Valentina is lying on the bed with her eyes closed, just where I left her, but my eyes follow the space between her legs. I remember the show she put on that night at the club; she acted experienced, and I never questioned her sexual status. It isn’t a deal-breaker. Ever since Salvatore took over, we haven’t followed the rules that one needs to marry a virgin. Nor did I discuss that with her brother.
But her bravado is even more intriguing now, waking up my curiosity and the need to peel her masks back layer by layer untilI see her bare and raw. I lean down and pick her up. She opens her eyes.
“I prepared a bath for you. I need to get you clean.”
She smiles. “I’m a grown-up, and I can clean myself just fine.”
“True, but I need to make sure you’re relaxed and ready for the rest of the night.”
Her eyes meet mine. “Rest of the night?”
“Did you think I would spend my wedding night sleeping?” I lower her down and start to unclip her stockings from her lace garter. I pull her stockings slowly down her legs. When I took her dress off, I didn’t expect to find her in stockings and a garter, but she was a vision, a gift for me to unwrap.
I look up at her on my haunches and follow the smear of blood between her legs and to her belly that’s covered with a trail of butterfly tattoos on her left side. My eyes meet hers, and I stand, giving her my hand. “Get in.”
She enters the tub, wincing when she lowers herself down. I make sure she's relaxed before leaving her and changing the sheets on the bed.
Hope ignites in my chest as I take off the blood-covered sheets; hope for something I lost years ago. Can feelings bloom in this relationship? As soon as that thought crosses my mind, I push it away. No, there isn't more than attraction between us. Want and lust. That’s the only thing that can bloom, if not for us, for the sake of the alliance. And if only for tonight, I will get most of it, as long as she can handle what I have in mind.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” Valentina calls to me.
“Do you want me to join you?”
She narrows her eyes. “I wouldn’t have asked you otherwise.”
I chuckle and get into the tub, sitting behind her. I let her lean on me, then take the washcloth and clean her hands and torso. I take extra time on her breasts until she shifts between my legs. The way she trembles at my touch feeds something primal in me.I lower my hand down to her belly, all the way to her pussy. I clean between her legs gently, and her back arches as she pushes herself into my hand.
I bury my smile in her hair, satisfaction sparking when she yields without thinking. Just a bit more time and she’s going to be ready to keep this night going.
I pull my hand away, and Valentina lets out a disapproving sound, making me chuckle. “So eager. Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes,” she breathes out.
“Yes, what?” She stills. “Say it!” I urge her. “Say what you want, Valentina.”
“I want your hand.”
“You want my hand where?”
Her breathing quickens. “I want your hand between my legs.”
“What else?”
“I… want your hand to touch me between my legs.”
“Wrong.” I lean and whisper in her ear. “I want your hand between my legs,please. Now, repeat it.”
“I want your hand between my legs, please.” Her breath hitches as I touch her pussy slowly. I massage her pussy lips and her clit, working at her pace. She pushes against my hand, and I slowly insert one finger. When she moans, and I’m sure she’s not in any pain, I pull my finger out and then push it in and out slowly. Her chest lifts with a shaky inhale, and I wrap my other hand around her stomach, keeping her still. I place another finger inside her, and she lets out a moan. I keep my fingers moving, massaging the flesh inside. Her muscles tighten, and I place the heel of my hand on her clit, making slow, circular movements. “When you come, I want you to call my name.”
She inhales sharply just a second before her muscles squeeze my fingers.
“Gabriel! Gabriel! Gabriel!” Her hand grips mine as she comes on my fingers.
I wait for her to relax but leave my fingers inside her. “Now, say, thank you, Gabriel.”
She turns her head and looks at me, smirking. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Oh, we are going to have fun.”
