“You’re so fucking wet for your first fuck,piccola," he says, sliding a finger into my entrance. I shift underneath him. "I canbarely fit a finger inside you. I know I'm going to have to cram my fat cock into you just to make it fit.”
I hold his biceps as his wicked words take root inside me. I'm drunk on the scent of his skin.
"I'm going to feed you every inch, little bird," he says. "Just when you think you can't take any more, I'll give you some more. And you're going to like it."
I moan his name like a prayer.
He fists my hair and pulls my head back, making me look at him even as I start to lose focus.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says, his voice thick with desire.
And then he kisses me.
It's the same way he kissed me at the altar, but it’s so much more. The finger he pushed inside me heightens everything. His thumb is rubbing slow circles around my clit as he touches my tongue with his, making me taste him.
Smoke and sandalwood fill my lungs. I want to drown in it. I want it under my skin.
"More," I beg. "Please."
"I have a horny little wife," he growls, adding another finger inside me and making me gasp. "I wonder if you'll be asking for more once I'm inside you."
His mouth is feverish against mine. His body pushes me harder against the wall as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.
"You taste so innocent,piccola," he says. "Like flowers that have just bloomed. I’m addicted to the taste of you.”
I feel so boneless in his arms. I’m so close to the edge now.
And he must feel it, because he pulls out of me.
“Not yet,piccola,” he says. “You don’t come until I tell you to.”
“Please,” I gasp, bucking against his hand.
"I just told you, little bird," he says. "You're not allowed to come until I have my cock buried inside you. Now, take your dress off. I need to see you. All of you."
I suck in a breath.
We’re surrounded by so much light. It makes me hesitate.
But there’s a challenge in his eyes, daring me to bare myself before him.
I glance down at myself. I’m wearing a gorgeous white dress with long velvet ribbon straps trailing down my arms. Taking it off will mean that he'll be able to see every inch of me.
I’ve never felt beautiful in my skin before, but maybe it's time to change that.
I lower the tiny zipper near my ribs and slip out of the straps. The dress pools at my feet. I'm standing before him in lacy lingerie now, all of my curves on display just for his eyes.
"I used to think luck was never on my side," he says. "But looking at you now, I know that I'm the luckiest man in the world."
He takes out all of the pins in my hair until it falls down my back in loose waves. He cups my cheeks in his hands and tilts my face up toward his. I find it hard to meet his gaze, but he's patient.
When our eyes lock once again, my breath remains suspended in my lungs.
"You're beautiful, Grace," he says. "So stunning that I forget how to breathe around you sometimes."
He presses his lips down over mine. He’s gentler with it now, making me feel comfortable. When I moan into his mouth, he tugs me closer.
I surrender.
