41. Luna
FORTY-ONE
LUNA
Valerio talked to Allister and Dante in a hushed voice, nodding and keeping a stern look on his face. They partied for the past couple of hours, which meant that almost everyone was incredibly drunk except for Luna, Valerio, and Allister. Well, Luna might have had a couple of drinks, but Valerio kept it minimal saying that he needed his sobriety for the drive later in the night. Allister was on security duty, so he didn’t have more than a beer earlier.
Luna approached the boys, grabbing Valerio’s arm. “What are you guys talking about?”
“Safety,” he said. “They’ll be keeping an eye on us and the car until we get to where we’re going.”
“Allister will be doing most of the work.” Dante grinned, his eyes shining with inebriation.
“Let’s consider it your wedding present,” Allister said.
“Well, thanks for doing it,” Luna told him.
“He has no choice.” Valerio gave him a warning look, earning him an eye roll from Allister. He turned to her. “We should head out before it gets too late.”
“Wait, should I change out of my wedding dress?” she asked. It was starting to get a little too heavy to keep dragging everywhere.
“No,” Valerio said without hesitation. “I want to take it off of you.”
“Gross. Keep your fantasies to yourself,” Allister muttered, trying to hold up a drunk Dante who slumped on him.
Luna laughed. “Let’s go,” she said. “Please keep an eye out on the girls. They’re incredibly drunk and I don’t want them to make any decisions they’ll regret.”
“Promise,” Allister said. He waved them off, letting Dante fall to the floor.
Valerio grabbed her hand and their bag—a small overnight duffle with a few things. They made their way to the garage, walking to the black SUV. He helped her in, trying to keep the dress from getting dirty or destroyed. Then he walked over to the counter by the entrance of the garage where a couple bottles of oil and windshield wiper fluid sat, and picked up the four guns that were sitting there. He made sure they were all loaded, placing the smallest in his suit jacket and carrying the other three to place in the back seat.
She tried to ignore it so it wouldn’t put a damper on the perfect day, but that was their life now. It was better that they were safe.
He got into the driver’s seat, letting the car purr to life. She said a little prayer as soon as they received confirmation from Allister that they could head out. He kept the headlights off until they got to the main road where it was easier to blend in with everyone else driving.
He drove quickly, constantly checking the mirrors to make sure no one was following them. She held her breath the entire time, her shoulders tensed, and her eyes peeled for anything suspicious even though she didn’t know what she would be looking for. Only once they entered the remote road to the familiar woods did the anxiety start to wear off.
“We’re going to the cabin?” she asked, a small smile on her face.
He nodded. “I would have taken you somewhere nicer, but I figured just getting out of that house was enough for now.”
“It’s perfect.”
He grabbed her hand, placing a kiss to the back of it. He parked the car right beside the cabin, texting Allister that they had arrived. Like a gentleman, he helped her out of the car, only to sweep her off her feet and into his arms.
“What are you doing?” she asked, laughing.
“Carrying my wife over the threshold.”
“You’re supposed to do that in our new home.” She opened the door for them. “Besides, you need to take it easy. You just started recovering.”
“My back is fine,” he promised, giving her a quick kiss to presumably shut her up. “You know I can’t resist any reason to hold you.” He placed her on the couch before running off to grab their bag and the other guns.
Luna fell back with a small smile of contentment. The cabin was exactly how they had left it from the last time they were there, almost as if it was frozen in time from when things seemed simpler. Now, it was her favorite place in the world, and a place they would return to once the war was over. Simpler times would come that was what she had to remind herself.
Valerio dropped the stuff on the small table, locking the door behind him. He peeled the tux jacket off and ripped the bow tie from his neck, moving with precision to the fireplace.
Her eyes followed his every movement in a daze. Even though his body took up most of the space in whatever room he was in, he still moved with such an elegance that she couldn’t understand. He was never clumsy; everything was always done with certainty. She was fascinated by it.
He kneeled down, placing logs of wood into the fireplace and igniting a single match to get it going. With a sigh, he stood back up, stretching his back out as he turned around to face Luna once again.
“It’ll warm up soon,” he said.
She could hardly register the coldness in the cabin from the overwhelmingly hot temperature of her body.
“Come sit with me.” She patted the spot next to her on the couch.
He shook his head with a smirk but still complied. She turned her back to him, exposing the zipper of the dress. “Mind getting that for me?” she asked innocently. “It’s a bit uncomfortable.”
“Anything for you, Mrs. Vitali,” he told her. He traced along her spine, finding the zipper with ease.
He pulled the zipper down slowly, cherishing the moment before moving onto her shoulders next to push the straps off. His lips had just barely grazed her neck when she suddenly stood up. She let her dress fall into a pile on the floor. All she stood in was a lacy white bra and underwear set with a garter strapped to her upper thigh.
“That’s more comfortable,” she said, stepping out of the dress. The way his eyes watched her sent goosebumps along her body. He hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was already soaking between her thighs.
He reached out, setting her on his lap. Immediately, his fingers traced the garter. “What is this?” he asked.
“I think you’re supposed to remove it,” Luna said. “With your mouth.”
