Chapter 32 #2
Her nipples pebble in the cool air, rosy peaks begging for my mouth. I drop to my knees before her, my face level with her stomach, and press a kiss just below her navel as I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties.
Slowly, I drag them down her legs, revealing the neat triangle of red curls between her thighs. She steps out of the lace, now completely bare before me. I drink in the sight of her—my wife, my bride, my possession, my treasure.
All. Fucking. Mine.
Rising to my feet, I shed my boxer briefs in one smooth motion, watching her eyes widen as she takes in my hard dick.
“We’ll go slow,” I promise again, guiding her down to the plush rug before the fire. The flames cast her skin in amber light as she lies back, her red hair fanning out beneath her like spilled wine.
“I’m scared,” she confesses, her voice small but steady. “But I want you. I want you to be my first. My only.”
My only.
The words set my fucking blood on fire. They call to the most possessive and primal part of me. “You’re mine, Alina,” I growl, positioning myself over her, bracing my weight on my forearms. “No one else will ever touch you like this. No one.”
She nods, her hands coming up to rest on my shoulders. “Show me,” she whispers. “Show me what it’s like to be fuc… to have sex with Raffaele Russo.”
I smirk at how close she came to saying ‘fuck’. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her swear, and it’s never bothered me. Yet, right now, it feels like a dare to myself to make her lose herself so completely she doesn’t correct her words.
I capture her mouth in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly turns hungry, devouring. My tongue claims hers as my hand slides down her body, over the soft curve of her stomach, finding the heat between her thighs.
She gasps against my lips as my fingers trace her entrance, finding her already slick with desire.
“So wet for me,” I murmur, circling her opening without penetrating. “Such a good girl.”
Her hips buck against my hand, seeking more contact. I pull back from our kiss to watch her face as I finally, finally slide one finger inside her. The tight heat of her makes my dick throb in anticipation. She’s impossibly tight, her body tensing at the intrusion.
“Relax,” I command softly, keeping my finger still within her. “Breathe, Piccola.”
She obeys, drawing a shaky breath. As her body relaxes, I begin to move my finger, slowly pumping in and out of her virgin channel. Her eyes flutter closed, her head falling back.
“No,” I growl. “Eyes on me. I want to see you.”
Her lids snap open, blue eyes locking with mine as I work a second finger into her tight heat. She winces slightly at the stretch, but I distract her by circling my thumb over her clit. The dual sensation draws a moan from her throat, her hips rocking against my hand.
“That’s it,” I encourage, scissoring my fingers inside her, preparing her for what’s to come. “Take my fingers, Mogliettina. Show me how good you can be.”
Her walls clench around my digits as I curl them forward, finding the spot that makes her cry out. I press against it relentlessly while my thumb works her clit in tight circles. Her breathing grows ragged, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Raffaele,” she gasps, her body trembling. “Oh, God! I’m… I can’t… God!”
“Let go,” I command. “Come for me, Alina. Now.”
As if my words are the key that unlocks her pleasure, she shatters beneath me, her back arching off the rug, her inner walls pulsing around my fingers. I watch, entranced, as ecstasy transforms her face—lips parted, eyes wide but unseeing, cheeks flushed with color.
Before she can recover fully, I lower my mouth to her breast, capturing one rosy nipple between my lips. My fingers continue their steady rhythm inside her, drawing out her orgasm until she’s whimpering beneath me.
Only when her tremors subside do I change tactics, pumping my fingers faster, harder, my palm grinding against her sensitive clit.
“Again,” I demand against her breast. “Once more for me.”
Her protest dies on her lips as pleasure builds anew, her hips bucking wildly against my hand. This time when she comes, she screams my name, the sound echoing off the library walls like music.
I withdraw my fingers from her heat, admiring how they glisten in the firelight. “Open,” I command, pressing them against her lips. When she hesitantly parts them, I slide my fingers into her mouth. “Taste yourself on me.”
Her eyes widen, but she obeys, her tongue tentatively licking my fingers clean. The sight is almost enough to break my control completely.
Shifting down her body, I settle between her thighs, pushing them wider with my shoulders. “Now I’m going to taste you,” I inform her, my breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh. “And you’re going to keep your eyes on me while I do.”
She props herself up on her elbows, her gaze locked with mine as I lower my mouth to her core. The first broad stroke of my tongue makes her gasp, her thighs tensing around my head. I grasp her hips firmly, holding her in place as I devour her like a starved man.
My tongue circles her entrance, dips inside, then returns to flick against her clit. “Oh!” she cries out, her head falling back despite my instructions.
I pull away immediately. “Eyes. On. Me,” I repeat, each word a command.
She obeys, her gaze finding mine again, pupils blown wide with desire. Only then do I return to my task, alternating between gentle suction on her clit and firm strokes of my tongue.
When I add my fingers back into the equation, pushing two deep inside her while my mouth works her sensitive bud, she begins to tremble again.
On impulse, I reach out with my free hand, grabbing the white queen from the scattered chess pieces beside us. Pulling back slightly, I replace my mouth with the smooth head of the piece, rubbing it against her swollen nub in tight circles.
Her eyes widen in shock, but the moan that escapes her tells me everything I need to know. “The queen,” I murmur, continuing the motion, “the most powerful piece on the board. Just like you. So much power in this sweet cunt of yours.”
The chess piece slides easily through her wetness, the polished stone growing slick as I work it against her clit with expert precision. Combined with my fingers pumping inside her, the sensation quickly drives her toward another orgasm.
“Raffaele,” she pants, her hands fisting in the rug beneath her. “Please… I can’t… I have to…”
“You can,” I insist, increasing the pressure. “One more time. Come for me.”
“Raffaele,” she mewls. “Fuck!”
Her entire body goes rigid as the climax crashes over her, her inner walls clamping down on my fingers with enough force to make me groan in anticipation of how she’ll feel around my cock.
I work her through it, only removing my fingers and the chess piece when she collapses back onto the rug, chest heaving with exertion. There’s no hiding my satisfied smirk, but I don’t tell her it’s because she swore.
Setting aside the queen, I kiss and lick my way up her body, positioning myself between her spread thighs. My cock throbs painfully, desperate for relief after so much restraint. I take myself in hand, stroking my length once, twice, before guiding the head to her entrance.
Her eyes, hazy with pleasure, focus on mine with sudden clarity. “Will it hurt?” she asks, her voice small but not fearful.
“Yes,” I tell her honestly. “At first. But I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”
She nods, her hands coming up to grip my biceps. “I’m ready,” she whispers. “Make me yours, Raffaele. Completely.”
I lean down to capture her lips in a kiss that contains everything I cannot say aloud—my possession, my obsession, this unfamiliar feeling that threatens to consume me.
Against her lips, I growl the words that have been building inside me all night, “I’m going to fuck you now, Mogliettina.”
A shudder runs through her body at my crude words, but her response is immediate and eager. “Please, husband,” she moans, lifting her hips to meet me. “Please make me yours.”
I rub the tip of my cock against her opening, coating it in her arousal. Then I slowly push the head against her slick opening, feeling the first give of her body as it begins to accept me.
The heat of her sends sparks shooting up my spine, the promise of tight, virgin flesh finally yielding to my claim.