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“Tease,” I accuse again.
“Just keeping my pussy warm. You don’t have to get ready if you stay ready.” He smirks, arching a single eyebrow for emphasis.He pulls away, and this time, I let him.
Amused by his Lennonisms, I finish my wine, and he pours another. Devious thoughts are at the forefront. I want to be brazen and tease him too. I wait until he carries our plates of spaghetti to the dinner table. He puts our plates down and pulls out a chair for me, but I want his, so I take it. His cock is already at half mast. I take his growing hardness into my hand, and he hisses at my touch. I lean down and lick the tip before taking the head into my mouth. I suck him slowly as my hand massages his balls. His head falls back, and his eyes close in ecstasy. He grabs my hair, ready for me to take him deeper. My mischievous smile forms around his cock as I pull back and pat his throbbing erection as it moves on its own against my hand.
“Are you toying with me?” He looks down at me —equally amused.
“I’m just keeping you warm, baby. You don’t have to get ready if you stay ready,” I regurgitate, using his same words on him.
“Touché, my little equal opportunist. Gauntlet thrown and picked up,” he warns with an ominous chuckle.
We eat our spaghetti, and I must admit that it’s delicious. Not better than authentic Italian spaghetti good, but I’ll give it a close second. He stares across the table at me, and I can see the lust in his hooded eyes.Oh. God.Will we even get to finish our food? He looks ready to pounce at any moment. I manage to finish, so I get up to bring my plate to the kitchen. I don’t even make it there before he grabs me from behind. He throws me over his shoulder fireman style, taking the plate out of my hand. He carries me the rest of the way to the kitchen to place the dish in the sink before heading back toward the bedroom. He slaps my ass, and I let out a squeal. He pushes the door closed with his foot and then does something unexpected. He lowers me down so that my ass rests upon a wooden dresser. He kneels just enough to secure my legs around his head. My head leans back against the cold mirror as he buries his face in my pussy and begins his special kind of torment. He sucks on my nub with renewed fervor. His arms wrap underneath my legs only to pin my hips against the wood. It’s a struggle to buck in this position so he is in total control. I try to squeeze my legs closed, but this just locks his head between my legs, his face perfectly aligned with my pussy. His tongue plunges inside me, and I cry, overwhelmed by the delicious assault.
He looks up at me with that smirk I love so much. “You were saying, A mhuirnín?” I’m boneless.Spent. He walks us over to the bed, but I’m not sure how much I have left to give. He slides up between my legs and begins nibbling on my neck. He gifts me with two more orgasms before we both finally ride out the abyss of exhaustion, but not before he whispers those four glorious words that I wasn’t sure I’d ever hear from him.
“I love you, Aurora.”
EPILOGUE
Aurora
3 MONTHS LATER
Igrip my gothic black bouquet in one hand as I inch my way toward the altar—one foot in front of the other, just as I rehearsed. Although dyed, my bouquet is supposed to symbolize rebirth, but it serves as a distraction for the briefest moment. The heavenly floral bloom consists of thirty-five roses. I started counting them as soon as I began the procession. My nerves are wreaking havoc, but I blow out slow, even breaths. This is really happening. I sneak glances at the church pews on each side of me. My family and Cosa Nostra are sitting to the left of the aisle, while Lennon’s family and clan sits to the right. We definitely have more in attendance on our side, but my union with Lennon merges our families and allegiance. My father squeezes my bicep with his free hand, and his support is comforting,somewhat. Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect”plays as I continue to walk toward my future husband. The chapel is saturated in pure black with only hints of gold to match my wedding gown and the décor my fiancé insisted on. It’s absolutely beautiful and more fit for a princess than the traditional white. Unsurprisingly, even the church pews are solid black. I don’t know how Lennon achieved such a feat, but they have to be custom for the wedding to appease his compulsion for darkness.
Tears well in my eyes,but I refuse to let them fall. I don’t want to ruin the makeup I sat for hours to have put on, but the emotions of today are all-consuming. My knight is dressed in his typical black and didn’t ride in on a horse to rescue me. Instead, he had me abducted and held as his prisoner until I eventually fell for his savage charm. This is not your typical fairytale, yet I wouldn’t want it any other way. I’ve never felt more alive than when I’m with him. It wasn’t long ago that I was set to marry Niccoló—a man that I could never visualize myself loving. Now, against all odds, a different man has managed to conquer my virginity and claim me as his. We infiltrated each other’s hearts, slipping past the guard we held erected for so long.
Lennon’sfour brothers and my brother Alessandro are the groomsmen. My housemaids, with the exception of Amerie, along with Aisling are my bridesmaids. When we reach the bridal party, my father releases my hand to allow me to step up to the platform to join Lennon before taking a front-row seat with my mom. I hand off my bouquet to Aisling, who I made my maid of honor. My housemaids didn’t want the spotlight. I’ve been slightly nervous to look at the beautiful man before me, but the wind is knocked out of my sails when I do. The way his muscled form fills out his all-black tux is downright sinful and equally distracting.
How am I supposed to focus on the ceremony? His megawatt smile makes the butterflies in my chest flutter. He silently mouths that I look beautiful, and I blush. The words the priest begins to speak are a blur as Lennon’s cerulean blue stare continues to hold me captive. A small smirk plays at the corner of his lips. He knows the effect he’s having on me. When prompted to share our vows, we join hands. I recite the words I have memorized, but they don’t seem to express all I feel. When it’s Lennon’s turn, the man of few words and one-liners delivers the most eloquent promise to love and cherish me. Holding back my tears are futile at this point, and the tears begin to trickle as he places the mic at his side so our loves ones can’t hear. He delivers one additional promise. His mouth caresses the shell of my ear as he whispers, “I also promise to always fuck you hard just the way you like it and give you multiple orgasms. You will always come first.” I can feel the heat creep up my neck. I can feel the priest’s stare but I can’t look at him now. I wipe the tears from my eyes as I stifle my chuckle. Holy fuck, I can’t believe Lennon just made me wet in the lord’s house. He gives me a suggestive wink before he takes a small step back, my hands still in his. Now, I just want him to rip this dress from my body and consummate this marriage. If I was distracted before, there is zero hope for me now. We exchange rings and say our “I dos.” Once we are announced as husband and wife and he’s instructed to kiss the bride, it borders on obscene. The priest clears his throat, and Lennon finally has the tact to release his lip-lock. Aisling passes my bouquet back to me and gives us a congratulatory smile. Lennon holds up our joined hands before we begin the recessional with our bridal party close behind.
“How long dowe have to entertain these people at the reception?” he whispers. “I’m ready to start the honeymoon with my wife.”
“These people are our families,”I remind. “This is their day too. We have the rest of our lives to make love,” I tease. His rush to escape is obvious.
“You’re rightin that we will have the rest of our lives to make love, but that’s not what’s happening tonight or probably even this week.” He grins. “I want to fuck you to oblivion, and once that’s out of my system, this lovemaking you speak of can be put back on the table.”
I playfully push his arm. “Shush.”He’s not exactly quiet about his plans for us. Thankfully, it doesn’t appear that anyone heard him.
“Shush me now.But let’s see how quiet you can be when I bring you to those orgasms.”
I bitethe inside of my cheek because I know he’s right. Tonight and for the foreseeable future will be no-holds-barred, and I welcome every moment of it. I got the guy, and our future begins now.
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