Chapter 11
The house was quiet when I stepped inside.
I had gotten used to it over the month by slipping in late, leaving before she woke up. Avoidance had become a second nature, easier than dealing with whatever the fuck was happening between us.
But tonight felt different. The moment I stepped into the bedroom, I saw her. She was awake.
Alessa sat up in bed, her back resting against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of her.
The dim glow of the bedside lamp illuminated her, casting a warm, golden light over her skin, over the soft waves of her hair falling over her shoulders, over the delicate silk of her nightgown which clung to her body in a way that made my jaw tighten.
The straps were thin, too thin, barely hanging onto her shoulders. The fabric dipped low, exposing just enough swell of her breast to make my cock twitch.
And her legs.
Fuck.
Her bare legs were half-covered by the sheets but I could still see her smooth thigh, the way the nightgown had ridden up to test my self-control.
My fingers flexed at my sides.
She shouldn't be awake. She shouldn't be sitting there, looking like this.
"Why are you awake?" My voice came out rougher than I intended.
Alessa blinked at me, her wide eyes meeting mine. There was something hesitant in her expression, something almost vulnerable but she quickly dropped her gaze.
"Couldn't sleep." She murmured.
I stepped further into the room loosening the first few buttons of my shirt.
She shifted under the sheets and that's when I noticed it. A small tremor ran through her. Subtle, but there.
I frowned. "Are you cold?"
Alessa nodded. "A little."
I dragged a hand down my face. "Then why the hell are you wearing that?"
Her brows pulled together. "What?"
I jerked my chin toward her nightgown, the way it hugged her in all the wrong fucking ways. Or the right ones.
"You are shivering." I pointed out. "If you are cold, wear something warmer."
Alessa hesitated before she slipping out of bed.
A mistake.
The moment she stood, my gaze raked down her body, tracing the way the silk clung to her curves, the way it shifted with every tiny movement.
I clenched my jaw as she wrapped her arms around herself.
"I got a few of these before the wedding." She murmured. "I thought... I thought I might need them."
She thought she might need them. As if she had expected something more from this marriage.
I exhaled harshly, tilting my head up for a second before looking at her again. "You thought you might need them?"
Alessa bit her lip, her weight shifting from one foot to the other. "It doesn't matter now."
The hell it didn't.
I took a step forward.
Alessa mirrored it backward.
Another step.
She swallowed, her arms still wrapped around herself, knuckles white now.
"Say it" I said, voice low.
Her lips parted but no words came out.
Another step forward. She moved back again, her gaze flickering between me and the bed behind her. Her breathing heavy. She was running out of space.
"Tell me what you thought, Alessa." I murmured. "What did you expect?"
The back of her legs hit the bed. She sucked in a sharp breath, fingers gripping the sheets as she tried to steady herself.
A soft gasp left her lips as she landed against the mattress. Her hair fanned out around her shoulders and before she could get up -
I was there.
I braced my hands on either side of her head on the bed, caging her in, close enough to hear her shaky inhale, close enough to see the pulse fluttering at the base of her throat.
My gaze dipped lower over her smooth skin and soft curves, her already pebbled nipples. Mine if I wanted it.
I wasn't a saint. Never had been. My control had its limits and after a month of avoiding, ignoring and pretending, I was hanging by a fucking thread.
She was still shivering. Or maybe that wasn't from the cold from anymore.
Her wide eyes met mine. "Luca–"
I exhaled slowly, fingers flexing against the bed.
"Don't say no to me. Not tonight." I said.
Her breath hitched and I took it as an invitation. Leaning in, I dipped my head, my lips barely a breath away from hers.
But before I could close the distance -
Her hand pressed against my chest.
"Here?" She whispered, voice soft but firm.
I frowned. "What?"
Alessa swallowed, eyes darting around the room before locking onto mine. "Where you used to sleep with other women?"
A muscle in my jaw ticked.
Then I huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking my head. "If it makes you feel any better," I said, voice edged, "Then I never fucked anyone in this bed."
