Epilogue
Ginetta
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"Hold still or I'm going to stick you with a pin!"
I try to control my fidgeting as Natalie flutters around me, putting the final touches on my dress. My wedding dress. The thought sends a thrill zinging through me, chased by giddy butterflies. In less than an hour, I'll be walking down the aisle to Dante. My fiancé, my love. My future.
God, how is this real? How did I get this lucky?
"Relax, babe," Mia soothes, touching up my lipstick with a critical eye. "This is your big day! Your fairytale come true."
I take a deep breath, willing my racing heart to settle. They're right. Marrying Dante...it feels as inevitable as the turn of the earth, the pull of the tides. He's in my blood, my bones. The other half of me.
No, these nerves dancing beneath my skin aren't cold feet. They're anticipation. Lust. Because as much as I'm dying to be Dante's wife, to build a life with him...I'm also dying to consummate our marriage in the filthiest ways imaginable.
It's been twenty-four hours since I last felt his hands on me, his cock splitting me open. An eternity. Even last night, relegated to separate beds...I ached for him. Tossed and turned for hours, desperate for his touch. His heat and hardness filling me up, taking me over.
And that growly phone call, his voice dripping sin in my ear...
"Can't fucking sleep without you, amore," he'd rasped. "Keep thinking about that tight little body under mine. I'm hard as steel picturing you spread out, begging for my cock."
I squeeze my thighs together now, my clit throbbing. Twelve hours without him and I'm sparking at the slightest provocation. I'm dying for him to pin me down tonight and take me every way imaginable, until pleasure borders on pain. I want the ache of his possession for days, branding me as his.
"Damn girl, your man isn't even here and you're already flushed," Mia observes, fanning herself dramatically. "I can practically feel the horny coming off you in waves."
I go scarlet as Nat cackles, waggling her brows. "Hope you packed those bachelorette handcuffs! You're gonna set that suite on fire tonight."
The wicked image of Dante cuffing me to the bed, teasing me for hours...
"Ladies! It's time!" The wedding planner appears, saving me from my illicit fantasies. "The processional is lining up!"
Oh God. This is it. My heart kicks into overdrive as Nat and Mia envelop me in fierce hugs.
"You look stunning, babe. I'm so fucking happy for you I could burst. Now let's get you married before Prince Charming thinks you've run for the hills!"
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I'm in a trance as I float down the aisle, the crystal and candlelight fading away. Because all I can see is him. Dante.
Devastating in a black tuxedo, his dark eyes glitter with unshed emotion as he tracks my approach. Naked awe, devotion, hunger. I tremble, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of him. Of this moment.
"Breathe, amore," he murmurs as he takes my hands, his voice a rough rub of velvet. "I've got you."
Lost in the fathomless depths of his gaze, I barely register the ceremony starting. I'm too consumed by the deep connection flowing between us, the bone-deep certainty that this is the truest thing I've ever known.
When it's time for vows, I somehow choke mine out around the lump in my throat. "Dante, before you, my life was good. Happy. But loving you...it's transformed everything. Falling for you was easy as gravity. You are my soulmate, my reason. I vow to spend forever being your home, your haven, as you are mine. I'm so grateful for the humbling gift of your love."
Tears trace down Dante's stark cheeks as he lifts my hand to his lips. "Ginetta...before you, I was a dead man walking. You crashed into my life like a meteor and made me alive again. Made me believe in miracles, in destiny. I know now you were made for me. My absolution. I vow to become the man you deserve, to love you with every beat of this tattered heart, every breath in this body. You're the best part of me, tesoro. Forever."
I'm lost in him, lungs seizing with the intensity of my adoration as the officiant pronounces us man and wife. Dante yanks me into his arms and claims my mouth in a kiss of pure possession, his tongue delving deep. I moan and match his fervor, uncaring of our audience. Wolf-whistles erupt but all I feel is the rightness of it, the final piece snapping into place. I'm his now, irrevocably. Eternally.
"Hello, wife," Dante grins against my lips and I beam back, delirious with joy. "Hello, husband."
We're inseparable the rest of the night, stealing heated kisses and lingering caresses between the frenzy of photographs and well-wishes. I'm practically vibrating out of my skin with wanting him. During our first dance, his hands map my curves possessively, reigniting the inferno banked by our vows.
"What do you say we get out of here?" he suggests, voice a gravelly rasp. "Go consummate this marriage six ways to Sunday?"
"God, yes," I breathe, already tingling with anticipation. "I need you, Dante. Now."
His answering groan is pure sin, and we escape. The second the elevator closes, he has me pinned to the mirrored wall, his mouth a hot brand as he consumes me. I arch into the solid bulk of him, moaning as his hands hit every trigger point. Setting me aflame through the delicate lace.
We stumble to the honeymoon suite in a tangle of groping hands and biting kisses, desperation a living thing trapped behind my ribs. Dante kicks the door shut and walks me backwards, a man possessed. My legs hit the bed and I tumble down, dragging him with me. Greedy for his weight, his heat.
"Tell me what you need, wife." His hand palms my breast and I keen, nipples pearling into aching points. "Tonight's all about you. Making you feel good."
"You," I rasp, scoring my nails down his taut back. "Inside me. Surrounding me. I just need you."
He makes a rough sound and surges down to claim my mouth again. This kiss is different - deep and drugging and so full of emotion it hurts. Like he's trying to pour the depth of his feeling into me, brand me with it.
He helps me out of my dress between touches until I'm bared to his molten gaze in nothing but my heels. After a heated once over, he quickly loses his tux.
"Fuck, look at you," he growls, drinking me in like a man dying of thirst. "Never gonna stop worshipping this body, amore."
He does just that, his wicked tongue and fingers playing me like an instrument until I'm sobbing and commanding more, now. When he finally sheathes that thick length inside me, I nearly weep with relief. Completion. Rightness. Home.
He takes me with slow, deep strokes that stoke the fire higher and higher. Our slick bodies move in a feedback loop of sensation. When his fingers find my clit, I shatter with a silent scream.
"That's it, tesoro. Milk me. Wanna feel this sweet heat strangling my cock as you come."
I detonate again at his filthy words, dragging him over the edge with me. We collapse in a sweaty tangle, hearts crashing in sync.
"We did it," Dante marvels long moments later, his voice scraped raw with wonder. "You're my wife. I get to keep you."
"Forever," I vow, smiling against his thundering heart. "Stuck with me, husband. No take-backsies."
"Wouldn't dream of it. You're my destiny, Ginetta. My once-in-a-lifetime. And this is just the beginning."
The words sink into my bones because he's right. This love, this soul-deep connection...it's what happily ever afters are made of. And ours is just beginning.
I drift off with my head pillowed on Dante's chest, his heartbeat my lullaby. And dream of our future stretching bright and boundless. A winding road I can't wait to travel hand-in-hand with this beautiful man. My husband, my everything.
The first day of forever.
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Love instalove and OTT romance with possessive males? Check out this standalone story, Mountain Man’s Curvy Catch , next.
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