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“You were right by my side when I got shot in the chest, June. You stayed there until I came back to you the day after. You might not beused to it, but you’ll be able to handle anything. I believe that with every fiber in me.”
He stands straight up again, smoothing my hair back before he leans down to kiss me. “You’re going to pose as my bride, and I think you’ll play the part better than anyone else ever could.”
ChapterThirty
JUNE
Hearing Marcello refer to me as his bride, even just as a role I would play, makes my whole chest feel as though it’s lighting up deep within me. I was never the girl who obsessed over her wedding or falling in love but knowing that he sees me as the perfect person to stand by his side at such a pivotal moment almost brings me to tears.
His kisses are deep and prolonged, just the way he did it on the first night we spent together. The gravity of our new pact of devotion gives a new meaning to the kisses, as if he means to sayI’m here for you, and I always will be.
I stand on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck, biting his lower lip in response. I need him to know that this is all I’ve wanted ever since the day I met him, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be right now than in this kitchen with his lips on mine.
When he begins to playfully bite at my lower lip as well, I take his hands and place them on my body. First on my breasts, then down to my hips. He lifts them back up to my breasts, massaging my nipples through my shirt. The way he touches me ignites something in my brain that nearly sends me to the floor with desperation for more of him. I wish I could concentrate on this feeling and spread it all over my body.
I moan into his mouth a bit, and he pulls away, slipping his hands under my shirt to lift it over my head. Now I’m standing in front of him, half naked and breathless for him. The intensity of his eyes on me makes me want to turn away for a moment, like I can’t handle the power his gaze holds. But I’m so captivated by him that I’m unable to escape it at all.
He leans down a bit, biting and kissing my neck right in that spot that had sent chills through me the first time. This time is no different, and he smiles against my skin with satisfaction. All he wants is to please me, and he’s learning new ways to do it every time he touches me.
Grabbing under my ass, he lifts me onto the countertop to bring my breasts to the level of his face. My skin is so warm against his, and the contrast emphasizes each sense as his touch activates my whole body.
When he begins to suck on my breasts, I’m hypnotized by how incredible it feels. I remember the way it felt when he did this to me the first time, and it’s something I’ve craved years down the line. Nothing I ever did to myself could mimic half of the pleasure he’s able to give me so easily, and I pull his face even closer to me to show him my hunger for more.
“You can bite them if you want,” I whisper, my voice a quiet shudder as my resolve begins to crumble.
Without a word, he looks up at me with a devious smile before he begins to bite my nipples and breasts. The contact is just hard enough to challenge my pain tolerance while being pleasurable enough for me to want more.
I want him to leave marks, but I’m worried that they would look unsightly in a formal gown that I’ll have to wear to the wedding with him.
No issues. There’s always the future.
Nothing turns me on more than knowing that I’ll be able to have this intimacy with Marcello for the rest of my life. I want him to claim me, to prove to the world that I belong to him and that onlyhecan satisfy me.
He begins to work at pulling my pants off, and I take them off the rest of the way to show him how badly I need him. The urgency I feel for him in my entire body is stronger than it’s ever been.
Maybe it’s the added emotions. Perhaps it’s the impending danger. I can’t be sure, but what I do know is that anything he does to me is going to feel like heaven.
I’m already wet for him, and he rubs my clit gently as I grind my hips onto his hand. I feel like I’m addicted to him, that anything he gives me will never be enough until he’s turned me inside out.
He lays me back on the counter, placing my legs on his shoulders before he pulls his cock out of his pants. Every time I see it, I’m shocked at how big it is. No matter how many times he fucks me, I always fear that I’ll be unprepared for it.
My pussy is so wet that he slides in effortlessly, and he bends me at a slight angle to increase his leverage on my hips. He’s only halfway in, and I already feel like the pressure is too much for me to take.
His strokes are slow at first, and I’m not sure if it’s an attempt to tease me or to make sure that he won’t hurt me. He’s fully in control, holding onto my legs and thrusting in inch by inch until my whole pussy is wrapped tightly around him.
I’ve never been able to feel how swollen and warm my pussy is with any other man I’ve been with. They all left me feeling dissatisfied and used, and I’d be lucky to get one orgasm of my own out of the experience.
“I’m going to make you cum over and over. Do you think you can handle that?” he says with an impish smile.
“What do you mean? Haven’t you already been doing that?” I ask, my breath escaping me as he slides in deeper.
“Maybe that’s what you think, but you have no idea what I’m capable of yet,” he replies, angling his hips to press his cock into my g-spot.
I moan out loud, grinding myself on his cock as I wish desperately that he would just fuck me already. No more talking.
“How are you going to do that? I thought I’d seen all your tricks already,” I reply with a bratty smile of my own, taunting him as my pussy throbs around him.
Without missing a beat, he lifts my hips off the counter and holds them firmly to his body. He starts to fuck me slowly, and I can already tell that I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. He’s just getting started, and he wants me to know it. He’s toying with me like a cat does with a mouse.