Her eyes searched mine like she wanted to believe me.
I leaned down, my lips brushing over her peaked nipples through the fabric. A sharp inhale left her, fingers curling into the sheets.
"Is that a no?" I asked against her skin, voice low.
Alessa's breath came out uneven but she didn't push me away this time.
I dragged my mouth upward, grazing along her collarbone before whispering against her ear, "Still a no?"
I gave her a second.
Then another.
And when she still didn't answer, I bit down just enough to make her gasp. Just enough to force a reaction out of her.
Her hands flew up gripping my shoulders, her hold tight.
I smirked against her skin, letting my lips trace a path down to her throat.
"Luca..." she breathed, a warning or a plea, I wasn't sure which.
My fingers trailed down, slipping beneath the hem of her nightgown dragging the fabric higher. Her thighs tensed beneath my touch and for a second, she squirmed.
"Say it, Alessa," I murmured, my thumb tracing circles in the inside of her thigh inching higher. "Say you want this."
I could see her mind working, the logical part of her screaming that this was a mistake. That she should push me away that she shouldn't want this, shouldn't want me.
But her body?
Her body had already betrayed her.
I saw it in the way she shivered when I touched her. The way her nails dug into my shoulders, the way her legs tensed when I pressed just a little harder against her. Those pretty nipples aching for a touch. And I swear I would find her fucking wet if I touched her pretty cunt.
Her head tilted slightly, her gaze flickering to my mouth. She exhaled softly and tilts her head. Just enough to tell me yes.
A slow smirk tugged at my lips. "Good girl. Now say it with your mouth."
Then, barely above a whisper, she said it. "Yes"
Fuck.
I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing her gasp, my hands gripping her waist.
Her fingers tangled in my shirt, pulling, nails scraping as I bit her bottom lip, tugging, teasing, punishing.
For making me wait.
For making me want her.
For being in my head when I swore she wouldn't be.
I pulled back and smirked seeing her lips, red and swollen. I slipped my hands beneath her nightgown, pulling it up over her head and tossing it on the floor. She was naked except for the red thong she was wearing.
Her breasts rose and fell and fuck. She was beautiful.
I didn't say it out loud.
Instead, I grip her wrists, pinning them above her head, my knee pressing between her thighs, parting them slightly. I leaned down kissing both of her breasts before taking the left one in my mouth, sucking and biting it. She let out a whimper as I moved to the other one doing the same.
She closed her legs around me, moving her hips trying to find some friction. I moved down kissing my way to her belly button.
I crouched in front of her hooking a finger into her thong and sliding it down her legs. She tried to get up but i pushed her down.
"Lay down. And don't move until I say so."
She looked at me hesitant before lying back down. I pulled her towards me, her legs half dangling down the bed. I cupped her knees parting them away to see her dripping pussy. I kissed my way to there, the sweet wetness coating my lips.
A shudder ripped through her as I parted her pussy lips with my thumb and index finger, trailing my tongue between her folds exploring every bit of it. My eyes met hers as her hand brushed through my hair.
Alessa moaned and fisted my hair, tugging. "Don't stop"
"Never" I draped her thigh over my shoulder, my head deeper between her legs. I sucked on her clit pulling it between my teeth, applying more pleasure. Her back arched, her face contorted in pleasure looking like a fucking angel.
I gave it one last suck before pushing a finger in her opening, in and out, in and out. My thumb putting the faintest of pressure on her clit until she fell apart shaking, screaming.
"Fuck. You taste so good" I said getting up. Her face was flushed, gaze heavy with desire.
Her gaze flickered to the bulge straining against my pants before she quickly looked away, her throat bobbing with a nervous swallow.
I smirked. Shy little thing.
Hooking my fingers into my waistband, I shoved my pants and boxers down in one motion, letting them fall to the floor.
Alessa shifted backward, her body pressing into the pillows as I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs. I wrapped a hand around my hard cock, dragging the swollen tip through her slick folds, teasing her, coating myself in her arousal.
