Sweat causes my skin to stick to hers. It blurs my vision and dampens the hair now plastered against my forehead. My heart thunders in my chest, but I’m not done yet. We’re engaged now, and I mean to make this moment memorable.
“Come here,” I say, taking her hand in my hand, meaning to pull her back onto me so that she can ride my cock.
“No,” Bianca says. “I want it from behind.”
Who am I to argue with her? While I want to see her breasts bounce as she fucks herself on my length, I also appreciate the view of her pert ass as I slam my hips into her. Thus, I concede, but not before tearing my clothes off. It’s getting too warm in my room and I want to feel every inch of her bare skin on mine.
Bianca is laid out before me like the most delicious meal. Her back curves beautifully as she pushes her ass into the air and her chest into the mattress. Her pussy is even more slick with arousal, and she spreads around my cock as I slide back into her with a sigh.
Perfect. So goddamn perfect. I fuck her slowly, appreciating the view.
I grab hold of her hips, kneading the skin there in time with the thrust of my hips. I take my time, unhurried even though the pressure in my groin is unfuckingbearable. The need to come drowns out nearly all else—except for Bianca. I want to make this good for her, so I keep the same slow pace until I can feel the tension release as she relaxes beneath my touch. I lose myself in the noises we’re making—the breathy moans from Bianca and the rhythmic slap of my skin against hers. These noises along with the feeling of sliding into her slick pussy is too much. It’s too good. I allow myself to reallyfeelher.
And when her pussy begins to pulse around me, I surrender to it, grunting as I spill into her, the noises of her orgasm music to my ear.
Time gets fuzzy as static fills my brain.
When I come back to my senses, I’m lying flat on the bed with Bianca curled beside me.
“I love you, future Mrs. Ricci,” I murmur against her hair, running my fingers through the silken, damp strands.
“I love you too, future husband,” she murmurs back, already half asleep in my arms.
As I listen to her breathing slow and even out, I realize that everything I’ve ever wanted is right here in my arms. The woman I love, the partner who makes me complete, the future that we’ll build together.
Tomorrow we’ll start planning a wedding that will announce to the world that we’re stronger together than apart. But tonight, we’re just two people who found something real and lasting in a world that tries to destroy everything good.
Tonight, that’s more than enough.
It’s everything.
31
BIANCA
I can’t stop staring at myself in the mirror.
The woman looking back at me is someone I barely recognize—not because I look different, but because I look exactly like who I was always meant to become.
The wedding dress is perfect, ivory silk that flows like water over my body, with intricate beadwork that catches the light every time I move.
It’s not some princess ballgown bullshit—it’s elegant and sophisticated and makes me look powerful even on my wedding day.
Which is exactly what I wanted.
The sapphire and diamond necklace at my throat catches the morning light through the bridal suite windows.
They’re not Sophia’s jewelry—I made sure of that. These are new stones, chosen specifically for today, representing the legacy I’m building rather than the one I inherited.
The weight of them against my skin feels right, substantial without being overwhelming.
You look beautiful,Matteo’s voice whispers in my head, gentle and proud.
You look like a queen,Sophia’s voice adds with satisfaction.
You look ready,Giuseppe’s voice rumbles approvingly.
Their unified approval makes me smile.
