"Leave them on." He crosses the room in three strides. "The dress stays too."
"Lorenzo—"
His mouth crashes into mine, swallowing my protest. His hands grip my waist through layers of silk and tulle, pulling me against him. I taste wine on his tongue, feel the heat radiating through his tux.
"I've been thinking about this all through dinner." His lips move to my neck. "You in this dress."
My head falls back as he finds that spot below my ear. "The dress is heavy."
"Good." His teeth scrape my skin. "I want you to feel every second of this."
He spins me around, pressing my palms flat against the wall. The position makes me arch, my heels adding height that changes the angle of everything.
"Don't move." His hands gather my skirt, pushing layers of fabric up around my waist.
Cool air hits my thighs. I hear his sharp intake of breath.
"White lace." His fingers trace the edge of my panties. "My innocent bride."
"Not so innocent anymore." The words come out breathless.
"No?" He tears the lace in one sharp pull. The destroyed fabric falls to the floor. "We'll see about that."
I hear his zipper. Feel him press against me, still fully dressed in his tux.
"Lorenzo, please."
"Please what?" His hand tangles in my hair, careful not to destroy the elaborate style. "Tell me what my wife wants."
The word 'wife' sends heat pooling low in my belly. "You. I want you."
He pushes inside me in one smooth thrust. My cry echoes off the walls.
"That's my girl." His hips snap forward.
The dress weighs me down, making every movement feel heightened. My heels force me up on my toes, changing how he hits inside me. The wall is cold under my palms while Lorenzo burns hot against my back.
"You look so fucking perfect." His voice roughens. "My bride. Mine."
His pace builds, each thrust pushing me harder against the wall. The layers of my skirt bunch between us, silk and tulle creating friction that drives me wild.
"I can't—" My legs shake in the heels.
"Yes, you can." His arm wraps around my waist, holding me up. "You're going to come just like this. In your wedding dress. With my cock inside you."
His words push me closer to the edge. Everything feels too much.
"That's it." His teeth find my shoulder through the lace. "Let go, Sophia."
I shatter, my cry muffled by his hand. He follows immediately, groaning my name against my neck.
We stay pressed against the wall, both breathing hard. My legs tremble in the heels.
"Can I take these off now?" I manage.
"No." He pulls out slowly, making me gasp. "We're not done."
He turns me around, lifting me easily. My back hits the wall as he holds me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. The dress pools around us like clouds.
