Bonus Chapter
Ciro
I can’t stop watching her; even as I drive, my eyes keep flickering to her bare legs curled up on the passenger seat, the loose sundress she wears shifting with every movement, revealing glimpses of that smooth, caramel golden skin. The sunglasses perched on her nose do nothing to hide the way she’s smiling, soft and content, as she lets the warm breeze tousle her hair.
I live for that smile, the one that has gradually come back after everything that has happened. She is finally smiling at life again.
And today, I plan to do anything to keep that smile on those beautifully curved lips of hers.
It’s our second honeymoon, I mean, two weddings means two honeymoons, and this one is long overdue. It still feels so unreal to me, that after everything, she is here, still mine, still letting me love her in all the ways I can. I spent weeks planning this trip, wanting it to be perfect, wanting to remind her of everything we are together, and everything that I will do for her.
The drive is peaceful, filled with both our soft laughter and lazy conversations. I took her shopping first, and even though she protested, saying she did not need anything, I still enjoyed watching her pick out things, especially new books. Just watching that spark of delight shine in her eyes is everything. After that, we had lunch by the beach. I fed her bites of seafood while she pretended to be annoyed at how much I doted on her. But I knew better. I knew by the way her body leaned into my touch, the way her breath hitched when my fingers brushed against her wrist that she liked it.
And now, as the sun begins to slowly vanish, casting the sky in hues of gold and crimson, we are almost at the place I have prepared for her where she is about to know just how much I have been paying attention.
I’d stolen a book weeks ago to read, and as I was flipping through the pages, my curiosity piqued when I saw the highlighted passage. A spreader bar. My sweet, sinful wife had read that scene more than once, and now I was going to show her how much better I could make her fantasies become. Not only has she read it more than once, she read it before we got married.
I grip the steering wheel tighter, heat curling low in my stomach at the thought of what is to come. I feel her shift beside me, stretching her arms above her head as her dress slips higher, exposing more of her thighs. Fuck! Why does she have to be so effortlessly sexy?
“Are we almost there?” she asks. The way her tired voice fills my ear is absolute music. I can already hear it begging me, chanting my name like a fucking prayer.
My jaw clenches. I’m supposed to be focusing on the road, I can’t lose control and have her here. Not like I’d mind but I have plans.
“Almost, chaos,” I reply, reaching over to slide my palm over her thigh. “Impatient?”
She smirks, but I don’t miss the way she sucks in a breath at my touch. Good, now she can feel all the things I’m feeling when she’s literally doing nothing but smiling at me.
“Maybe.” Her reply comes out softly, just confirming the effect I have on her.
I chuckle lightly as I rub her thighs in slow and lazy circles. “Good girl.”
The drive stretches into silence, a type of silence that affected the body more than it did the mind. I can feel it in the way she keeps shifting in her seat, in the way her fingers toy with the hem of her dress, tracing invisible patterns against her skin.
She knows, but . . . does she?
Not exactly, not entirely. She has no idea what I have planned, but she knows me well enough to sense when I am up to something. Which is often because I love her and her reactions so damn much.
When we finally pull up to the villa, I can’t help but sneak glances at her to see her reaction. She lights up as she takes it in. The place is secluded, wrapped in the kind of privacy I want for the next month. Her brows arch in awe as we start to make our way through the gate. The soft glow of lanterns illuminates the path leading to the entrance as I drive in. I chose this place carefully, I knew she would like somewhere intimate, warm, and far from everything else. Somewhere better than where we had our first honeymoon.
The thought makes me laugh as I remember how that went.
“You really went all out,” she murmurs as I open her door and offer my hand.
“Only the best for my wife, baby.” I smirk.
She rolls her eyes but still takes my hand, letting me lead her inside.
The villa was prepared exactly as I had instructed. Carmela even helped too. Candles flicker on every surface, casting a warm glow against the reds and blacks of the interior, and a bottle of wine sits chilling on the table.
She steps inside, turning in a slow circle, her expression unreadable. Then she looks at me with that gaze that makes me want to jump up in ecstasy.
“Ciro . . .” Her voice is soft, laced with something that makes my chest tighten.
“Shhh.” I step closer, my fingers brushing down her arm. “Tonight isn’t for thinking, mama. It’s for feeling.”
“And what exactly am I supposed to feel?” A challenge flickers in her gaze, making my smirk deepen.
“Everything.”
