Chapter 33
The night of the inauguration was exhausting, intense, and emotionally charged.
After the speech, the photos, the celebration with the team, and the seemingly endless congratulations, all I wanted was to peel off that tight dress, kick off the heels that had practically fused to my feet, and collapse into bed.
But Fernando… Fernando had other plans.
The room was steeped in soft shadows, the city lights outside filtered through the curtains, but the heat between us was palpable.
Fernando pulled me to him the moment the door closed, his large hands gripping my waist, his dark eyes burning with desire and something deeper, more primal.
He kissed me hard, his hot lips pressing against mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth as I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him closer, my body already aching for what was to come.
“I want you differently tonight,” he murmured against my lips, his voice hoarse and low, his fingers digging into my waist as he pushed me against the wall, his body pressed against mine.
“How?” I asked, teasing him, my nails grazing his skin, feeling the tense muscles beneath his shirt.
He smiled—a dangerous smile—and spun me around in one swift motion, his hands sliding up my belly to my breasts, squeezing them through the fabric as he kissed my nape.
“I want to fuck you here,” he whispered, one hand sliding down to my ass, his fingers tracing the curve before squeezing hard, making me moan softly.
My heart raced, arousal mingling with a shiver down my spine—I knew what he wanted, and my body was already responding before my mind could catch up.
“Do you trust me, Glória?” he asked, his voice deep against my ear, his teeth grazing my earlobe as I arched back into him, instinct taking over.
“Always,” I replied, breathless, and he grunted in approval, guiding me to the bed with a firm but gentle touch.
He laid me face down, his knees sinking into the mattress as he pulled my skirt up, exposing my ass.
My panties came next, sliding down my thighs so slowly it left me even wetter, the cool air hitting my hot skin.
“You’re perfect,” he said, his voice thick as he opened the drawer beside the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube.
I heard the click of the cap, then felt the cold gel as he spread it slowly, his fingers grazing my entrance with a patience that contrasted with the urgency in his eyes.
“Relax for me,” he whispered, kissing my spine as one finger slid in, slow and firm, opening me carefully.
I took a deep breath, my body tense at first, but the pleasure came quickly—a different sensation, a fullness that made me moan against the sheets.
“That’s it, love,” he murmured, adding a second finger, his movements gentle but deliberate, letting me adjust to the pressure as I rocked back against him, wanting more.
He took his time, his fingers moving in and out, the lube easing each movement, heat rising through my body as I surrendered to that new sensation.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice hoarse with arousal, and I nodded, biting my lip, my body begging for him.
He withdrew his fingers, and I heard the sound of his pants dropping, his hard cock grazing my ass before he positioned himself at my entrance, the hot, thick head pressing against me.
“Go slow,” I asked, my voice trembling, and he kissed my back, murmuring:
“Of course, my love, just for you.” Then he pushed in slowly, the tip entering first, opening me with a pressure that was intense, almost painful, but soon gave way to pleasure as he passed the initial resistance.
I moaned loudly, my hands gripping the sheets, my body adjusting as he went deeper, inch by inch, until he was all the way inside me.
“Fuck, Glória, you’re so tight,” he grunted, his hands gripping my hips as he began to move—careful at first, but soon building strength, the hot, firm rhythm carrying me somewhere new.
I felt everything—his cock filling me, the heat, the friction, the way he dominated me from behind, his hoarse moans mixing with mine.
“Harder,” I begged, lost in the heat, and he obeyed, thrusting with more intensity, his hips slapping against my ass, the sound filling the room, pleasure rising in waves as I arched higher, surrendering completely.
He slid one hand to my clit, rubbing fast, and the orgasm hit like an explosion, my body trembling, my muscles clenching around him as I came, screaming his name.
He came right after, his cock pulsing inside my ass, filling me with hot spurts as he moaned loudly, his body collapsing onto mine, both of us sweaty and breathless. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, kissing my neck as he pulled out slowly, then gathered me into his arms, his warmth enveloping me.
“That was… different,” I managed to say, still trembling, and he laughed softly, pulling me tighter against his chest.
“Different and perfect. I love you,” he replied, his fingers tracing my skin as I smiled, satisfied, knowing we’d explored something new together.
Morning came slowly, sunlight filtering through the curtains. Still drowsy, I turned in bed and found Fernando watching me.
“What is it?” I asked, my voice hoarse with sleep.
“Nothing. I just like seeing you like this.”
I smiled and snuggled against him, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine.
“Now that you’re officially the reelected governor, are you ready for the next big decision?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“What decision?”
“Our wedding. It’s time we set a date.”
The smile he gave me was the most beautiful I’d ever seen.
“Then let’s do it now.”
And so, under the sheets, between kisses and whispered promises, we decided: in just a few months, I would officially become Fernando Serra’s wife.
Leaving my position in the government wasn’t a difficult decision. I already knew that once I became the governor’s wife, my presence on the communications team could be seen as a conflict of interest.
But it wasn’t just that.
I wanted more. More than just being a cog in the machine. I wanted to build something of my own, something that wouldn’t be defined by my husband’s position.
So, in a formal meeting, I announced my departure.
“Glória, are you sure?” my boss asked, surprised.
“I am. But don’t think that means I’m going to disappear. I still want to be present, I still want to contribute. Just in a new way.”
There were emotional goodbyes, tight hugs, and promises of future projects. But when I left that building, I felt an unexpected relief.
I was ready for the next phase of my life.
Ready to be Fernando’s wife.
And, deep down, ready for whatever the future might bring.