Chapter 32 #2
"Julian will handle it."
He finished speaking and strode toward the ballroom's side door carrying me. As we passed the head table, Julian was chatting and laughing with someone, wine glass in hand. He caught sight of us in his peripheral vision and froze completely.
"Wait—where are you going?"
Victor didn't look back. "The rest is yours."
"What?"
But Victor had already carried me out of the ballroom. Julian's protests were cut off by the closing door.
I rested against his shoulder, unable to hold back laughter.
"Your son's going to hate you."
"He's used to it."
Victor carried me through the garden, past the corridor, all the way back to the main building. The manor had been decorated everywhere with flowers and ribbons for the wedding, but right now the hallway was empty—all the servants had been sent to the ceremony site.
The entire building was so quiet only his footsteps remained, and the soft rustle of lace from my dress brushing against his suit sleeve.
He set me down on the edge of the bedroom bed.
"Finally. You're completely mine now." His voice was low and rough, like a second vow.
He leaned down and kissed me deeply, his tongue dominating, tangling forcefully with mine. My heart pounded so hard it felt ready to explode—this man who had once used his body to shield me from death under the rubble now possessed me with the gentlest yet most commanding touch.
He unbuttoned my wedding dress one button at a time, patient. With each one, he'd lean down to kiss the exposed skin—tongue trailing over my collarbone, between my breasts, my waist... When the pure white lace lingerie was torn away too, my whole body had gone soft.
"Victor..." I gasped his name.
"More. Say my name more." He bit my earlobe, voice husky and sexy.
"Victor..." The moment I whispered it, he growled low, pushed my legs wide apart, knelt between them, and lowered his head.
His hot, soft tongue pressed directly against my already soaked entrance, his rough tongue parting my lips, curling around my swollen clit and sucking hard. Pleasure shot through me like electricity, arching my back violently, a cry I couldn't suppress tearing out. "Ah...!"
God... too intense. I gripped his hair desperately, my mind blank. His agile tongue dove inside my opening, swirling, then quickly returned to circle and suck my clit while two thick fingers thrust inside, curved, stroking my most sensitive front wall over and over.
"Baby... too deep... I'm... I'm going to..." I twisted my hips crying, but he pinned my thighs down—no escape.
Victor suddenly sucked hard on my clit while his fingers pumped fast. I felt a scalding wave crash over me, my whole body convulsing violently, my inner walls clenching his fingers desperately as a stream of clear fluid gushed out uncontrollably, splashing his chin and chest.
I screamed through my climax, my body thrown to the clouds then slammed down, legs trembling nonstop.
Victor looked up, his lips glistening with my wetness, his eyes satisfied and dangerous.
He stripped off all his clothes. His thick, hot cock sprang free, veins bulging.
He gripped his shaft, rubbing it repeatedly against my still-spasming entrance, using the head to slap my swollen clit, voice low.
"Want more? My wife."
I nodded through tears, spreading my legs willingly. "Yes, come in... I want you..."
Victor's hips thrust forward, his entire thick cock driving viciously to the hilt. The instant I was completely filled, I arched my neck with a long moan—so full... so hot... Every vein, every pulse rubbed clearly against my inner walls, like he was pinning my entire being to him.
He began slow but deep thrusts, each one pulling out until only the head remained, then slamming back in to the deepest point, hitting my cervix. The sounds of impact grew louder, the wet noises obscene.
"Look at me." He gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "See clearly who's fucking you."
I stared at Victor's face, but my vision kept losing focus.
Maybe it was because we were married—today's pleasure came too fierce, building higher and higher.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts actively.
Victor's movements grew brutal. He pushed one of my legs up to my shoulder, changing to an even deeper angle, each thrust threatening to split me open.
"Ah...! Baby... too deep... God." I cried out, nails digging deep into his back.
"I wish I could stay inside you forever." He panted roughly, leaning down to kiss me hard. "You're mine. No one can take you away."
His head pounded relentlessly against my most sensitive spot. My whole body shook violently, the second wave crashing without warning. My inner walls spasmed wildly, clenching him so tight he could barely move, another gush of fluid spraying out, soaking his entire abdomen and thighs.
Victor growled and flipped me over, entering from behind. One hand gripped my waist, the other pressed my neck down, pinning me to the bed, fucking me like a bitch in heat—brutal, pounding thrusts. Each one deep and hard, his balls slapping my lips with wet smacks.
"Feel good?" He fucked me while asking, voice hoarse.
"Feels fucking incredible." I'd lost my mind completely, crying and pushing my ass back, meeting every savage thrust. Pleasure stacked in waves. I felt like he was fucking my soul out of my body.
Victor pulled me up, had me sit on him, facing each other as I rode him. He gripped my ass, thrusting up violently while I clung to his neck, crying as I moved up and down. Sweat dripped constantly where our bodies joined.
I looked down at where we connected—his thick, long cock disappearing into me over and over, glistening with wetness. The visual stimulation pushed me further over the edge.
"Victor, you're so good, God." I trembled and cried out.
"Squirt for me." He bit my nipple, thrusting up hard. "Let me see it, my love."
I screamed through my third climax, body convulsing violently, my depths gushing like I'd lost control—clear fluid spraying onto his abdomen, running down his shaft.
Victor finally couldn't hold back. He slammed me back onto the bed, hands locked on my waist, fucking me like a wild animal. The final dozen thrusts were deep and brutal, each one hitting my cervix.
"Evelyn!" He roared my name, hot thick cum flooding deep inside me in spurts, filling my womb completely.
In the afterglow, I still twitched lightly. He didn't pull out. Instead, he held me tight, kissing my forehead, my tear-dampened eyes, my swollen lips.
"Evelyn Moretti..." He called my new name in that low, tender voice. "I love you."
I buried my face against his sweat-covered chest, tears wetting his skin, but smiled as I answered. "I love you too..."
Victor chuckled low. His cock, still hard despite just finishing, moved slightly inside me again.
"The night's still young, Mrs. Moretti." He kissed my collarbone, voice filled with mischief and deep affection. "I promised you the most extravagant wedding... Now you should reward me properly."
I laughed softly at his teasing, but soon couldn't form coherent sounds again as he resumed his slow, deep thrusts. I could only cling softly to his neck, letting this man I loved so deeply possess me, fill me completely.