Heat coiled tight in my stomach as I lined myself up at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her tight, virgin cunt.
I pushed in slow, stretching her inch by inch. Her walls gripping me, resisting, her breath hitching as she fought against the burn.
Fuck. She was so fucking tight.
My jaw locked, my fingers flexing against her hips as I fought the instinct to claim, ruin, own. Her body was clenched around me like a vise, pulsing, trembling, trying to adjust. And all I could think about was how easy it would be to break her to my size.
A strangled cry ripped from her throat as I buried myself to the hilt, stretching her around my cock.
Her body went rigid, her nails digging into my shoulders, her walls clamping down like she wasn't sure she could take me.
I fucking felt it, the way her body resisted, the way she trembled, the way she tried to breathe through the burn.
My cock throbbed, every muscle in my body tightening to keep from slamming into her again and making her submit completely. But I wanted her to feel it first.
I dragged my thumb across her lower lip, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Take me in, Alessa."
Her breath hitched, her lashes fluttering as unshed tears clung to the corners of her eyes.
I exhaled harshly, running my hand up her thigh, forcing my own breathing to slow. My lips brushed against her ear, voice low, almost soothing "It will feel good soon. Just breathe for me."
I rolled my hips, just a little, testing, watching the way her lips parted on a strangled gasp.
Her hands slid down my arms, hesitant, unsure. "Luca..." Her voice was a whisper, breathy and uncertain.
I dragged my lips down her throat, lingering at her racing pulse. "Tell me" I rasped.
She swallowed hard, her breath hitching when I withdrew an inch and push back in slow.
Her nails dug in again, a sharp inhale leaving her lips. "It still - it still hurts."
I leaned in kissing the side of her neck, sucking lightly at her skin. "I know. Just try to let go."
I didn't move.
Let her feel it. Let her body adjust to the stretch.
Her thighs trembled around my hips. I stayed buried inside her, letting the burn settle, letting her walls stop resisting me.
Seconds ticked by.
One breath. Two.
I rolled my hips again, slowly feeling her body shudder beneath me. Her walls pulsed, a small, broken moan escaping her lips.
"See?" I murmured, pressing my lips to her temple. "You are taking me so well."
The moment she exhaled, the moment her nails stopped biting into my skin and her thighs relaxed, I fucking felt it. Her walls fluttered around my cock, not in pain this time but in need. She shifted her hips, hesitant but wanting.
Her spine arching, a soft whimper slipping past her lips. Her body stopped fighting me and started craving me instead.
A slow, dark smirk tugged at my lips. "That's it," I rasped. "Good girl."
I pulled back and thrust forward, slowly working on my pace, letting her feel how good it can be.
I pushed in and out again. And again. And again until I could feel myself close.
A deep, guttural groan tore from my throat as pleasure coiled tight in my spine, raw and unrelenting. My cock throbbed, swelling inside her as I spilled deep, the force of it dragging a curse past my lips.
Fucking hell.
I rocked into her one last time making sure I emptied every last drop of cum inside her before stilling. As I withdrew, a small wince crossed her face, her thighs tensing. In the dim light, I caught sight of the thin smear of blood on my cock, on the inside of her thighs.
I didn't say anything, didn't offer empty words of comfort. What the fuck would they even do?
I exhaled sharply, running a hand down my face before pushing off the bed. I walked to the bathroom, flicking on the light. Cold water hit my skin as I rinsed myself off, washing away the remnants of blood and cum.
When I returned, Alessa hadn't moved much, her body curled slightly on the bed, her skin still flushed, her chest rising and falling in slow, tired breaths.
I grabbed a damp cloth and moved back to her side, wordless as I reached between her thighs, wiping away the evidence of what we had just done. She tensed slightly at the touch.
I tossed the cloth aside and pulled the covers over her.
Her body curled slightly on the bed, her fingers faintly gripping the sheets, like she wasn't sure what to do next.
For a second, I just stood there, watching her chest rise and fall, her skin still flushed from what we had done. Then I turned off the lights and slid onto the bed on my side.