Chapter Three
At the start of this engagement, Massimo had intended for his wedding night to be fake. He was not going to put Adelina through the pain of losing her virginity.
Only, they had gotten to their wedding night, and seeing her in her gown, being near her, smelling that hint of vanilla mixed with cinnamon, was a tempting combination.
She made him ache so damn bad. He’d been wanting her since the moment he turned at the church and saw her walking down the aisle toward him.
To him, Adelina had looked absolutely stunning. He’d been drawn to her throughout the ceremony, and even at the after-party. Dancing with her had been a dream. She fit against him as if she was always supposed to be there. Absolutely breathtaking.
And now, as the door closed behind them for their wedding night, he had seen the looks from some of the women. He’d even seen Lily-Mae talking to his wife earlier, and he had sensed her withdrawal, and it pissed him the fuck off.
Staring across the room at her, with the door now locked, he released his jacket and cleared his throat.
“If you don’t want to ... I understand,” Adelina said.
He looked at her, and then with purpose he closed the distance between them so he was right in front of her, and she had no way of escaping.
“You understand?” he asked.
“I mean, I get it, if you want to, you know, not ... do what needs to be done.”
He reached out and stroked a curl back behind her ear. “I don’t know who has gotten into your head, but unless you don’t want my touch, Adelina, I have every intention of consummating this marriage tonight.”
He was not going to allow room for doubt from anyone. Adelina would leave this room his bride, and that was all he had to say about it.
Stroking some of her hair back behind her ear, he stared into her eyes and cupped her cheeks.
At the church, he had been so tempted to ravish her mouth, but he’d seen the slight panic in her eyes and held back for her.
Now, he didn’t need to hold back. He could do whatever the hell he wanted, and right now, he desperately wanted to kiss her.
He touched his lips to hers, tentative at first, and then he deepened the kiss, sinking his fingers into her bound hair. He removed the few clips that had pulled her hair back. Massimo was already addicted to this woman, and he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
With his other hand, he rounded her back, gliding down, going toward the curve of her ass. He pulled her in close so she would be able to feel exactly what she did to him. There was no holding back for him. He was hard as fucking rock.
“I think it’s time for us to wash away the day,” he said.
He took her hand and led her into the bathroom.
If he tore off her clothes and just took her, he feared he might make her terrified of sex.
That was not what he wanted. He had a sneaking suspicion that one time with Adelina would never be enough.
He was already addicted to the feel of her lips against his.
Once inside the bathroom, he turned on the shower and gave it a chance to warm up. Then, he turned his attention to Adelina, and holding her shoulders, he turned her away from him as he started to work the dress open.
The back had a combination of buttons and zips, but it was not a maze.
Within seconds, he had loosened the bodice and peeled it off her body, allowing it to fall to her waist. The bra she wore was pristine white.
The straps seemed to be made of lace. He wanted so badly to tear the lacy white bra from her chest, but instead he pushed the dress past her hips, allowing it to fall to the ground.
She kicked off her shoes, and then he turned her to look at him.
He felt his cock pulse in his pants. He was hard as fucking rock.
Adelina was all curves. To some, she might be overweight, but to him, she was perfect.
He was not going to be afraid to hurt her or crush her.
Adelina was going to be able to take him. All of him.
She now only wore the bra and matching panties, and he couldn’t help but take a step back and admire her beauty. She looked stunning. And he just couldn’t resist running his hands all over her body, feeling every curve, relishing every touch.
She was not attempting to undress him, so he took care of his own clothes. He removed his jacket, his shirt, followed by his shoes and trousers. With them gone, all that remained were his boxer briefs, and he stepped into the now-warmed shower.
Pulling her along with him, he pressed her beneath the water, and she titled her head back.
Her eyes closed and he looked his fill. He felt like a greedy man.
Her breasts were so heavy, and with her head tilted back, it was like she was offering them up to him, and all he wanted to do was take those perky, plump tits.
He leaned down, and he knew he startled her as he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked it between his teeth.
She let out a cry. He growled against her body.
His hunger firing his need, taking over. There was no control.
Within seconds, he had the bra off, followed by her panties, and he ran his hands all over her. Letting go of her tit, he kissed up her chest, and then took her mouth under his. She whimpered, and he swallowed down the noise.
He was not going to take her in the shower, but tasting her, feeling her, was not enough, and he knew he needed more.
Reaching for the soap, he lathered up his hands, and for now, they were going to be used as a sponge.
He pulled her away from the water, and then started to soap her body, getting her nice and lathered up.
She whimpered. And he ran his hands all over her.
Washing her body, he even pressed his hand between her closed thighs and touched her pussy. He didn’t push there, but there was going to be time for that later.
Once he had every part of her clean, he got to work on the shampoo, followed by the conditioner. He handed her the soap, and it was then her turn to clean him.
