“Raffaele,” I started, shaking my head, “you don’t need to?—”
“Oh, I think I do.” His smirk widened as his thumbs brushed over the waistband of my pants, his touch firm but unhurried. “I can feel how tight your neck and shoulders are. You’re wound up, Vivian. You’ve had a stressful week. Let me take the tension away.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but the words died in my throat as he pulled my pants down with deliberate slowness. The cool air hit my skin, and my cheeks burned as he dropped my pants to the floor, taking my panties with them.
“Raffaele.”
His eyes locked onto mine as he knelt in front of me. “Relax,” he murmured, spreading my thighs. “Let me take care of you.”
I swallowed hard as he pressed a kiss to the inside of my knee. His lips were soft, warm, and the sensation sent a ripple of heat through me. He moved slowly, kissing a path up my thigh, his hands firm on my hips as he held me in place.
I tried to focus, to clear my mind, but it was impossible. Each kiss up my leg pulled me deeper into a haze of need. By the time his lips brushed the sensitive skin between my thighs, I was trembling and gripping the edge of the desk.
“You’re already so wet,” he murmured, his breath hot against me. “Do you know how beautiful you are like this?”
I couldn’t find the words to respond, my thoughts dissolving into static as his tongue flicked over my clit. A broken moan slipped from my lips, and I felt him smile against me, his hands tightening on my thighs as he began to explore me.
His tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, teasing and coaxing me higher with each pass. I couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from my lips, couldn’t stop my hips from bucking against him. He groaned softly, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through me.
“Raffaele,” I gasped, my hands flying to his hair as he sucked on my clit. “Oh, gods?—”
“That’s it,” he murmured as he pressed his tongue against me again. “Let me hear you, Vivian.”
The tension in my body coiled tighter as his fingers brushed against my entrance. He slid one finger inside me, and I let outa shaky moan, my walls clenching around him as he began to move.
“You’re so tight,” he said, his tone full of awe as he added a second finger, stretching me. “So perfect.”
I bit my lip, my head falling back as his fingers moved in a steady rhythm that matched the flicks of his tongue. The pressure built higher and higher, every nerve-ending alight as I teetered on the edge.
“Raffaele,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can,” he murmured. “You can take it, Vivian. Let go for me.”
He added a third finger, curling them just right, and I cried out, my hips jerking against him as the tension finally snapped. My orgasm crashed over me, wave after wave of pleasure leaving me trembling and breathless. He didn’t stop, his fingers and tongue coaxing every last shudder from me until I was a boneless mess on the desk.
But he wasn’t done.
I barely had time to recover before he added another finger, the stretch almost too much. He moved slowly, carefully, letting me adjust, and the sensation was so raw and intimate that I couldn’t put it into words.
“Raffaele,” I whimpered.
“Just breathe,” he said softly, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my hip. “I’ve got you.”
He flicked his tongue over my clit again, and I moaned, my body tightening around his fingers. The pressure was building faster this time, the pleasure almost too much to bear. And then he shifted, his pinky sliding out of me only to press gently against my asshole.
I gasped, my body stiffening as he circled the sensitive ring of muscle, teasing and testing. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice calm and steady. “Trust me.”
I did. Slowly, carefully, he pushed his pinky inside me, and the sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt. It was strange, almost too much, but then he curled his fingers inside me again, his tongue finding my clit, and everything fell into place.
I screamed, my body arching off the desk. My vision blurred, my thoughts scattered, and all I could do was hold on to him, his name spilling from my lips like a prayer.
When my body finally stilled, he rose to his feet, his hands steadying me as he kissed me slowly, tenderly. I tasted myself on his lips, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was his touch, his voice, the way he made me feel like I was the center of his world.
He kissed the back of my neck, where the marriage bond had left a dark mark. “I love you,” he murmured against my lips, his voice filled with reverence. “I’ll always take care of you.”
“I love you too,” I whispered, my heart full as I leaned into him. “Always.”
The kitchen waswarm and fragrant, filled with the sweet aroma of cakes fresh out of the oven. The massive island was covered in rows of slices—chocolate, vanilla, citrus, almond, and some I couldn’t even identify. Eldora had outdone herself by recruiting the estate’s cook to make enough cakes to feed an army, all for Raffaele and me to sample.
