His open look falters, just for a millisecond, and it happens so fast, I’m not sure if I imagined it. “No, they’re not aware. Except for my brother, Marco, of course.”
I worry my bottom lip. “Because they wouldn’t approve of me?”
“My family will love you,” he promises and presses his forehead against mine. “We just had a whirlwind romance, and I wanted to keep you all to myself. I’m selfish.”
“And the war?”
He pulls back with a soft sigh. “I don’t want you to worry about that. It’s not a war per se…just tension.”
“But intense enough that you’re keeping me locked up.”
“I just about lost you, Gina. Surely, you can’t blame me for wanting to keep you safe.”
Guilt rises in me, and I frame his face with my hands. “And I love and appreciate that you do, but—”
“No buts,” he says firmly, almost harshly, before he clears his throat. “But soon, I promise.”
“You can’t keep me locked up forever.”
He flips me onto my back, and I yelp in surprise.
When he settles between my thighs, hovering his body over mine, I scowl at him. “You can’t distract me, husband.”
But even I know that’s a lie. I’m still tender from losing my virginity last night, but I’m more than willing to lose myself in my gorgeous husband and the delicious, unbelievable pleasure he brings me.
His lips curl into a smirk while he rolls his hips, pressing his hardness against me. “I think you’re lying, wife.”
I roll my eyes. “Well, forgive me, because my husband is hot as sin.” When he presses harder into me while rolling his hips and rubbing over my clit, my eyes rollback.
God, that feels so good.
“Hot as sin, huh?”
I open my eyes to find his smirk has grown, and a dark fire is growing in him. I spread my legs wider and plant my feet on the mattress, lifting my hips to add to the pressure. “Hotter than the devil, I’m sure. Oh God, Tommaso, right there.”
His movements cease. “What did I say about my name being the only one to pass over your lips when you cry out?”
“Are you actually serious?”
But my protesting is a sham, because Ilovethat he’s so possessive, even if I’m only crying out to a higher power. The fact that Tommaso wants to be my higher power, the ruler of my world…? Well, that shouldn’t inflame me the way it does.
“Very serious, wife.” He starts moving against me again. “Now, are you too sore?”
I shake my head quickly.
He looks doubtful and conflicted. “I should let you rest, but I need to fill you with my cum again. As many times as possible today and every day.”
“Are you an obsessed, kinky bastard?” I laugh, but I can’t deny that I want the same thing.
“Just obsessed.”
He kisses me deeply, and I grip him tight. Suddenly afraid I’m going to lose him. Where that intense, sudden feeling came from out of the blue, I’m not sure. But he kisses and holds me in a way that feels just as urgent.
“Please, Tommaso,” I pant and squirm against him. I’m naked except for his shirt, but he has way too many clothes on. I can feel his rigid length pressing into me from under his sweatpants, and it’s pure torture.
He pushes off me and stands, reaching behind his head to pull his shirt off, then sheds his sweats. His shaft springs free, and I can only gape at it, not believing that was inside me last night. As I stare at it, he closes his fist around the base and strokes upward, slow but hard, and a pearl of pre-cum leaks out.
“I want to taste you,” I whimper, crawling to my knees.
