We both grinned.
She went to offer me one but took it back before it made it to my mouth. She stuck it in her own, but I was too quick. I was up, holding her back so she wouldn’t topple over, and stole it from her. Our tongues twirled around the grape juice, sweet and tart, and the bunch fell from her hands as she fisted her greedy fingers in my hair and started to rub against me for friction.
I kissed her until we both couldn’t breathe, and then ventured further down, sucking her skin, until I reached her breasts. Weighing each one in my hand, caressing her nipples with my thumbs, I watched as she closed her eyes. Her mouth parted and her back arched. Her breasts were engorged and almost hot—a droplet of milk ran from her nipple, down her breast, to be absorbed by the fabric of the dress.
“Sei così bella, mia moglie,” I whispered.You’re so beautiful, my wife.She was the most gorgeous creature I’d ever seen.
With the moon behind her, and her eyes as wicked, it was hard to tell if this was real or a dream. As fast and as hard as the wine rushed through her veins, so did the whiskey in mine.
“I make you feel good?” she asked in Italian, gazing up at the stars, until she looked right at me, residual light lingering in her feline eyes.
“Scarlett Rose Fausti…” My voice caught. Then I switched to Italian, keeping my voice low, unable to clear the roughness away. “You have no idea how good you make me feel. Or how much I want you. Still. Your body does insane things to mine. I’ve never known want like this. I’ll never know it unless it’s you. If I don’t come inside of you, I’m going to die from the want.”
Quiet settled between us, as our eyes connected on an even deeper level.
“I love that you gave me a child,” I continued in Italian. “I love spending my life with you. Growing old with you. You make me the bravest man by standing next to me. I also worry the most because I have a terrible weakness.”
In the glow of the moon, I could almost see the pounding of her heart.
I took a grape that had fallen from the bunch on the blanket and offered it to her. Her hand came to mine, not stopping me, but a moment of hesitation lingered. Finally, she released me, leaning forward to take half. But I gave her the entire thing. She ate slowly, swallowed, and then licked her lips.
Suddenly the dress felt like iron between her body and mine.
“You’ll never die from want,” she said in Italian as I stripped her down.
Her breath left her in a rush as I flipped her over. Her breasts pressed so hard against my chest that I felt liquid run down my body as her legs spread open to welcome me in.
Not yet.
I knew my limits and how close I could get to death before letting it consume me. Her body was made for my hands, but she was meant for my mouth to taste. She was the sweetest thing to ever touch my tongue.
My body worshipped her body until a tremble shook her, and she screamed out my name. I wasn’t finished though.
“You’ve never denied me a part of your body,” I said, my hands stilling on her hips, my thumbs over her womb, the pressure heavy. Compared to me, she was so small.
“My body is yours,” she breathed out, and in the same moment, I entered her.
The move made her gasp and me almost growl. So slick, so tight, so hot. I couldn’t move, not at first. All the blood rushed from my head.
Fuck. She was going to kill me. The tremble that ran through her ran through me too.
When instinct took over, I moved out of her, hearing her whimper, her pleading—Don’t stop, I belong to you, I need you, I love you.
I dipped down, running my tongue along her earlobe. “Something else,” I ground out.
She bucked against me, her body slapping against mine, her nails digging into my flesh, teasing me to move again. But I didn't give in.
“Tell me, my wife,” I said in Italian.
“Oh God.” She let out a long, deep moan.
“Scarlett. Look at me.”
Her eyes slowly blinked open, high on too much drink and too much pleasure.
“Ohh,” she almost sighed out. Her hand came up and touched my cheek. “My soul,mio marito. I feel you there.”
“Mysoul,” I said in Italian, staring at her until neither of us could take it anymore. Keeping her hips centered, I thrusted forward, hard enough to make her lose her breath and then scream out my name.
