, you're telling me just now that your family is rich?" I ask, sitting on the couch with a tub of ice cream on my lap. He reaches over and takes a scoop of his own to bring to his lips.

"It's not important that my parents are rich."

"Well, I know it isn't important, but – it's definitely a shocker."

"Why? Because I don't live like it?"

I nod slowly, "Yeah. It just makes me luckier to have you. You did tell me you weren't into money, so thank goodness for that."

Denny smiles, kissing my temple. His scar over his chest healed, but there were days where I would let my fingertips run across it. It was a constant reminder of what he had been through, but most importantly, it reminded me of the last months leading up to his surgery.

"So, we're going to be officially married in a couple of days. Are you excited?" Denny asks.

"Mm, I'm more excited for the honeymoon," I wink.

He growls, grabbing the tub of ice cream from my hands to set on his coffee table. He sets me on my back and settles between my legs. Since his release from the hospital, I realized how much of a sex fiend Denny was. I assumed it was lack of sex due to his heart condition, but despite the lack of sex, he was definitely the best I ever had.

"You don't even know where we're going," he mumbles, letting his lips brush against my neck which causes me to whimper. He knew how much I loved when his lips were pressed against my neck. It was a sensitive spot for me.

"I have an idea it's going to be somewhere hot. You always tell me that I should walk around naked so if it's hot, less clothes will be involved," I reply, watching him as he pulls back from me.

Denny grins, "You're so smart."

I gently push him on his back, straddling his waist. His strong hands instantly move to my hips and I smile down at him, kissing along his neck as my hands slowly unbutton his shirt. My hips slowly roll against him, instantly feeling the outline of his manhood through his pants.

The first time we made love, I was surprised to see how well-endowed Denny was. It didn't last long, but it was enough for me to be hooked. He definitely knew how to pleasure a woman.

"So… Will you tell me where we are going?"

Denny grunts, his fingertips digging into my hips.

"Bora Bora," he says, sitting up and standing with me in his arms. Denny's hands rest underneath my buttocks as he brings me into our bedroom.

Denny sets me down onto the mattress and slowly pulls my shirt over my head, tossing it over his shoulder carelessly. Before I could even talk, he removes my shorts and my panties in one motion. He was eager; I could see it and I could feel it.

"Denny… Wait, we're going to Bora Bora?"

He narrows his eyes and nods, undoing the button and zipper on his jeans before he pushes it down to his ankles. My eyes widen instantly at the sight of his manhood springing at attention.

"Yes, we're going to Bora Bora."

I gasp, feeling the head of his member run along the length of my sex. I was already wet from his kisses from earlier, so the look of surprise on his face was priceless.

"I told you… Your kisses make me wet," I tell him.

Denny smirks, slowly pushing himself into me. My hands instantly shrug off his shirt from his body and he steps out of his jeans and boxers with one swift kick. He pulls out, which causes me to whimper in protest, and places me in the middle of the bed.

"You're going to be my wife in two days, Jess."

I nod, reaching down to slowly stroke his member in my hand. He grunts, pushing his hips forward as I spread my legs for him to settle between.

"I can't wait," I reply, "Now, please… I need you."

"I love it when you beg," Denny grins, gently taking my hands to place them above my head. I look up at him, biting my lower lip in anticipation.

He uses his free hand to grasp his member, guiding it into my soaking heat. When he pushes into me, I shut my eyes and grip the hand that was holding both of mine. I loved feeling restricted, especially with Denny. He knew just the right things to make me squirm.

Denny presses his hips against mine until he was fully inside. He doesn't move, but instead, stares down at me. His free hand cups my cheek and I slowly flutter my eyes open, smiling at the sight of him above me.

Not only was sex amazing, but Denny subtly always made me believe I was the most beautiful woman in the world. The way he looked at me always made me weak in the knees. He made me feel like I was enough, like I was the one for him.

We had been together for a year now, but nothing changed. We were still stronger than ever.