She barely has time to react before I’m on her, lips crashing against hers, stealing the breath from her lungs. I kiss her like I’m starving, like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this moment.
And the truth is, I have. All my life, I’m always waiting for the next time I can kiss her.
Her fingers tangle in my hair as she tugs against his scalp. I groan into her mouth, walking her backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed, before I finally get the courage to break the kiss. I press my forehead to hers, my breathing uneven as I smile at her.
“Stay here,” I order in a low, rough voice.
“Ciro,” she breathes, her eyes darkening as she looks up at me.
“Stay.”
She doesn’t argue or make any remark, instead, she watches me as I step away, moving toward the small chest I placed at the foot of the bed earlier. As I open the lid, I brush my fingers over the cool steel.
The spreader bar.
I turn back to her, holding it up, watching the way her breath hitches.
“I found your book,” I say casually, letting the weight of my words settle between us.
I watch as she swallows and her lips part slightly.
“You . . .” she pauses.
“Oh, I did more than find it.” My gaze burns into hers as I stalk closer.
“I read it. Every. Single. Page.”
I kneel before her, running my hands up her bare legs, feeling the way her muscles tense beneath my touch. She stands still and that is all the boost I need to trace higher, pushing the fabric of her dress up, and exposing her smooth, soft, trembling thighs.
Her breath comes in sharp, uneven bursts, giving away just how turned on she is.
“Ciro . . .” she calls, my name sounding like a moan she didn’t plan to let out.
Moaning already? My poor chaos has no idea what is coming.
“Oh, baby,” she breathes as I press my lips to the inside of her knee.
“You highlighted this scene.” Another kiss, higher this time. “Read it more than once.”
My hands slide up, and my thumbs graze the sensitive skin between her thighs. “Tell me, chaos, did it make you wet?”
Her head tips back, a shaky exhale slipping past her lips, making me smirk.
“No need to answer.” My fingers dip between her legs, finding the undeniable proof of just how much she likes this.
She gasps, her hips jerking forward, but that makes me pull back just as quickly, making her whimper in frustration.
“Patience,” I murmur, pressing a teasing kiss to her thigh. “We’re just getting started.”
“Remember the day after you first got here? Carmela took you and Isabella shopping?” I begin.
“Yes?”
“You looked at these for so long, I thought you didn’t know what they were.” I smile, watching realization hit her.
“How did you . . .?”
“Did you really think I wouldn’t make sure my wife-to-be was safe while she was out?”
“You were stalking me?” She raises a brow.
“I think it’s called protecting your wife-to-be, baby,” I correct, leaving no more room for her to say anything.
“Strip,” I order, letting out the sharp command as I watch her fingers twitch at her sides.
I watch the wheels turn in her head as she tries to figure out what is next and prepare herself for what I may have planned, but how can she? After a few seconds of finally letting herself surrender, she obeys.
Slowly, she pushes the straps of her dress down her shoulders, letting the silky fabric slide over her curves, pooling at her feet. Her skin is flushed, her nipples already hard, and her thighs pressed together as if she could hide how wet she already is.
My jaw clenches at the magnificent sight of her. Mine.
“On the bed.”
Vida moves, climbing onto the mattress and sitting back on her heels as she watches me with wide, dark eyes. I take my time removing my shirt and unbuckling my belt, letting the anticipation stretch between us. I want her desperate, aching, needy, and begging.
When I finally join her, I hook a finger beneath her chin, tilting her face up.
“You trust me?” She lets out a breathless nod. “You’re my good girl.”
I guide her onto her back, spreading her legs before fastening the bar to her ankles. I take a step back, admiring the way she looks, so open, exposed, and completely at my mercy.
This is the kind of poetry I desire, the kind that turns me into a slave for this woman.
“Ciro . . .” Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her fingers curling into the sheets like she needs to hold onto something before she bursts with her need and starts begging me to take her.
Anticipation is getting the best of her and I love seeing just how much her body needs mine.
“You wanted this, chaos. You still do.”
I dip my fingers into her soaking wet pussy, stroking and teasing her just enough to make her moan, but not giving her what she really needs. She whimpers, jerking her hips, but the bar keeps her from closing her legs and seeking more friction.
“Already so wet for me.” I press my lips to her knee, dragging my mouth up, closer and closer to where she wants me. “And we’ve barely even started.”
“Ciro, please . . .” she moans, her head tipping back.
