“Yes, sir.”
His body shuddered at my words. “And I’m going to fuck you every morning too, Bianca,” he continued, licking my neck as I sighed. “So don’t leave this bed until I do. You’re the only way I want to start my day.”
“I like to jog early,” I teased, wiggling my butt against his cock.
“Then, I’ll fuck youearlyeach morning, stella. Now go to sleep. You tired this sexy silver fox out.”
Laughter bubbled in my chest. “I’m never going to hear the end of that, am I?”
“Never.” He chuckled against my neck before burrowing deeper into my body. “Good night, sweetheart.”
“Good night, Michael.”
And there, twenty-three years too late, Michael Caruso and I finally experienced the wedding night we should’ve had all those years ago...
Chapter 15
Michael
Iawoke to the most intoxicating smell. Lilacs and honey drifted through my nostrils, and I burrowed deeper against my wife’s soft skin, longing to embed her scent with mine.
She wriggled her butt into my rapidly hardening cock, and I slid my hand up to her neck, gently gripping her there as she gasped.
“Open your legs, wife,” I commanded, thrilled when she draped her thigh over mine. My cock searched for her wet opening, the sensitive tip finding her from behind as we both moaned.
I slid deep—one long, torturous stroke—claiming her again as I planned to do each morning for the rest of our lives. My hand tightened on her throat, slightly so I wouldn’t hurt her, and I reveled in her resulting purr.
My sexy wife liked to be handled. Dominated.Fucked. Just as I’d known all those years ago...
“Michael,” she whispered, her body bowing as I slid my cock in and out of her tight pussy. Each time I jutted inside her, her slick walls choked me in the most pleasurable vise. Burying my face in her neck, I increased the pace, loving how sensitive the spot deep inside was to my thrusts.
“I love that you can come this way,” I gritted, licking the sweat from her skin as I fucked her.
“Never... have... before...” she rasped, her body undulating against me. “Jesus, Michael, It’s amazing...”
My ego soared, knowing I could bring her such pleasure when I was sure Victor fucked her like the selfish asshole he was. For the rest of our lives, I would spend every day making love to this gorgeous creature. Never would she lack for pleasure. My sweet Bianca deserved to be cherished...
Her slickness coated my cock as her walls convulsed around the sensitive skin, and I clenched my teeth as the base of my spine began to tingle. My balls tightened as I fucked her, my hips lost in a timeless rhythm until I had to let go.
The orgasm ripped through my frame, sputtering into her wet core as I held on for dear life. Her sexy little whimpers surrounded me as we came, and I collapsed over her, enveloping her body into mine.
We lay sated and spent for a while. I nuzzled her neck before licking the tender skin, knowing she’d be the finest taste that ever touched my tongue. My thumb stroked her neck where I still held her, my grip more relaxed as we recovered.
“Need to go jogging,” she murmured into the pillow.
“No, stella,” I said, my hand reflexively tightening on her neck as fear snaked up my spine. “Not yet. We have a treadmill, elliptical and other equipment in the gym, and you’ll use that until it’s safe for you to jog again.”
She turned her head to gaze up at me, and her stunning eyes swam with equal parts anger, trepidation and fear. “So, I’m to be a prisoner?”
I exhaled a slow breath. “I have no desire to keep you chained, Bianca. I only want to protect you.”
Her eyebrows drew together as her gaze drilled into mine. “And that means I can’t leave the house.” Her tone indicated her displeasure.
“Not for now, unless I’m with you. We’ll attend the DeLorenzo wedding on Saturday to make our first officialappearance. Otherwise, yes, you’ll be confined to the house until I deem it safe for you to leave.”
“But I left everything behind...I don’t even have a laptop or any money or...anything.”
“Burns will get you a laptop,” I said, frowning when she wriggled beneath me and moved away. “Bianca—”