Slowly, Denny begins to move his hips. I dig the heel of my feet into his lower back, allowing him to push further into me once his hips connected with mine. Denny always made sure to start out slow to accommodate to my tight heat.

God, I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be marrying this man.

"I love you, Jess," he whispers, releasing my hands. Denny rests his hands at either side of my head, his hips beginning to slam against mine.

The sounds of our skin slapping against one another with the bed hitting the wall and the mixture of moans made it all the more pleasurable.

My arms wrap around his broad shoulders for leverage, feeling my body move with each of his hard thrusts. Our bodies were pressed against one another as his hips do all of the work.

My inner walls begin to quiver with the need to reach my climax and I knew Denny was aware of it. His thrusts become sloppy and quick, causing my head to toss back with the intense sensation that runs through my body.

"Come for me," he whispers huskily into my ear, his breaths coming in short pants.

That was it. It was all I needed.

His name escapes my lips loudly and he slams into me to allow me to ride out my climax. I feel every inch of his manhood throb within my walls and when I finally come down from my high, he pulls out.

I notice that his member was slick with my juices and I gently push him onto his back. Slowly crawling to settle myself between his legs, I take a hold of his member and let my tongue gently graze the head.

"Jess…" His hand tangles itself in my hair, holding it away from my face.

"You didn't get to finish," I reply before allowing my lips to wrap around him. I keep a hold on the base of his member as I slowly begin to bob my head along half of his length while the other half is stroked by my hand.

"I – Jess…" He moans, tossing his head back.

While I loved to be dominated, there was something about bringing Denny to his own release that made it exciting.

I remove my hand from his member to rest gently against the mattress as I use my mouth alone to stroke him, urging him to his own climax.

Denny grunts, pushing his hips further into me, causing me to gag at the surprise entry to my throat.

"S – Sorry…" He mumbles.

I smile, pulling back to lick my lips. "Come for me, Denny."

Without allowing him to respond, I wrap my lips around his member once more and bob my head at a faster pace. I suck in as I pull back, hearing moans escaping his lips.

He moves one hand to the bed and grips the bedsheet before he releases into my mouth. I smile and swallow eagerly, looking up at him as I lick him clean.

Denny breathes heavily against the bed, releasing his hand from my hair and tugs me to lie next to him. I smile to myself, resting my cheek against his shoulder as my arm drapes over his waist. This position seems very similar to when we both had sleepless nights at the hospital.

I look up at him and kiss his cheek, holding him tightly against me.

"You're amazing," he whispers.

"You are too."

The day of the wedding, I was scrambling to get my hair, make-up, and my nails done. Denny had left that morning; he was very superstitious and didn't want to see me until the ceremony.

My hair was placed in an updo and strands of hair from the front hang loosely curled. My wedding dress hung on its hanger and my mother steps into the room.

"The guests are here," she says.

I bite my lower lip, slipping into my wedding dress and she helps me with the zipper. When the dress clings to my every curve, I smile instantly. The upper half of my dress was a backless, A-line lace top as the lower half of my dress flowed freely to the ground.

"Is he – Is Denny at the altar?"

My mother smiles and nods, "And he looks very handsome."

I take a deep breath and smile, looking down at my engagement before my father walks in.

"My little girl…"

"Dad… Don't cry or else I'll cry and if that happens, then mom will cry and we'll never leave."

My parents laugh, leading me out of the room. My mother walks down the aisle to take her seat up front before my father offers his arm. I smile, kissing his cheek and hooking my arm through his.

"Let's get you married," he whispers reassuringly.

As we both stand at the end of the aisle with the doors shut, I hear the quiet chatter from the other room. As the doors slowly begin to open, I hear the music begin to play and I take a step forward, my eyes glancing around the crowd of people.

I notice the doctors that helped with Denny's condition, my side of the family, and his own. I couldn't believe it. I was getting married.

When I find Denny's eyes, I smile almost instantly. He was dressed in a normal black and white suit with a black skinny tie. He looked absolutely gorgeous.