“Patience, let me eat first.” And with that, I devour her relentlessly, my tongue flicking and circling her clit, dragging sounds out of her I will never get tired of hearing. Her thighs tremble and her fingers claw at the sheets more as I work her up more and more, keeping her right on the edge, but never letting her tip over the edge.
“Oh please, Ciro, please,” she cries out, trying her best to move, but each movement brings its own punishment, the automatic spread of the bars opening her even wider for me.
Oh the moment I watched her stare at these the first day, something about the way she looked at it almost made me hard! I did compensate by remembering how I watched her strip out of the wedding gown though, but fuck, nothing compares to seeing her naked and helpless at my mercy while I show her how I will make all of her fantasies come true.
“You taste perfect, chaos. So wet and needy . . . absolutely fucking perfect,” I say as I suck her juices, painting my face with all of her pleasure.
“Oh God, yes. Please, oh please,” she moans as pulls my hair while trying to move less, but her body doesn’t listen, just making the bars slide a little wider.
“You’re my favorite meal, mama.” I lick her and suck her, earning a sexy moan from her. “I will never get tired of having you like this.”
“Please,” she cries, breathless now. That only pushes me to slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right. Her entire body arcs off the bed, a cry spilling from her lips as she shatters, trembling and gasping my fucking name.
Fuck! I love when my wife says my name!
“Beautiful,” I murmur, wiping my mouth, tasting her creamy juices as I climb over her, caging her in. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
I’m completely intoxicated by how perfect she tastes, and as I lean in and kiss her hard, I know she’ll get to taste just how sweet she is too.
Just as she catches her breath, I brush the head of my cock against her still sensitive clit.
“You . . .” She blinks up at me, eyes dazed and wrecked.
“Oh, baby. You should know by now . . .” I thrust inside her in one slow, agonizing stroke, stealing the air from her lungs, and smirking as I pound into her again, harder this time. “I’m just getting started.”
I groan as her walls wrap around my throbbing dick, causing me to drop my forehead against hers. She is tight, hot, and still fluttering around me from the orgasm I just gave her. I stay still for a moment, savoring the way her body welcomes me, the way her nails dig into my arms, as if she can hold me in place. She can’t, and the fact she knows this makes me want to show her just how insane she makes me.
“You feel that?” I rasp, rolling my hips just enough to tease her. “You think your books could ever describe this?”
She whimpers, her head falling back against the pillows. “Ciro . . .”
“Say it again, chaos.” I smirk, nipping at her throat.
She gasps as I pull nearly all the way out, before slamming back in. Her body jolts, her mouth releasing a loud, raw, desperate moan, and fuck, I’m gone.
Her hands claw at my back as her short, uneven breaths fill my ears.
“Please,” she whispers, rocking her hips up to meet me. “More.”
Always so greedy, always so fucking needy. But I will give her everything, anything. Always.
I hook one arm beneath her lower back, angling her hips as I hit deeper, and the sound she makes, fucking hell. It is my fucking undoing.
“Fuck, chaos.” My control snaps, my thrusts turning rough, relentless, dragging her into the kind of pleasure she will never forget.
“Look at me,” I murmur, brushing damp strands of hair from her face.
Her lashes flutter open, brown eyes locking onto mine. And then I reach between us and my fingers finding her swollen clit, circling, teasing, pushing her closer.
“Come for me, amore .”
“Ciro, I . . . oh fuck!” she cries.
“Come for me, on me,” I order again, and that is all she needs as she shatters.
Her back arches off the bed and her mouth parts in a silent scream as her body pulses around me, dragging me straight into oblivion with her.
“Fuck!” I curse, my release hitting me like a fucking storm, my vision going blurry as I bury myself deep inside of her.
For a long moment, all that exists is our ragged breathing, the lingering tremors, and the feel of our bodies tangled together.
Slowly, I reach down, unfastening the spreader bar and rubbing soothing circles into her thighs and ankles as I pull it away.
“You okay, chaos?” I ask, smiling at her when she tilts her head to look at me, her body so relaxed it looks like she’s melted into the bed.
“Better than okay,” she comments, smirking at me. I swear I can feel myself melt.
I chuckle lightly, gathering her into my arms. “Good.”
“I love you, Ciro. Thank you for this,” she says, smiling up at me lazily.
“You never have to thank me, chaos. Ever.”
And as she melts into me, the realization that I will never get enough of this woman washes over me, and that almost makes my cock ache again.
THE END