Chapter Twenty-Five
Gualtiero
Irub the back of Ella’s thighs and ass, warming her skin. I’m glad she’s wearing a G-string; it gives me all the access I need.
Unfortunately, it also showcases her delectable cheeks, and my cock twitches beneath her.
Focus.
It’s useless. My hand slips between her legs to cup her, my thumb circling that sensitive bundle of nerves. It swells beneath my touch, even with the scrap of lace between us.
Since she fell pregnant, it takes almost no effort to bring her close. I enjoy dragging her right to the edge and holding her there, suspended.
It drives her wild.
Her hips rock, chasing friction. I don’t give it to her. I keep toying with her… and myself. Because at this point, I’m aching to bury myself deep inside her. Her needy sounds only make it worse. All I want is to throw her onto the bed and take her apart.
But I rein it in. Years of training keep me in control.
When her muscles tense, I know she’s close. She won’t beg, though. She knows I won’t let her come… yet.
I ease off the pressure on her clit, and a frustrated groan spills from her lips.
Chuckling, I lean over her.
“So, my beloved wife, who I treasure more than anything in the world. What did you do to earn a place over my knees?”
She giggles, squirming in my lap. I shift her slightly lower, making sure my hard length doesn’t press against her belly.
“Umm… nothing,” she says, trying to hold back her laughter.
I start with light swats, turning her skin a soft shade of pink.
“Try again,” I say.
My hand comes down harder on her left cheek, and a moan escapes her.
Good. She likes this.
“I’m waiting,” I add, landing another swat on the other side.
“Umm… I secured us a legitimate start to our marriage. If anything, I deserve your thanks for braving the snow and ice.”
I keep the rhythm steady, covering every inch.
“Going out after the storm was reckless,” I say. “You were meant to stay at the cottage, where you’re safe.”
“I was safe,” she argues. “And I did listen to you. Rhia was mushing the sled and—”
“Thank you for bringing that up, angel,” I cut in. “Who was driving the sled to the ceremony tonight?”
She giggles again. “It’s my wedding day. Rhia couldn’t have all the fun.”
I land a few firmer swats, and she kicks her legs. I grip her hair, tilting her head back as I lean over her until our eyes meet.
“Anything could have happened to you. You have no experience as a musher yet.”
I can tell she has a retort ready, but I cut her off with another slap to her ass. She moans, and I feel her slick heat against my leg.
“Nothing happened, though. And thanks to my mission, our marriage is off to a good start.”
I can’t argue with that. It also saved me from contacting a hacker, which could have jeopardized our cover.
I lift her off my lap and turn her so she’s straddling me.
“Don’t risk your or Peanut’s well-being like that again. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you. I’m meant to protect you. Keep you safe.”
Nuzzling her neck, I will her to understand.
“I don’t want to control you, angel…”
At her raised eyebrow, I exhale. “All right, I do want a say in your life. A big one. But you have one in mine too.
“I’m your husband. I take that seriously. It might be old-fashioned, but I want to take care of you, protect you, and provide everything you need.”
She softens in my arms, then cups my face, brushing our noses together.
“It’s one of the many things I love about you,” she whispers before kissing me.
Heat surges through me as her tongue meets mine, setting every nerve on edge.
I rise with her in my arms and carry her to the other end of the bed, lowering her onto the rose-petal-covered blanket.
Straightening, I take her in. Stretched out, waiting, ready for my taking.
God, she’s a sight.
Her chest rises and falls against the delicate lace, her gaze roaming over me just as hungrily.
Without looking away, I push my boxers down and let them fall. My cock now holds my bride’s full attention.
She licks her lips and props herself up on her elbows. I move over her, her scent wrapping around me, thick with arousal. It makes my head spin.
A war rages inside me. I want to lose control, take her hard, but also slow down and savor every inch of her, making sweet and tender love.
I’ll just have both.
But first, I take my time.
I kiss behind her ear, nipping at her neck as my hands glide over her shoulders and down her arms. Her skin is soft beneath my touch, the faint scent of lavender clinging to her.
“You know, in this white lace, you look like a virgin offering,” I murmur as my hands find her breasts.
A darker thought follows, sharper than I expect.
“You have no idea how much I wish I’d been your first, to have been the only man to touch you and be inside you.”
The intensity of it catches even me off guard. The idea of anyone else touching her, knowing her, makes something violent stir beneath my skin.
“You’ll be the only one from now on,” she breathes, her voice soft but certain as she arches into me.
I push down the cup on her bra and take her nipple into my mouth. My hands sneak around her back to unclasp the irritating piece of lingerie.
“Damn right,” I murmur, my voice low and controlled. “This perfect pussy is mine and mine alone.”
That thought placates the caveman inside me.
“And one day soon, after our baby is born, I will claim the last virginity you have to give.”
I rim the entrance of her ass with my finger, the skin there still warm from her spanking. A shiver runs through her.
“Will you give it to me?” I ask, my voice raw.
Her gaze locks onto mine.
“It’s yours… husband.”
That one word snaps whatever restraint I have left.
I surge up her body and take her mouth, the kiss stripping away any pretense of control. There’s no patience left in it, only need.
Time blurs. It stretches and folds in on itself until nothing exists beyond her and the way she fits against me.
Only when I’ve had my fill of her lips do I move on, trailing my mouth down her neck and over her collarbone, licking the hollow at the base of her throat.
She whimpers, her hands roaming my back and pulling me closer, my muscles twitching beneath her touch.
