I brush my knuckles along her jawline. Her skin’s so soft, like the finest silk. My whole body’s like a live wire from just standing this close to her. Elena. My wife.
I drop to my knees, gazing up at her. “I want to start our life together off right. So I must beg for your forgiveness. I know you didn’t want to marry me, that I’ve trapped you in this, but I promise to give you everything else your heart desires. Starting right now. This place, everything we do this week, is both an apology and a promise of our future together.”
“Max—”
“No. Don’t give me empty words right now. Just give me a chance to prove myself to you,cara mia.” That’s all I’ve ever wanted from her. Onerealchance.
She nods, her expression unreadable. I really wish I knew her thoughts. She’s been quiet since we left the hospital. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.
Standing, I sweep her into my arms, bridal style. She lets out the cutest surprised yelp, her hands wrapping around my neck as her body presses to mine. Dipping my head, I softly kiss the tip of her nose.
“I haven’t officially carried you across a threshold,” I murmur. “I’d like to do that now.”
She studies me. Something’s shifted in the short span of time since we arrived here. Elena doesn’t seem as angry with me as she was before. But there’s also another thing, though I can’t put my finger on it. She’s just looking at me differently than she has in the past.
Stepping forward with her in my arms, I enter the bedroom. A king size bed dominates this space, though its looming presence is softened by the glow of fairy lights and flickering candles. Vases of pink flowers also scent the air.
“I hope everything meets with your satisfaction,Mrs. Pontrelli.” My pulse thrums as I finally call her mine. Hope swelling in my chest.
Her eyes grow wide and she nervously licks her lips, that pink tongue a wicked temptation. When her gaze drops to my mouth, my restraint snaps. My lips crash down on hers. After a moment’s hesitation, she opens for me and I get a taste of her again. She’s delicious.
Our tongues slide against one another. Her fingers lace through my hair, gripping and tugging. I indulge her silent demand for more.
Moving to the bed, I ease her onto the mattress, without breaking our ravenous kiss. My body covers her small frame. She parts her legs, allowing me to settle between her thighs. Mystraining cock rests against her hot core. She shivers beneath me, uttering a soft moan.
I palm her breasts, enjoying the weight of them as I tease her nipples. They pebble beautifully in my hands. Kissing down her neck, I groan against her soft skin, drinking in her floral sweet scent. She feels so damn perfect in my arms.
At the side of her throat, I rake my teeth across her skin. She moans, her hips undulate, driving me crazy with desire. I bite down, sucking her skin into my mouth hard enough to leave my mark.
“Oh god,” she whimpers.
Yeah, that’s definitely one of her sensitive spots.
Working my way down her body, I nip at her taut nipples through her shirt and she gasps. I grasp the hem and remove her T-shirt in one fluid motion, leaving her in a lace bra and leggings. My gaze devours her bare skin, the quick rise and fall of her chest, and her blushing cheeks.
I kiss her again, slow and deep. Tasting, exploring every inch of her mouth as she holds me to her body.
Leaving open mouthed kisses along her jawline, over her breasts, I lick down her stomach. She tastes like salt and strawberries. My new favorite dessert.
I pause at her waistband, my gaze pinning hers. Those beautiful soft grey eyes are nearly black, her pupils are so wide with lust. Her lips part, tongue darting out to moisten them as she stares at me with anticipation.
Looping my thumbs into the fabric, I drag down her leggings and panties, baring her to me. Her pink pussy glistens. I run my finger down the middle, awed by just how wet she is for me. Her hips jerk. She’s panting hard.
I dip my head and taste her, one sweep of my tongue up her pretty pussy. Closing my eyes, I groan. Delicious. Perfect.Mine.
Pulling back, I gaze into her flushed face. This time, she’s not coming until she voices that this is what she wants. No more hiding behind the passion in the moment, only to tell me she hates me afterwards. She has to admit she wants this, wants me.
“Say it,” I demand. “Beg me to fuck you,cara mia.”
Her eyes flit back and forth between mine. Lust… hesitation. I read her like an open book. She’s still struggling with herself. Damn it.
“Give in,bella.” I push two fingers into her tight cunt. “You're my wife now. There’s no escaping the inevitable. But I won’t take you until you tell me you want it. All of it. All of me.”
She swallows hard. Her lips part but no sound comes out.
“Not good enough.” I wrench myself off of her and drag my fingers through my hair. Frustration burns beneath my skin. At the same time, I know what I have to do. It’s only a matter of time before she cracks, before she surrenders herself to me. Now that we’re married, the kid gloves come off.
By the end of this week, she will be mine. Body and soul. Though it’s her heart I want most.
