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"Before I met you, Giovanni, I thought I knew what love was," she begins. "But then I met you, and everything changed. At first, I hated you – your arrogance, your confidence, the way you seemed to have everything under control. Yet, over time, I found myself drawn to you, admiring your intelligence and your strength."
I can't help but smile at her honesty, knowing that our love story is anything but conventional. But it's our story, and every twist and turn has led us to this moment.
"Today, I stand before you, grateful for the love you've shown me and humbled by your willingness to give up your life to build a new one with me," she says, tears now streaming down her cheeks. "Together, we will face any challenge that comes our way, as partners, allies, and lovers."
As Lulu finishes her vows, I reach out and wipe the tears from her cheeks, my own eyes filled with emotion. This is the beginning of our new life together, bound by our love and unbreakable loyalty. We are ready to face whatever lies ahead, side by side, hand in hand.
"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife," the priest declares, his voice firm yet weary. "You may kiss the bride."
As my lips meet Lulu's, the rest of the world fades away, leaving nothing but the electric connection between us. I feel her body pressed against mine, the heat of her skin a beacon in the dimly lit church.
"Father," I say, reluctantly breaking our passionate embrace, "you might want to leave now. I intend to celebrate with my new wife right here and now."
The priest rolls his eyes, clearly exasperated by our unorthodox ceremony. "I really need to stop accepting donations from people with mob connections. No good ever comes of it." With that, he quickly gathers up his things and leaves the church, the heavy wooden doors closing behind him with a thud.
"Finally," I murmur as I turn back to Lulu, who is already flushed and waiting for me. Her eyes are alight with anticipation, and I can't help but grin at the excitement dancing across her face.
"Are you sure about this, Giovanni?" she asks softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Right here, in the church?"
"More than anything," I reply, pulling her closer and feeling her body melt into mine. "We've been through hell and back together, Lulu. This moment – our first as husband and wife – is something I want to remember forever."
"Then let's make it unforgettable," she whispers, pressing her lips against mine once more.
ChapterForty-Seven
As I stand in the church with Lucia, my beautiful wife, my heart races at the mere sight of her. With each breath, the scent of incense and wood mixed with her intoxicating perfume fills my nostrils.
"Lucia," I whisper, my hands trailing down her naked skin. "I don't believe in God, but here in this church, I intend to worship your body."
She shivers under my touch, goosebumps forming on her delicate skin. I tilt her chin up and kiss her, softly at first, our lips barely brushing against each other. Then, as if a fire ignites within us, the kiss deepens, our tongues tangling together in a passionate dance. My hand pulls at the back of her neck, desperate to bring her closer to me. I can feel her surrendering to me, her body melting into mine.
Reluctantly, I force myself away from her lips, moving down to her neck. I want to explore all of her – every inch, every curve. I suck gently on her skin, right where her collarbone meets her shoulder, only coming up for air to tell her the truth that's been burning inside me.
"Lucia, you are absolutely gorgeous. I'm so lucky to have you, to be able to call you mine. I love you more than anything in this world, and you've made me the happiest man alive."
Her moans send shivers down my spine, but when I pull back, she whimpers and tries to follow me. I raise a hand to stop her, my eyes locked onto hers.
"Wait," I say, my voice thick with desire. "I want to admire you in this moment, memorize every curve of your body."
"Please, Giovanni, touch me," she begs, her eyes pleading.
"I promise I will, but first, I want to worship you. Step back and lean against the altar.” She does with a sultry smile. Then, I take several steps back so I can see all of her.
She stands there, naked except for the white stockings and high heels that hug her legs. My heart races at the sight, and my hand moves down to stroke myself as I admire her beauty. The air between us is charged with desire, and our connection feels electric, binding us together in this sacred space.
"God may not exist," I say to her, "but in this church, Lucia, you are my goddess – and I will worship you with every fiber of my being."
Her breath catches in her throat at my words.
"Now, where do I begin?" I murmur softly as my eyes trace the outline of her face, taking in the curve of her cheekbones and the sparkle in her eyes. "Your face, it's like a work of art –" I say, slowly moving down to her neck, longing to place soft kisses along it. "And your lips, so full and inviting."
"Keep going," she whispers, biting her lip.
"Your breasts are beautiful and full," I continue, as she arches her back slightly, pushing them towards me. "And your waist is perfect for my grasp." I ache to run my hands run down her sides, to feel every inch of her flawless skin.
"Please," she breathes, her voice desperate with need.
"Patience, my love," I reply. "Those thighs are the most perfect handful," and I can't help but groan as I think about letting my fingers trail up her legs. "Your pussy," I tell her, barely able to contain myself, "is the most divine heaven I've ever tasted."
