Chapter 35
I don’t care what anyone says.
This is romantic.
The hazy air, the surprise, Julian arranging all this.
He didn’t have to do it, but he did.
I glance over my shoulder at Darcy, who gives me a thumbs-up.
This is why she’s my best friend. From the moment I hugged her back, she knew I was okay with this. She may ask me questions later, but she’d never ruin a moment like this by going into interrogation mode.
The priest begins speaking.
He stutters at the beginning, his cheeks reddening as he peers at me.
I offer him a reassuring smile, confirming I’m okay with this.
Poor guy.
I’m sure crazy-ass Antonio put him through the wringer when he kidnapped him, held him at gunpoint, and forced him to officiate their wedding.
It wasn’t the wedding I attended.
No, that one was better organized and legal with another priest, who was lucky enough not to have the looming threat of death over his head.
I say my vows with Julian, surprised I can even form words.
This weird mixture of shock and excitement zips through my veins as I stare at Julian across from me. He’s dressed in a fitted black tux, a black suit vest, and a tie. With his outfit, I assumed we were going to a nice dinner, an event, or a wedding.
But not our wedding.
He hasn’t looked anywhere but at me since Father Jerome began.
His eyes are glued to me, as if he doesn’t want to miss a beat of this.
He stares as if I’m all that matters to him and he’ll deal with whatever consequences will come later.
I’ve fallen in love with those blue eyes—the rarity and beauty of them.
How they’re just as unique and wild as he is.
My heart rate picks up when Julian fishes two black velvet ring boxes from his pocket.
His hand is warm when he grabs mine, slowly slipping a diamond ring on my finger. The ring is cold, a contrast to his warmth. I don’t look at it yet, since I can’t look away from him. I want to see every expression on his face throughout this ceremony.
I take his hand next, take the diamond band from him, and slip it onto his thick finger.
This man is taken by me.
My ownership is branded on him in a loop of diamonds.
“You may kiss the bride,” Father Jerome finally says.
Julian wraps his arm around my waist, tugging me toward him, and his lips are instantly on mine.
While we’ve kissed plenty of times, it feels more real this time.
Intimate.
It feels like a hug you’ve wanted for lifetimes.
As his tongue slides into my mouth, I know this will last forever.
That he’s taking my soul as I take his name.
When he finally pulls away, I stare down at the huge, glistening diamond on my hand.
“I’m a Bellini,” I whisper to him.
Julian kisses me again. “You’re a Bellini.”
Is lust different when you’re married?
I know we’re technically newlyweds, but after hearing Julian say his vows to be mine forever, it’s upped my desire for him tenfold.
The same with him.
We can hardly keep our hands off each other when we walk through the front door. Shoot, it was a struggle not to straddle him while we sat in traffic on the ride here.
I did tease him, though.
As he drove, I turned into a little temptress, massaging his thigh, so close to his cock, until he groaned my name. He grabbed my wrist, returning my hand to my lap and shaking his head, as if I was nothing but trouble.
That didn’t stop me.
I reached out again, fully placing my palm on his cock and rubbing it.
It got harder and harder within seconds.
My mouth watered, and I knew, tonight, I’d have his cock in my mouth.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard for teasing me,” Julian warns, turning me around and unzipping my dress in one swift movement.
I step out of the dress and kick it to the side. He hisses under his breath, his gaze sweeping down my body, just like his eyes always do.
If I’m naked, Julian is staring at every inch of my skin.
As I take his hand and lead him into the living room, I get a flashback of him doing the same with me tonight, straight to the altar. I wish we’d taped it so I could watch it over and over, like my favorite movie.
I try to act like I’m in control, though I know Julian always is, but he allows me to play along as I push him onto the couch. The cushions indent as he makes himself comfortable and stretches his arms along the back.
He waggles his finger in a come here motion, but I ignore it.
Instead, I fall to my knees and slowly separate his.
He stops me. “Tonight is about you.”
“Every night is about me,” I whine, pouting out my lip and then licking the bottom one, hoping it’ll help my case.
His thighs tense, and I smile.
He raises a brow. “Are you complaining about that?”
“No.” I wiggle forward on my knees, thankful for the rug, and settle myself comfortably between his legs. “Let me suck your dick, husband .” Lowering my head, I nuzzle my nose against his dick over his pants.
Groaning, he throws his head back. “When you say it like that, how can I deny you?”
He tips his head forward, watching me as I unzip his pants.
I’m pretty much a rookie at blow jobs. I’ve been lucky in that, with my selection of hookup partners, they’ve always been more interested in giving me oral than the other way around.
Not that I’ve ever had a problem with that.
