“Home.”
The drive was silent except for the rain and the hum of the engine.Streetlights streaked across his face — sharp lines of gold and shadow.He was my husband.We were going to be living under the same roof now and as long as I’d daydreamed about what his hands could do to me… I’d get an answer tonight.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
He turned toward me, the driver trying not to listen.“I’ve never been more certain.You’re mine, and I protect what’s mine.”
A chill and a thrill tangled in my veins.Protect or possess — sometimes in his world they meant the same thing.“Promise me you’ll be honest with me.”
He reached over, palm cupping my cheek.“Always… unless it comes to business.That’s my burden, not yours.”
The car rolled to a stop before a mansion.“Welcome home, my love.”
Inside, luxury everywhere.“It’s beautiful.”
“Only the best for my bride.”
His hand tightened around mine, both anchor and shackle.“Come.I’ll show you our room.”
We climbed the sweeping staircase.Portraits of dead heirs glared from the walls.At the end of the hall he opened a door.The bedroom was crimson and gold.
I hesitated.“Enrico…”
He turned, eyes dark.“Everything I do, I do for you.”His finger traced down my spine.“You belong to me now.”
My breath caught.I wasn’t naïve; I knew how wedding nights ended.But between dread and desire, desire whispered louder.
I met his gaze.“Then stop talking.”
He kissed me — fierce, claiming, a collision years in the making.Fire and fear blurred until I couldn’t tell them apart.
He unzipped my dress nice and slow, and then his lips started at my neck and worked their way down my spine, the dress trailing with them.“You are fucking gorgeous, my love.Your skin is like clouds.”
When the dress slipped to the floor, I went to cover myself out of habit and he grabbed my wrist.“Don’t ever do that.”He pushed me back to the wall, pinning my wrists above my head.“Never try to cover yourself.There’s no need.You are the only woman I want to hear scream my name and I’ve been dreaming about what you might look like when you come for me.”
The man had a fucking way with words.My pussy was dripping and I’d never wanted him more.“You are very confident, aren’t you?”
He let go of my wrists, sank to his knees, and gawked up at me through his thick, dark lashes.“Let’s just say I’ve been working on my technique so that when you became my wife… you’d be worshipped adequately.”And before he could say another word, his tongue was on my clit.
My hips buckled as I cried out.He groaned and pushed up against me, licking and biting, saying my name over and over again.
“Please.Holy shit.En…”
The roughness from his stubble scraped my inner thighs and made my impending orgasm even closer.My nipples hardened beneath his gaze, begging for more attention.I pressed his head down, urging him and he obeyed by slipping two fingers inside while continuing to tease my clit with his tongue.
I came apart in his mouth, and he growled as I squirmed under his touch.And when he looked up from between my legs, our gazes locked.His eyes were wild with lust.He stood up then, and then pressed me against the wall and slid into my wetness with one motion.He groaned deeply as our hips met, every thrust making him grow larger inside of me.I wrapped my legs around him, wanting nothing more than this: to be filled by the man who owned me completely now.
His teeth grazed my neck, leaving marks that would undoubtedly bruise later but right now all the pain felt good.
“You're mine now,” he whispered against my skin, his breath hot and uneven.“Forever.”
I clung to him, fingers digging into his shoulders as he continued to move inside me.The pressure built again, threatening to pull me under.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” he said, his voice rough with need.His pace quickened, each thrust deeper than the last.“So many nights imagining you like this.”
I gasped as he shifted angles, hitting a spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.His hands gripped my hips, leaving imprints I hoped would linger for days, visible reminders of this moment.
“Tell me you're mine,” he demanded, his movements becoming more erratic.“I need to hear you say it.”
