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I pull Pia into my arms. Our kiss cements the promises we've made, affirming our love and the life we're building. The cheers of our family and friends envelop us. Still, at this moment, it's just Pia and me, united, ready to face whatever the future holds together.
The reception, a blur of congratulations, laughter, and shared joy, swiftly transitions into a quiet departure. Pia and I, hand in hand, are whisked away to our waiting plane, the promise of solitude and celebration beckoning us to a breathtaking destination.
Our private bungalow, nestled against the pristine white sands of Boracay, offers ultimate seclusion and beauty, befitting the start of our journey as husband and wife. The world outside our love-drenched sanctuary fades into insignificance, every thought consumed by the woman who's changed my life in ways I never imagined.
My heart stops as Pia steps out of the bathroom, adorned in delicate lace lingerie. The soft glow of the room accentuates her beauty, drawing me to her like a moth to a flame. In just a few strides, I effortlessly lift her into my arms, her laughter a sweet melody that sings of love and fulfilled promises.
The intoxicating floral scent that has become my solace wraps around me, igniting a fire banked beneath the surface. Tonight, as we cross the threshold into our new life together, every touch and every kiss speak of possession and an unyielding bond.
Gently laying her on the bed, our connection deepens with each breath and stolen gaze. My fingers trace over the delicate fabric of her lingerie, eliciting shivers from her as she responds eagerly to my sensual touch.
"Marco," she breathes out huskily. "I want you so bad." Her plea sends pulsing waves through my erection, but I know patience is key.
"Patience, baby girl," I growl playfully, sliding a finger inside her already wet folds. "You're so ready for me," I tease, pulling off her panties completely.
She responds with a satisfied hum before locking eyes with me. She may be strong and fierce, but she's also not afraid to tell me what she wants now.
I go down on her, taking in her familiar womanly scent as my tongue slides over her clit. Her body arches in response to my attention, releasing a loud groan of my name.
I continue to suck and lick, my saliva mixing with her wetness as she grabs on to my hair and moans, wholly lost in pleasure. I relish pleasing her.
Suddenly, Pia pulls back on her knees and commands me onto my back. A mischievous grin spreads across my face as I say, "What if I say no?"
Her intense gaze bores into mine, her voice cold and deadly. "Oh, you think it's a choice? You have no say in this, mahal. You are mine, and I'll use your body as I please."
My chest rises and falls quickly as she speaks, my arousal evident beneath the sheets. "Fuck." I comply with her demand, and she straddles me, guiding my eager erection into her warm, wet entrance. Her eyes close as I fill her, and she moans loudly. "I want you so bad." Her hands press against my chest as she begins to ride me, her movements slow and sensual.
"Slow down, baby girl," I groan, trying to control my need for release.
She ignores me, focusing on her own pleasure as she throws her head back, her long waves of hair cascading down her back like a seductive waterfall. I reach for her, but she slaps my hand away, surprising me. With a sultry voice that makes my heart race even more, she warns me. "Hands off unless you want pain."
Unable to resist any longer, I thrust up into her deeply, causing her eyes to snap open in surprise. In one swift motion, I lift her up by her bare ass and carry us towards our private pool area. As we reach the lounge chairs, I sit down so that we are at eye level and can continue to take pleasure in one another. Her breasts are exquisite—perfectly shaped, and all mine.
For the next few hours, we lose ourselves in each other's bodies—moaning, groaning, and reaching climax after climax until Pia is satisfied. We lay naked on the lounge chair together afterward, our bodies glistening with a mixture of sweat and bodily fluids. As Pia drifts off to sleep in my arms, I inhale deeply, taking in the intoxicating scent of our passion. But even as we rest, I can't resist the urge for more. My erection pressing against her wakes her up, and she moans deliciously as I slide my fingers into her hot wetness and finger her vigorously. She twists and turns under my touch, begging for more until I enter her again with my rock-hard cock. Our bodies move in perfect synchronization as we reach the peak of ecstasy once again.
As husband and wife, we continue to explore the depths of our love throughout the night. Each touch and caress are a discovery, reaffirming our commitment to one another. In this moment, nothing else matters except for us—our love, our connection, our future together—as we give ourselves over entirely to the magic of the night and each other's arms.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Pia
The longest flight of my life brings me to a new chapter, one I'm stepping into as Mrs. Pia Cervantes, or Doña, depending on my decision. Every moment with Marco, from our private laughter to the intimate whispers shared in the quiet of the night, has been a dream. Yet, amid the joy, there's a tinge of melancholy, an odd juxtaposition to my happiness, which shines far brighter.
My hand rests instinctively on my still-flat belly, a silent promise to the life we've created as the plane makes its final approach. The Cervantes hacienda awaits, promising a grand family gathering that fills me with nerves and excitement. I'm eager yet anxious to navigate this new world.
Marco's touch pulls me back, his concern evident as his gaze follows my hand to my belly. "How are you feeling?" he inquires, his voice laced with care and a hint of excitement.
I muster a smile, warmed by his attentiveness. "I'm okay, just a bit tired and…nervous," I admit, feeling the pressure of the new life and new roles I'm stepping into.
His assurance wraps around me like a comforting blanket, his confidence unwavering. "Everything's going to be fine. The exhaustion is normal, especially with the jet lag and our little one on the way." His excitement about the pregnancy and us is palpable, infectious even.
He continues, sharing plans he's already made. "I've arranged for you to meet with an OB/GYN," he reveals, a thoughtful gesture that eases some of my nerves. "Yadira, our assistant, has everything organized. You'll meet her soon."
I am grateful not just for his foresight, but also for his unwavering support. "Thank you," I whisper, leaning into the security his presence offers. As we descend, my thoughts turn to the days ahead, a blend of anticipation and uncertainty.
Arriving at Hacienda La Luz late in the evening does little to diminish its rustic beauty, which I take in with an artist's eye during our drive up. The landscape unfolds like a painting, each detail evidence of the care and pride of the Cervantes family. Marco assists me out of the SUV with a tenderness that belies the strength of his form, his presence a constant source of comfort and security.
I can't help but compare the uniform appearance of La Serpiente Dorada's guards to those who once served my father. Dressed in tactical gear that seamlessly blends with the night, they exude an air of professionalism and dedication. These men are not just hired help, but an integral part of the Cervantes family's life, trained and ready for anything. Their appearance alone speaks volumes, suggesting they are more akin to elite secret operatives than mere security personnel.