But I want to pleasure Julian.
His eyes are soft, focused on me as I tug down his pants and boxer briefs. They bunch up at his Gucci loafers when I lower them all the way down.
My mouth waters as his erection springs forward.
It’s hard, and throbbing, and purple at the end. Thick veins protrude from it.
My beautiful husband has a beautiful cock.
I stare, closing one eye, and it twitches, as if knowing the spotlight’s on it.
“Gen, baby,” Julian rasps, his eyes locked on mine, “while I appreciate you eyeing my cock like it’s your favorite snack, I’d appreciate your lips on it more.
” He jerks his hips forward. “I want to feel that mouth wrapped around this dick that’s so fucking hard for you.
” Lowering his hand, he strokes himself once.
All that’s on my mind is pleasing him as I bob my head forward and slowly lower my mouth onto his cock, inch by inch. He sucks in a thick breath through his teeth, resting his hands on the top of my head.
I suck him up and down while stroking him in the process.
And while I’ve always been told I have a big mouth, it’s not large enough to take all of Julian without gagging. When I do gag, he winds my hair around his wrist and slightly tugs me back, helping me.
He doesn’t make a comment, or wince, or make a big deal about it.
“Relax your throat, baby,” he whispers in praise. “You can do it. Just go slow and take as much as you can.”
I wiggle closer, improving on my deep-throating skills, and feel his cock jerk inside my mouth. It’s growing harder and harder, and beads of pre-cum drip onto my tongue.
It tastes salty.
Delicious.
I moan, growing more excited because I’m getting him excited.
I know he’s getting close when he pumps his hips forward, fucking my face, and he loses all the gentleness he had when I first dropped to my knees.
My ruthless husband has reemerged.
The monster not staying in for long.
He grunts, lifting me by my hair to get a better angle, and his thighs tense as he lifts them.
“Smack my chest if it’s too much,” he groans, ramming his cock so deep in my throat that I can hardly breathe … and I love it.
It’s exactly the response I want from him.
I wanted him to gag me, to make me breathless with his cock, to make him lose control.
“Fuuuuuck,” he moans, cupping the back of my head to hold me in place. He gives me two more harsh thrusts inside my mouth.
His cock pulsates against my tongue, and I moan as he comes in my mouth.
“Yeah, take that cum in your sweet mouth,” he sneers, and as I attempt to stare up at him, his face is scrunched together. He looks the most focused I’ve ever seen him in his life.
His entire body shakes as his cum fills my mouth.
He doesn’t release me until every drop is out of his cock and in my mouth.
When he releases me, he’s relaxed, his shoulders somewhat droopy. His eyes are intense as they lock on my face.
“Open your mouth,” he orders.
I do, and he drags his thumb across my lips.
“My wife, swallowing my cum. What a beautiful sight.”
To show him I’m a good little wife, I slip my finger in my mouth and moan.
I nearly fall on my ass when he stands, pulling his pants back up but leaving them unbuttoned.
“Your turn, baby,” he says, catching me, tossing me over his shoulder, and carrying me up the steps newlywed style.
I’m panting, lost in my thoughts, and I thread my fingers through his hair as he opens the bedroom door. I lose a breath when he tosses me on the bed.
Grabbing my ankles, he drags me to the edge of the bed.
Julian’s signature move.
The man loves me on the edge of the bed. He once said it was the perfect spot to spread out his perfect meal. He impressively unclasps my heels, faster than I do, and tosses them over his shoulder.
Then, my panties are gone, and his mouth is on my pussy.
He eats me fast and then slow, and he fingers me, all while calling me his good little wife.
My body spasms.
My heart is ready to fly out of my chest.
It takes him maybe ten seconds until I’m moaning his name.
Giving him head and then him eating me out is the perfect combo for me to come quickly, it seems.
“Crawl up the bed,” he says, stripping out of his clothes.
I scoot my ass up the bed, shoving off throw pillows and pulling the duvet back.
Julian stares at me in admiration as he climbs up my body.
His eyes soften as he lines his cock up with my opening. But before he thrusts inside me, he leans in closer, runs his thumb along my jawline, and whispers, “I’d ruin any deal for you.”
I gasp as he pushes himself inside me.
He fucks me the slowest he’s ever fucked me.
No, he makes love to me … or his version of love .
Our eyes don’t leave each other’s.
I watch the emotion pass through them.
His sweat lands on my body.
His grunts match my moans.
We move our bodies so in sync.
My heart is on fire, taking every drip of emotion he provides me.
I’m going to prove to this man he has a heart, and then I’ll convince him to hand it over to me to take care of it.