“Is that what tradition says?” Valerio asked, raising an eyebrow in question.
Luna nodded. “I don’t make the rules.”
“Then I guess I don’t have a choice.” He shrugged, setting her on the couch beside him. Without a moment of hesitation, he dropped to his knees in front of her, using his hands to part her legs open. He kissed up her thigh, biting on the skin softly before he finally landed on the garter.
Her breath hitched. He was so close to her aching pussy.
But he didn’t move any higher. He placed an openmouthed kiss on the garter and then pulled it with his teeth all the way down her leg. The heels she wore all night were still strapped to her feet, so with careful movements he slipped them off, laying small kisses to her ankles. She settled her feet on his shoulders, letting him pull the lacy white thong down her legs. The way he removed each leftover piece of clothing slowly was driving her mad.
His patience was both incredibly hot and incredibly annoying. She needed him to touch her, taste her, fuck her, but he moved like he had all the time in the world.
“Stop teasing,” she begged.
He stopped all movements. “I thought you were my patient, good girl.”
She nodded her head. “I am. Please.”
He shook his head. “Your begging is so sexy, but I think you might be greedy.”
“Please, Val.”
He grinned, throwing her underwear to the side. “I don’t reward bad girls.” He draped her legs over his shoulders, pulling her to the edge of the couch. His mouth met her slick cunt, giving her one single lick. Luna moaned, thrusting her hips for more. “I punish them,” he said. His eyes held a wicked gleam in them, one that nearly had her panting.
With that he began devouring her, licking and sucking on her clit, forcing her closer and closer to her climax. Luna bucked wildly, feeling herself at the edge when he stopped completely. She cried out, trying to push his head back in, but he refused.
“Bad girl,” he muttered, slapping her pussy.
“Please stop teasing me,” Luna begged. “Please, I’m your wife. I love you.”
“Say it again,” Valerio said.
“I love you,” she cried out, delirious from needing to come.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asked, grabbing her cunt with his hand.
“Yours,” she said.
“Who do you belong to?” He waited for the answer, his eyes darkening when it finally came.
“You.”
“Forever now,” he muttered, diving back in between her legs. He slipped two fingers inside her, continuing his torture with his tongue while he thrusted his fingers in and out.
Luna could feel it coming, harder than it had in so long. She gripped his hair, holding him in place while she came. Her eyes closed while she spit out moans. Her chest moved rapidly, leaving her crashing.
She didn’t get a second to recover before Valerio pounced on her. She tasted herself on him, desperately trying to keep up with the maddening kiss he gave her. The possession, the obsession—it was all there, willing to destroy her.
He carried her into the bedroom. Quickly, she undid her bra, throwing it somewhere in the room before he could rip it apart. She actually wanted to cherish this lingerie. He took the chance to bite and pull on her nipples, mixing pleasure with pain in an intoxicating concoction. Every touch lit up her body all over again.
Valerio threw her on the bed, ripping his shirt off. The buttons went flying, scattering around the room. He pulled his belt off in a haste, stripping himself of the rest of his clothes until he stood before her in his naked glory.
She would never get tired of seeing his healthy, toned body. And she especially wouldn’t get tired of the stiff cock between his legs.
Valerio spit on his hand, moving it slowly up and down his cock. Luna watched in awe at the way his abdomen flexed, the way he looked at her to make sure she was watching him.
“I want a taste,” she said, sitting up on her knees. He approached the bed, leaning one knee on the edge.
“Take what’s yours, baby,” he said, grabbing hold of her hair when she leaned over. Her tongue found him first, trailing along the shaft before circling the tip. She opened her mouth, swallowing him before pulling him out again.
He cursed as he guided her head up and down his cock. “Such a good girl,” he moaned, throwing his head back. “My perfect girl.”
Luna’s body sang at the praise as she moved her head frantically. He pulled out before she could take his cum down her throat.
“On your back,” he said, letting go of her hair.
She did as he said, savoring when he fell on top of her, his lips on hers all over again. His tongue fought with hers, tasting her mouth the same way she did to him. She could stay there like that for the rest of her life—kissing him into oblivion.
Instead, his hand reached down, finally guiding his cock inside her.
She gasped, the full feeling overstimulating every nerve ending. He stopped for a second, allowing her to take it in, so she could savor her husband. As soon as her nails trailed down his back, he began thrusting, letting her ride his cock.
Sweat built up on their skin, their moans getting louder as Valerio’s hips moved quicker. He lifted her legs over his shoulders, fucking her and rubbing circles on her clit with his thumb at the same time.
Luna’s legs shook as she came again, her body completely falling apart. He came shortly after, a groan leaving his lips as his eyes locked on hers. He fell on top of her, letting his dick soak in her pussy as he stared at her with an emotion she finally understood: Love.
She couldn’t stop herself from kissing him again, as if they hadn’t been doing it all night, as if she wouldn’t be doing it for the rest of her life. She flipped them over so he was on his back this time, never disconnecting their bodies.
“Already?” he asked, his cock becoming hard with the movement of her hips.
“Can’t handle it?” she asked mockingly.
That seemed to do the trick for him, and once again they got lost in each other.
Again and again and again.