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Chapter Twenty-Two
ARIA
I wake up to the light streaming into the room and glance over at my still sleeping husband. He came to bed late last night, and I can’t really blame him. As the day before comes back to me, I know I have been cruel to a man who has tried to give me the world. A man who has wanted to give me the world for years now, and I didn’t even know it because my father wouldn’t allow us to be together. So, he had never even told me this man was a prospective suitor.
I go to my closet and grab the bag that I had brought home from shopping with Isa. I had managed to get one lingerie set that I believed to be tasteful for my figure, and I quickly take it out to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I don’t want him to wake up in the middle of this and catch me. It will ruin the surprise.
I smooth my hair out over my shoulders and check myself in the mirror and am surprised by how good I look. The curvy sides of my stomach and hips show out from underneath the lace, and just the bottom of my ass peeks out the bottom of the panties. The stockings match the lace on the sides and come up to my thighs. I think he is going to appreciate this, if he can get past the hurt from what I said yesterday. I fully plan on spending the day with him, getting to know each other like we are supposed to. I am ready to start acting like his wife. He has done everything to deserve it, protecting me in a way no one else can.
I take a deep breath and walk out, turning on the light in the room to wake him up before I go to the edge of the bed, my hair spread out over me and my leg up on the edge of our bed. He stirs, and the covers slide off of him as he stretches, looking every bit like a god with his thin, muscular frame and the dark patch of his hair right below his lip that entices me so.
His eyes flutter open, and he sits up straight in bed, his eyes gliding over me with nothing but pure lust. I can tell no words are going to need to be spoken now as he scoots forward. His legs are on either side of mine, and he looks as if he is in an act of worship while kissing down my leg, rolling the stocking down as he does.
I don’t want to close my eyes because I want to see his, so I fight the urge as chills go up my spine at his touch. As he gets to my ankle, he nibbles at it lightly, and I gasp at the sensation. I can't imagine anyone ever having been better at this than he is. He knows just how to touch me, where to put pressure and where to just trail his fingers. My body is just aching and buzzing all over as the stocking falls to the floor and he motions for my other leg. I can tell this is going to be a slow and sensual process. He is going to take his time with me, and I can’t say I would have it any other way, though my stomach burns in protest, a need building that I am still not used to.
Once my legs are bare, he pulls me to him abruptly, making me lose my breath and all train of thought. His lips are exploring the skin through the lace, and I struggle for air as he does, spinning me around to reach every part of exposed skin he can. My eyes are wide as I melt into his touch, and I can’t keep my eyes open any longer right now because the sensation is just too much.
Then, I feel myself being jerked down, and through my thin panties, he is letting me feel how hard he is, allowing me to rub myself over him for a moment. But I know this is just the start; just foreplay. He wants me to know what my body is doing to him, and judging by the wetness I feel, he is doing the exactly the same to me.
His hands slide up my back and neck, making m shiver in his arms, and I am suddenly restless and needy. I moan and whimper for him to let me have some kind of satisfaction, but it doesn't come, not yet.
Finally, I find myself on my back, my panties sliding off just as slow as my stockings had. I know he must smell my passion for him as they slip to the floor. I am saturated and ready as he crawls up to me, placing his lips on top of mine. I drink him down, getting lost in our kiss as his hand slowly slide up my thigh. I can feel my heart beating faster and faster as he reaches my wetness, his fingers spreading me open just a little. His finger dips inside of me as if he is sampling me, and I sigh into him, arching my back as he begins to slide his finger further inside.
He begins a pumping motion, and I gasp, spreading my legs so he can get to me better. I feel another finger go inside, testing me, making me wider, and I know I will have to continue that if I am going to fit him inside of me.
The thought of that makes my mouth water, and I open my eyes to look at him while his teeth graze the skin along my neck and collar bone. “Take me,” I tell him, breathing it out. “Please,” I add.
He smirks at me and then rises up, his boxers coming off in an instant. I suppose in the bedroom, ask and I shall receive.
He is on his knees as he scoops me up and crushes my body against him, my bodice coming off with little effort. My skin is now right up against his, and it feels searing hot as he lets his hands slide over me possessively. I wrap my legs around him knowing that this will farther things along, and I can feel him pressing against me.
Something flashes in his eyes before I feel him enter me. It is both painful and pleasurable as he begins to fill me up, gently making his long shaft fit into my tight center. I sigh when he finally makes it into the hilt, and he grabs a fist full of my hair as he begins rocking us back and forth in rhythm. My breath comes in jags as he pull my hair tightly, humping my body like the waves of the ocean crashing against the shore. Then, I begin to shake uncontrollably, and he holds me to him, pumping in me even harder and more determined until it reaches a fever pitch. My nails dig into his back as I scream his name, a pulsing slamming around his cock inside of me until I feel his warmth inside of me as well.
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I look at Salvatore shyly underneath my eyelashes as we enjoy a meal in bed. We have been together all day like I planned, and now I am in my robe and he is in his, and we are having dinner here in our room. He has offered to run us a bath afterward. I don’t know why I am feeling so shy, but I feel like I owe him something. I gave him my body but let him do a lot of the talking today about his likes and dislikes, his family. He doesn’t see them often but does speak fondly of them. But I need to let him know it goes deeper than this surface we have been skimming over all day.
“Thank you,” I say suddenly, and he looks at me in surprise and confusion. “For saving me. For marrying me, yes, but for everything else too. It was you who got me out, wasn’t it?”
He is silent for a moment as if thinking if he should be honest, and then he nods. “I didn’t want to get on your father’s bad side just in case…” he tells me, trailing off.
“When I was in there, those men…they ruined me. The first thing I saw when I woke up was Cheng, and he warned me about everything they would do to me and why. So, I anticipated it all and never knew when and if it would end. He told me I’d want to die but didn’t know for sure yet if he was ever going to kill me or just eventually give me back to my father, entirely useless and broken. So, I knew what my fate would be before the first of his men had their way with me.” My voice had lowered to a whisper. I can’t remember talking about this really at all since I made it out. This is what I can give him though, honesty and gratefulness. “I kept hoping my father would save me, and when he didn’t, I hated him. I hated him even more for allowing Cheng to bid for my hand. You were my escape, and I don’t think I could have fallen for anybody else.”
He brings my face to his gently and kisses me a million times. I can feel nothing but the love he has held onto for me radiating off of him.
