Page 24 of The Bond

Our tongues collided. I coaxed a soft moan from her as I stroked her tongue with mine. Valentina started grinding against me then, the friction making my erection go even harder, sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

She started panting as she came up for air and then returned to eagerly kissing me back. I explored her, swirling my tongue into her mouth as I realized that now that we were married, and had completely bared our souls, I could drink my fill of her. We were both feverish with desire. I could feel the heat of her body through the flimsy fabric of her wedding gown.

Next thing I knew, Valentina was wrenching her soft mouth away to begin slipping my coal-colored jacket from my shoulders. I quickly took off my gun and my holster to let her start to unbutton the vest beneath.

She threw the vest aside. “I take it you want to spend tonight with me.”

“More than I have ever wanted anything in my life,” I replied immediately.

Hunger flashed in her eyes, mirroring my own desperate greed for her. She laughed, her hands lowering to unbutton and unzip my pants. I kicked off my shoes and she worked on shedding the rest of my clothes, including my boxer briefs, which she tossed over my shoulder.

I watched her eyes go wide as she took in my erection. She licked her lips, a blatant display of her desire. I couldn’t help but grin, Valentina’s reaction to me a huge boost for my ego.

“Happy?” I asked her.

“Very.” She kissed me again, her hand lowering to seize my erection, stroking me slowly, luxuriously, until pleasure nearly knocked me off my feet.

Tearing my mouth away, I said, “Your turn.”

Reluctantly, I let her release her hold on my hardness and got to work helping her undress.

I turned her around so that her back was to me, her perfect ass grinding up against my erection. I had to suppress a groan as I unhooked the back of her dress then slid the pure white satin down her curves, the fabric whispering as it pooled at her feet. I let my hand caress down her back, following the curve of her spine so that I could memorize her body. In that moment, I vowed to commit every part of her to memory so that I could learn what pleased her.

Desperate for her, I turned her to face me again. She was so fucking gorgeous, radiant with a light that seemed to come from within her. In that moment, and all the moments after, Valentina was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. Not just her stunning face or her perfect body—it was, above all else, her heart and her soul that I saw as I stripped her bare.

She slipped off her shoes to step out of the satin pooled at her feet and it was then I really noticed the white garter around her thigh. I almost laughed when I saw the garter was holding a gun in place—a small pistol—attaching it to her inner thigh. Of course she had armed herself, even on our wedding day.

Valentina gave me a seductive smile when she caught me staring at her thigh, and with one movement she was stretching out onto the bed with all the grace of a cat. Damn, she was sexy—dressed in a strapless bra, lace panties, and that garter holding the gun. I got into the bed beside her, my hands working in tandem with hers to take off her bra. Then, I peeled off her panties, leaving only the garter.

She lifted her thigh. “You know it’s tradition for the groom to take it off.”

“At the reception surely,” I murmured, taking her hand to kiss right above her wedding band.

“This is much more fun,” she said.

I relished this, being able to go at our own pace. Without any pressure to perform in front of anyone. Without us wondering what the other was hiding. It was like we were finally seeing each other fully for the first time and it was incredible. My heart hammered as realization dawned on me that Valentina was truly mine. She was my wife not just on paper, but where it truly mattered—in her heart. All while my love for her was etched on my heart and always would be. No piece of paper could fully encapsulate what I felt for her.

With a wolfish grin, I reached out to undo the garter around her thigh, carefully placing the gun on the nightstand by the bed.

“You couldn’t be the only one armed.” she asked. “I wasn’t going to let the boys have all the fun.”

I grinned at her.

She smiled momentarily, but her smile vanished when she glanced at my shoulder where the shard of glass had grazed it earlier than day. “Enzo—”

“It’s nothing,” I reassured her. “That’s not bravado. See for yourself, it’s already healing on its own. I barely lost any blood.”

She reached out to gently place a hand on my shoulder, right below the wound. Valentina did it with such tenderness, that I marveled that someone could treat a brute like me with such genuine affection. She’d probably hate to admit it, but Valentina could be kind too. I remember how she had helped nurse me back to health after the fire nearly killed me. I was hands-down, the luckiest man on earth to have this woman’s heart. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that my sworn enemy would turn out to be the love of my life.

Pulling her hand away, she lay back down on the bed, spreading her legs wide for me. “I need you, Enzo. I want you so badly.”

Truly I felt like howling. Or some other animalistic response to her shameless response to me.

I edged closer, positioning myself to bury my face between her quivering thighs. I kissed a trail up and down her inner thigh, her skin fragrant, soft, and silky smooth. Unable to hold back any longer, I let my tongue find the sweet wetness between her legs. Gripping her thighs, I flicked my tongue expertly. Valentina whimpered as she grabbed onto my hair. She tasted so good that I groaned. She trembled against me, moaning as I devoured her. Swirling my tongue against her feminine heat, I took my time with her, savoring the taste of her essence. When she climaxed with a cry of my name, I pulled back to let her catch her breath.

“Don’t stop now,” she gasped out with a ragged laugh.

Smiling, I lowered myself onto her, taking care that I didn’t crush her under my weight. But she seemed to relish my body on her because she wrapped one leg around me, pulling me ever closer to heaven.