Tears well up in my eyes when I notice Denny wiping his eyes. When my father and I reach the altar, I turn to him and kiss his cheek before stepping in front of Denny.

He instantly takes my hand in his and I stare into his eyes. The beginning of our relationship started in the hospital with him lying down on a hospital bed, but since he was released, I always found myself hugging him. His height was something I was always fond of.

"Hi…" He whispers.

"Hi," I reply.

When it was time for our vows, I bite my lip nervously. We both agreed that we would write our own vows, but now that there were people watching us, including the priest, I was nervous.

"Would you like to go first?" He asks.

"I – Uh," I stutter.

Denny chuckles, kissing my knuckles before he reaches for a folded paper from inside his pocket. "I'll go first."

I nod my thanks, holding tightly onto his hand as I focus on him.

"Jess… What you did for me in the last year alone is more than what anyone would have done. You have sacrificed everything in your life to make sure I was okay. You took a semester off from school. You put your job on hold. You did all of that for me.

"That night when I first met you… It was a rough one. I found out that the heart I was scheduled to have didn't follow through. I lost hope. But then I saw you. I told you before that you were my karma, and I still think that is true to this day.

"For the past five years, I have listened to what my doctors said, listened to what they recommended, that I almost forgot what it was like to have a choice. When you came into my life, I chose to not give up in hopes that we would have a future together. So, Jess, I have a choice now. I choose you. I will always choose you.

"You're the woman I want to wake up with and go to bed with… And do everything in between with. You're it, Jess. I can't wait to embark on this new journey with you."

Tears were now pooling at my eyes, but I didn't dare blink. If I did, I knew the waterworks would come nonstop. I try to fan away the tears, hoping it would work but as a tear slips down my cheek, I pat against it gently so it doesn't ruin my make-up.

"Your turn," he whispers.

"Sorry, maybe I should have gone first. I don't know how I'm going to beat that," I tease. He chuckles.

"Well, I won't gloat if my vow is better than yours," he grins.

I laugh quietly, shaking my head before I reach over to grab the piece of paper from Kate. Denny leans over to kiss my cheek to try and calm my nerves and when I look up at him, I smile and relax instantly.

"Just focus on me," he whispers.

My eyes stare into his own after I glance at the piece of paper. If he didn't glance at his own, then I didn't need to read my vows from a sheet of paper.

"When I first met you, I remember exactly the first thought that ran through my mind. I thought you were hot, like insanely hot. Then you asked me for my number and I thought, there was no way someone like you would be interested in someone like me.

"Then I saw you in the hospital and I knew… I knew right then that I needed to be with you. It was a risk that I was willing to take if it meant that I would still have you in my life. The last few months leading up to your surgery is something I do not regret. I realized that you are a competitive man when it comes to games. I realized that you can't sleep in hospitals because there's that underlying fear you may never wake up. The conversations we had are ones that I will always cherish.

"You make me laugh. You make me smile. Everything you do, I think to myself and realize how lucky I am. I can't wait to call you my husband, Denny."

His grin broadens, flashing me those famous dimples. When the priest asks for the rings, Denny reaches into his pocket and retrieves it. He hands me his ring and I smile, looking into his eyes.

"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" The priest asks.

"I do," I reply, sliding the wedding ring onto Denny's finger.

He grins, looking down at me.

"And do you, Denny, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" The priest repeats.

"There's no doubt in my mind… I do," Denny answers, sliding the ring onto my finger.

"Well, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," the priest says, stepping back before Denny pulls me into his arms.

I melt into him, smiling against his lips as he holds me in a strong embrace.

"We're married," he mumbles against my lips, pulling back to look into my eyes as the claps and chatter of the crowd fade away in the background.

"You're mine forever," I reply.

"I'm more than okay with that," Denny grins.

There was no way I was going to ever leave his side and I know for sure that he was never going to leave mine.

It was truly love at first sight.

THE END