At first, she looked nervous. She had never had a sexual encounter before. He didn’t mind that at all. It meant she was all his, and he loved that.
Holding her hand between his own, he lathered up her hands, getting them coated in the soap. Then he worked them together, before placing them on his body. He showed her what to do, giving her free reign.
At first, her touch was nervous. He was not angry about that. It was going to take time to get her accustomed to touching him. He intended to enjoy every moment. He would teach Adelina exactly what he liked. No holding back.
He watched, feeling his arousal begin to burst as she crouched down in front of him, gripped the edge of his boxer briefs, and started to pull them down. The moment they hit the tiled floor, he kicked them to the side, moving them out of his way, and allowing Adelina to touch him.
He didn’t want her to be nervous.
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After washing him in the shower, Adelina had hoped her nerves would fade. Only, they hadn’t. After he dried her and she reciprocated with the towel, drying him off as well, she felt more nervous as they moved into the bedroom.
Massimo wrapped his arms around her, and she let out a gasp as he swung her to the bed and placed her against the silk covers. He leaned over and kissed her.
At first, she kept her hands by her sides. She had read books and seen movies, but they had all been about passionate embraces, and she didn’t know for sure if she could ... do that. If it was even possible to do that.
“Touch me, Adelina,” he said.
It was a direct command, and there was no way she wasn’t going to follow that through. This was what he wanted.
She put her hands on his sides. That was a safe place to touch, and she looked to see if she was annoying him, but he smiled down at her and then took possession of her lips.
At the church it had been a small kiss. It had made her toes curl, but even still, it had been a tentative kiss, nothing like the kisses he was giving her now.
This was magical. Actually, it was more of a dream come true, and she didn’t want it to stop.
He growled against her neck, pressing his face to her pulse that made her ache for more. Massimo didn’t stay there, though, he started to travel down her body, kissing her as he went.
When he got to her tits, she cried out as he took one bud into his mouth, and the pleasure shot straight between her thighs. She attempted to close her legs, but Massimo was between them and there was no way to stop it. The pleasure was starting to build up.
He let go of one nipple and began to kiss between the valley of her tits, and then went to the other one, attending to that nipple as well.
She expected him to stop there and consummate the marriage, only he wasn’t done.
He started to kiss down her stomach. Adelina didn’t know where he was going, what he was doing, and then she felt his hands on her pussy.
The lips spreading, and just as she was about to ask him what he was doing, he told her with his actions as he flicked his tongue right across her clit.
The pleasure was instantaneous. She had thought his touch in the shower was amazing, but that was nothing compared to how it felt having his mouth touch her.
It set her on fire. She struggled to think as his tongue flicked back and forth, working in a circle, building her to a fever pitch that made it impossible for her to think. She was complete putty in his hands.
There was nothing she could do but give herself to his mouth, and that is exactly what she did.
When he took her clit into his mouth and used his teeth, she didn’t think she was going to be able to stand it much longer, but he had other ideas.
Massimo knew exactly what he was doing and how to do it to prolong the pleasure.
The pleasure had started to build, and there was no pulling away from it.
She cried out and he kept going. She felt herself building to something, and nothing had ever felt this amazing before.
Adelina wanted to ask what happening, but then it made her fly right over the edge, and it was the most amazing feeling she had ever experienced.
It lasted a few seconds, perhaps even longer, she wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter.
All that mattered was that she didn’t want it to end.
She trusted Massimo as he took her over the edge again and again, and only when he was ready did he bring her down, and this time he moved between her thighs.
“It will always be that way between us,” he said. “First, Adelina, I am so sorry, baby, I don’t want this to hurt, but it will.”
She felt him move with purpose between her thighs, and the hard ridge of his cock pressed toward her core.
This was it—the consummation, their marriage being legally bound.
She would be tied to Massimo forever. She didn’t know if she should offer him the chance to leave if that was what he wanted. Only, words failed her.
Her body was still on cloud nine and there was no way it was coming down. Pleasure was in control.
She looked into his deep blue eyes, and she just felt lost. Massimo didn’t know this.
No one knew this, but she had been in love with this man for quite some time.
It hadn’t been instant. No, when they first started to speak, she was a little afraid of him, but she had fought that fear because she liked him.
He was blunt and to the point, and he didn’t treat her like a pain in the ass.
The only reason she looked forward to those stupid parties was for the chance to see him again.
Now, he was her husband. She had married the love of her life, and he didn’t even know how she felt.
Adelina was not going to tell him. It was on the tip of her tongue, but after what Lily-Mae had said, she was not going to pour her heart and soul out on her wedding day.
Especially if he had only taken pity on her.
She didn’t turn away, determined to keep looking into his eyes as they officially became man and wife.
Only, the pain took her breath away, and was not what she expected.