“Sì.It will be a shield for yours.”
I had so much to say to him. Mostly, I wanted to vow to be good at this wife thing. I didn’t say that, though, because all I could promise was that I would love him forever, and the rest…I would do my best. My life was so different from his. I didn’t come from a family, or even a place, where men acted and spoke like him and his family. But he was right. My passion led me to him, and I would spend the rest of my life learning how to tread next to him in this dangerous and amorous world that was his.
Dangerous.
All that we had to be worried about came rushing back to me, and I looked away from him, wondering how we were going to fix this.
He took my chin and forced me to look at him. “Eyes on me.”
“What happens after this, Nazzareno?”
He slid my ass toward him and I gasped, reaching out because it felt like I was falling. Instead of grabbing for the table, though, I reached for his shoulders. They were just as solid. So were his hands on me.
“After this? We fuck like tomorrow will not come—as the animals we are.” He kissed me wild and hard, and then released my mouth in a rush. I was still gasping for breath. “We make love like we have forever—as husband and wife.” This time, the kiss was slower, more sensual, and I melted into it.
The entire time he’d been slowly inching me back, and my hands roamed over his shoulders in a whispered breath, until I undid his button-down and slid my hands underneath. We both groaned at the skin-to-skin contact. I ran my fingertips along the length of his shoulders, inching his shirt off. I ran my fingertips down his sculpted chest, down to the deep V of his hips, and when I came to the waistband of his pants, his stomach contracted.
“Your hands on me feel like forgiveness, my wife,” he said against my mouth.
“Your hands on me feel like the most delicious sin,myhusband,” I said against his.
In all my life, I never thought I’d say those two words.My husband.And not only say them, but like that. I would have laughed it off and called someone fucking cuckoo.
Who was the loon bird now?
Our tongues reached out and swirled, and then he pushed his in deep and I moaned. He groaned when my hand slid down his pants and wrapped around his hot, swollen cock. Gently, I stroked him from base to tip, and he pushed into it like he was slowly fucking me.
My uterus contracted, and every part of me felt like it needed to be touched, licked, and sucked. I ached for it. Using my feet, I pushed his pants and boxers down, and after kicking off his shoes, he stepped out of them.
He rose to his full height, looking down on me like I was the meal on the table, and I started to squirm.
He said something in Italian, and then translated. “Still yourself.”
“I can’t,” I barely got out. “I want you so bad.”
“Want me?”
“Needyou.”
He knocked everything off the table in one violent swoop, except for a fruit arrangement that had been left. He undid the belt around my waist, taking his time undressing me, like he hadn’t just knocked everything to the floor in a rush.
Once he had me naked, he took in my body, and then took in the arrangement. He grabbed for a silver jar in the middle of it, and after opening the top, put it to his nose. His eyes closed for a second, before he poured the sticky liquid over my breasts and my stomach. He took berries and set them over mycucchia, lining them up to form the V shape.
The smell in the air…I was getting high off it. A mixture between him and the sweetness.
He took a berry from me and slid it in his mouth. He wrapped his arms underneath me and pulled me down the table some, then his body engulfed mine as his mouth came over mine. The berry swirled between our tongues, until he let me have it to eat. Before I was done, he kissed me again and groaned as the bittersweet flavor invaded his mouth.
He pulled on my lip with his teeth as he started to work his way lower and lower, until I was writhing with need and about to orgasm just from the way his tongue felt. When he closed his mouth over my nipple, sucking the cream clean, I convulsed and whimpered at the same time. His tongue made a path to the other side, and he did the same.
“Fuck,” I breathed out. “This feels so good.”
I could feel his teeth graze my skin as he moved even lower, licking the sweet stickiness from my stomach, from every dip and indention of my curves, and when he came to my thighs, he took a berry and slid it over them.
I sighed at how chilled it felt against my overheated skin, and then I moaned when he rolled it around my center, sending beautiful tingles through me. My nipples were stiff peaks, and they ached to be touched again, to be licked, from what he was doing to be from below. I fisted my hands when he dipped the berry inside of me.
“Open your eyes, Ava.”
I could barely, but I did.
