Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Sophia
Lorenzo closes our bedroom door behind us. My wedding dress rustles as I reach down for my heel strap.
"Stop." His voice cuts through the quiet.
My fingers freeze on the buckle. "My feet are killing me."
"Leave them on." He crosses the room in three strides. "The dress stays too."
"Lorenzo—"
His mouth crashes into mine, swallowing my protest. His hands grip my waist through layers of silk and tulle, pulling me against him. I taste wine on his tongue, feel the heat radiating through his tux.
"I've been thinking about this all through dinner." His lips move to my neck. "You in this dress."
My head falls back as he finds that spot below my ear. "The dress is heavy."
"Good." His teeth scrape my skin. "I want you to feel every second of this."
He spins me around, pressing my palms flat against the wall. The position makes me arch, my heels adding height that changes the angle of everything.
"Don't move." His hands gather my skirt, pushing layers of fabric up around my waist.
Cool air hits my thighs. I hear his sharp intake of breath.
"White lace." His fingers trace the edge of my panties. "My innocent bride."
"Not so innocent anymore." The words come out breathless.
"No?" He tears the lace in one sharp pull. The destroyed fabric falls to the floor. "We'll see about that."
I hear his zipper. Feel him press against me, still fully dressed in his tux.
"Lorenzo, please."
"Please what?" His hand tangles in my hair, careful not to destroy the elaborate style. "Tell me what my wife wants."
The word 'wife' sends heat pooling low in my belly. "You. I want you."
He pushes inside me in one smooth thrust. My cry echoes off the walls.
"That's my girl." His hips snap forward.
The dress weighs me down, making every movement feel heightened. My heels force me up on my toes, changing how he hits inside me. The wall is cold under my palms while Lorenzo burns hot against my back.
"You look so fucking perfect." His voice roughens. "My bride. Mine."
His pace builds, each thrust pushing me harder against the wall. The layers of my skirt bunch between us, silk and tulle creating friction that drives me wild.
"I can't—" My legs shake in the heels.
"Yes, you can." His arm wraps around my waist, holding me up. "You're going to come just like this. In your wedding dress. With my cock inside you."
His words push me closer to the edge. Everything feels too much.
"That's it." His teeth find my shoulder through the lace. "Let go, Sophia."
I shatter, my cry muffled by his hand. He follows immediately, groaning my name against my neck.
We stay pressed against the wall, both breathing hard. My legs tremble in the heels.
"Can I take these off now?" I manage.
"No." He pulls out slowly, making me gasp. "We're not done."
He turns me around, lifting me easily. My back hits the wall as he holds me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. The dress pools around us like clouds.
"Lorenzo, you just—"
"I know." He's already hard again, pressing insistently. "But you're still wearing the dress. And I made you a promise about what I'd do to you in it."
His mouth finds mine, hungry and demanding. Through the kiss, I feel him smile.
"Besides," he says against my lips, "we have all night. And I plan to ruin this dress completely before I'm done with you."
Lorenzo
I press Sophia harder against the wall, her wedding dress crushed between us. The sight of her—lips swollen, hair coming undone from its elaborate style—makes something primal roar in my chest.
"You have no idea what you do to me." I grip her thighs tighter, adjusting the angle until she gasps. "Walking down that aisle today. Looking like a fucking angel."
Her nails dig into my shoulders through my tux jacket.
She's so tight, so wet, so perfectly mine. Every movement makes the dress rustle, silk whispering against the wall. Her heels dig into my back, those expensive white shoes I insisted she keep on.
"Look at me." I fist my hand in her hair, forcing her eyes to mine. "I want to see your face when you come on your husband's cock."
The word 'husband' makes her clench around me. Christ, she's going to kill me. This twenty-year-old virgin who threw bread at my face now has me completely fucking destroyed.
"Please." She rolls her hips, seeking friction. "I need—"
"I know what you need." I shift my grip, one hand sliding between us to find her clit. "You need me to fuck you until you can't walk. Until everyone at tomorrow's reception knows exactly what I did to my bride."
Her head falls back against the wall. I attack her exposed throat, sucking hard enough to leave marks. Let everyone see. Let them know she's mine.
"That's it, tesoro." My thumb circles her clit as I drive deeper. "Take it. Take everything I give you."
She's close. I can feel it in how her thighs tremble, how her breathing goes ragged. My perfect wife, coming apart in my arms while still wearing white.
"You're mine now." The words come out rough, desperate. "Legally. Completely. No one can take you from me."
Not Francesco. Not Daniil. Not even Luna's ghost can touch what we have.
"Yours." Sophia's eyes lock on mine, honey-brown gone dark with need. "Always yours."
The conviction in her voice breaks something inside me. I crash my mouth to hers, kissing her like I'm drowning and she's air. My hips snap forward brutally, chasing her pleasure and my own.
"Come for me." I bite her lower lip. "Come for your husband."
She shatters with a scream I barely muffle with my palm. Her whole body convulses, clenching around me so tight I see stars. The sight of her—my wife, my Sophia, destroyed by pleasure in her wedding dress—pushes me over the edge.
"Fuck." I bury my face in her neck as I come, pumping into her with desperate thrusts. "Sophia. Christ, Sophia."
We stay pressed against the wall, both shaking. Her dress is completely ruined, wrinkled and bunched around her waist. Mascara smudges under her eyes. Her lips are swollen from my kisses.
She's never looked more beautiful.
"Can we move to the bed now?" Her voice is hoarse.
"No." I'm already hardening inside her again. The benefit of waiting twelve years to feel something real—my body can't get enough. "I told you. We're not leaving this wall until I've had you every way I've imagined."
"Every way?" She raises an eyebrow, looking more confident now. My shy virgin bride learning her power.
"Every. Fucking. Way." I pull out just to slam back in, making her gasp. "Against the wall. On your knees. Bent over the dresser. That dress isn't coming off until I've marked every inch of you."
Her eyes darken with interest rather than fear. My perfect match. My dangerous girl.
"Then you better get started." She deliberately clenches around me. "Husband."
The word shoots straight to my cock. I growl, spinning her around to face the wall again.
"Hands flat. Legs spread. And Sophia?" I lean close to her ear. "Scream as loud as you want. Let everyone know exactly who you belong to."