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“I’m going to keep you anyway, Suna, for the rest of our lives,” Vincenzo said slowly, his eyes raising back to mine. “Even though you are more than I deserve.”
His hand wrapped around the long plait that had gathered my hair together for the fancy up-do and pulled sharply. I gasped, but the pain wasn’t terrible. It wasn’t even unpleasant. I leaned into it like a scratching an itch I’d never known I had.
“But I promise I’ll never forget that fact. It’s the most I can do for you.” His lips lingered over mine, and my heart pounded in my chest. Why did that sound romantic? I was as insane as he was.
“Are you going to kiss me, or…?”
His kiss hit me hard, and it wasn’t gentle. Before I could breathe or steady myself, he was on me. He pulled me to him firmly, his hands tight on my waist as his hard body rubbed against my front, making my nipples pebble and skin tingle. His hands fell to my breasts, pushed up like a banquet waiting to be devoured, and he wasted no time following with his mouth. His tongue lathed at my skin as his stubble scratched me in the best way. I arched into his capable touch.
He tugged the cups of the corset down with inhuman strength. I’d had four people lace me into that thing. It wasn’t easy to budge, yet Vincenzo made it look effortless. His hot mouth latching around my nipples made me moan. When he guided me back to the bed, I fell wordlessly with his arms around me, lying back and letting him feast on me to his heart’s content. I’d never experienced something so carnal and illicit as his mouth tugging on my rosy peaks until my toes curled. Something waited in the distance, a promise of pleasure I could only imagine and wanted to reach for, but I needed more. I needed him to touch me lower, where all the heat in my body was pooling.
“Please, Vincenzo, I want more,” I panted, unsure what exactly I was asking for, only knowing this slow seduction was a torture I couldn’t endure.
His hand wandered down the front of my lace bodysuit, heading for that thrilling slit in the fabric, and then his fingers were on me. Just like in the car, I rose with stunning speed. I was so turned on around this man, I was always halfway to completion, and his touch just finished me off. He fucked me with his fingers until I was trembling and then pulled back before I could finish, making me protest loudly.
“You come when I’m inside you, and only then for this first time as man and wife,” he said bluntly, sitting up to tear off his shirt.
His pants soon followed along with his black boxers, and just like that, he was naked. I stared at his body, all golden skin and dark hair, long elegant lines of muscle, and the most impressive arousal I’d ever seen. Not that I was an expert. Quite the opposite. Was it even going to fit? I stared at it, and my expression must have given away my trepidation.
“It’ll fit,” Vincenzo said. “It was made to fit me, and I was made to be inside you.” He shifted across me, lowering a hand to my aching slit and rubbing me until my back arched, and my sweet release lingered on the horizon.
“Tesora, this first time is going to hurt, but I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
It was the last he said before he pressed inside me. He was right. It did hurt, but not like I’d thought. It hurt oddly, an ache that longed for more, even as the pain stunned me. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to be impaled to the bed by this man, unable to move. I wanted his weight to press me into the mattress.
He pushed inside until he met his end, cupping my face and kissing me deeply. “There you go, tesora. You’re taking me so well,” he muttered as he moved. “You’re so tight, you’re killing me. It’s a good way to go, though.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Here I was, married to one of the most feared mafiosos in the city, and he was being so brutally tender and making me smile through my pain. He promised to kill a man for me in one breath and made me laugh with another. I was head over heels for this man. It was pointless to deny it.
“Is that your retirement plan? Death by good sex?”
“With you, why not? Before we met, I never dared imagine—" he broke off, grunting as I flexed my hips and hitched my legs higher on his waist, taking him deeper. His pace increased, and the pain faded, pleasure blossoming.
“Never dared imagine what?” I asked innocently, scratching my nails down his back and arching my body so I could press closer to him.
“Never dared imagine I could love someone like I love you,” he said, stunning me with his raw honesty.
He slipped out of me, and I protested, needing him deep inside me. He turned me on my side and slid behind me, his arm around my throat and the other guiding his slick head between my legs. He entered me again, this time from behind. I gasped as his hand wandered down my front, stopping at my chest and lower to my clit, still puffy and swollen from his earlier attentions. He continued to pump into me in long, controlled thrusts, his fingers rubbing endless circles on me. I was rising again, this time faster than ever.
Vincenzo’s arm tightened around my neck, pulling me closer, heightening every sensation in my body. He spoke in my ear, rough and guttural. “Come now, Suna. Come on my cock, before I burst and lose control, and fill you up. Come,” he practically commanded, and somehow, the words set me free.
Pleasure crashed over me, turning me into a tight ball of ecstasy, a pulse of bliss. He showed no mercy, continuing to fuck me senseless until he followed me with a growl. He bit down on my ear like he had only days ago, whispering words into my ear as he pumped into me until his thrusts grew sloppy and wet.
“You’re mine, tesora. All mine.”
When he finally pulled from me on a rush of his spend, gathering me close and kissing me slowly and deeply, I realized he was correct. I was his.
