“You’re comparing your wife to a pumpkin?” Stefano raised a brow.
Cesare scoffed. “Fuck off.” His tone was relaxed as he continued to comb his fingers through Sabrina’s hair.His wife's hair.
“You really like her.” Stefano observed.
Cesare swallowed thickly, nodding.
“You love her?” Stefano asked.
At first, it seemed as if Cesare hadn’t heard Stefano. Cesare continued to gently comb his fingers through Sabrina’s copper curls.
“Some things should be said to her first.” He finally answered. “Before I say it out loud to anyone else.”
Stefano gave the pair another long look before nodding his approval. “Good.”
A series of cheers went up as Cesare took his beautiful, albeit tipsy and sleepy, bride upstairs. Cesare couldn’t help the look of triumph that spread across his face as he carried Sabrina away, securely in his arms.
He was going to introduce Sabrina to the full pleasure that could be found between a man and a woman. He would be gentlewith her, but he would own her fully and thoroughly; until the shape of him was permanently carved into her body and soul; until she felt his irreversible claim on everything that was hers for once and for all.
Sabrina Lombardi was his.
Chapter Thirty-One
(Sabrina)
Sabrina was having a wonderful dream. She floated in something soft, golden, and feathery, as the beginnings of something pleasurable swirled higher and higher within her. She gasped at the feeling of someone’s fingers pressing against her clit, and she mewled drowsily at the sensation.
The last thing she fully remembered was a room full of brown eyed Italian children showing off tricks and talents as she drank the best chianti she’d ever had. Sabrina had a vague recollection of waking up in Cesare’s arms as people around them cheered. He had carried her up the main stairs, softly urging her to go back to sleep. She must have done so, because it was the last thing she remembered.
A shiver of arousal ran down her spine as Sabrina realized how much she entrusted her body to Cesare, and how safe he made her feel. She slept better around him than she did on her own, much less around anyone else. It was like her body already knew that she belonged to him; that all she needed to do was relax and let him take care of her.
Cesare’s firm body pressed against Sabrina’s from behind as he held her in his arms; one of his hands massaged her breast, and another pressed justtherebetween her legs.
Her eyes fluttered open as Cesare leaned forward, enough to press his cheek against hers.
“Good morning, wife.” He drawled.
Sabrina’s hips bucked against Cesare’s solid hand as he applied more pressure, massaging circles into her sensitive clit.
“Cesare!” She gasped.
“No, baby.” Cesare shook his head gently, pressing a gentle kiss to her throat. “When we’re in bed, I am daddy or sir.” He instructed, his voice as silky as it was matter-of-fact.
“Not husband?” Sabrina gasped as he circled wider, his fingers drifting down towards her aching cunt.
Cesare groaned. “Say it again, tesoro.”
“Husband.” She answered huskily.
Cesare rewarded her by thrusting two fingers in at once, the fullness making her arch in pleasure as she cried out.
“Good girl. I like how that sounds coming from your lips.” He praised.
Sabrina could only nod as she buried her head in the pillow, moving her hips in tandem with his hand.
“So wet for me.” Cesare rasped. “I’m going to wake you up like this every morning, tesoro. Would you like that?” Cesare asked.
The ache between Sabrina’s legs intensified, and she let out a soft moan. She was so close.