Her nipples are so hard, they’re pressing against my skin, and I take the hard bud into my mouth, gently biting it.
She watches me with heavy-lidded eyes as I move across to her other breast, kissing her soft flesh before letting my tongue circle her peak. When I suck it into my mouth, she cries out.
Her reactions ripple through me, every sound, every shift of her body feeding the fire already burning low and hot in my gut.
Still, I take my time.
I want to remember this. Every inch of her. Every response.
My cock is throbbing, but I ignore it. I want to worship my goddess all night long.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her, the words rough, stripped of anything but truth.
My hands move lower, slower now, until they settle over the gentle curve of her stomach.
I still for a moment. Wait until her eyes meet mine.
“Look at you,” I murmur. “Carrying our child. Glowing like this.”
She stares up at me, something deeper than desire in her gaze.
“You’ve never been more beautiful to me. You take my breath away every single day.”
Her eyes sparkle, her body softening beneath my hands.
“I’m proud to be your husband. Proud that you’re mine.”
The smile she gives me grounds and unravels me at the same time.
“I’m proud too… to be your wife,” she murmurs, pulling me down to her lips, sealing that truth.
Ella moans as I press my pelvis more firmly into her.
“Stop teasing me,” she breathes. “I need you… husband. Or do you not plan to consummate this marriage?”
A low sound rumbles from my chest. “Keep taunting me and you’ll end up over my knee again.”
“That’s not a deterrent,” she laughs, and I reach to tweak her nipple.
“Tiero,” she cries in outrage.
I answer by dragging my mouth over every inch of her, taking my time, letting the anticipation build again until she trembles beneath me.
When I reach her lips, I pause just long enough to meet her gaze.
“Ready to consummate our marriage, Mrs. De Marco?”
“God… yes,” she whispers. “So ready.”
I let my hands wander to her G-string and, not wanting to lift my body off hers, rip it off.
Positioning myself between her legs, I rub my hard length against her clit while ravishing her mouth. I kiss her like it’s the first and the last time.
I’m on fire from head to toe, and judging by Ella’s frustrated sounds, so is she.
“Mine,” I rasp, the word torn from somewhere deep as I finally take what I’ve been holding back from.
I thrust into her in one smooth, determined, and desperate stroke.
“Tiero!”
Ella’s scream can probably be heard a mile away, and I love the idea of everyone knowing she belongs to only me. If only there were people around to hear.
She envelops me like a glove, her heat making me almost lose control. She quivers and flutters around me as I drive in and out of her.
Linking our fingers together, I press the back of her hands into the pillow beside her head, taking complete control of her.
She surrenders willingly, kissing my chest, my shoulders, and up my neck, breathing me in.
“I don’t know where you end and I begin,” I breathe against her skin, the words barely holding together. “Only that I never want to exist without you again.”
Ella’s legs tighten around my waist as I slide into her deeper. Heat spreads through my whole body as hers begins to shake. We rock together, climbing to new heights.
“I love you,” she gasps as she falls over the edge.
Her walls clamp down on me, while tingling and fire race up my spine.
“Ella,” I groan into her neck as I slam into her one last time and let go.
Fireworks explode behind my eyelids as I release into her pulsing core, marking her irrefutably as my wife.
A profound sense of euphoria consumes me. I let it, never wanting to come down.
I’m breathless, spent, and never felt happier.
Still inside her, keeping us connected in the most intimate way, I roll us so my angel rests on top of me. She tucks her head into the crook of my neck, and we lie in comfortable silence, our breathing slowly returning to normal.
Ella traces lazy circles over my biceps and sighs contentedly.
What a day it’s been… or yesterday, to be more precise.
We woke up not knowing what our wedding would look like or how it would unfold, only for it to turn into something completely unexpected.
Nothing like I imagined. And somehow even better.
To think I didn’t even know she existed six months ago.
Everything changed the moment our eyes met. My heart warms at the memory, and my body hums with the relief of having found her. That day she saved me in more ways than one.
She presses a soft kiss to my skin and lifts her head to look at me.
When she catches my expression, she asks quietly, “What are you thinking about?”
“The day we met,” I tell her, the smile clear in my voice.
She huffs out a soft laugh. “What a day that was. You turned my entire world upside down.”
I chuckle. “It was the same for me. Everything shifted. From that first moment on, you’ve been in every thought I have. My heart beats only for you.
“Those weeks without you…” I exhale slowly. “They nearly tore me apart. Let’s not do that again.”
“Never,” she whispers, her eyes glistening.
“We have been through so much, overcome the odds of being together,” I continue, quieter now.
“We had misunderstandings and miscommunications, but we learned from them. No doubt, we’ll have arguments here and there, but I know we’re always going to work things out.”
I brush my thumb along her jaw.
“Because what we have is precious. It’s worth everything.”
I kiss her, slower this time, letting it linger.
Desire stirs again between us. I’m ready to have her once more. But first, I need a taste of her.
I shift, slipping from her before heading to the bathroom. I return a moment later with a warm cloth and gently wipe her skin. Throwing it to the side, I drop to my knees at the end of the bed and pull her body to the edge of the mattress.
My gaze stays locked on hers as I press slow kisses along her inner thighs, watching as lust ripples over her face and her pupils dilate.
“You know,” I murmur, “I’ve never been on my knees for anyone but you.”
I pause, letting that settle.
“And I never will. You’re the only one I’ll kneel for.”
Her breath stutters as I nuzzle into her heat, inhaling her essence. She closes her eyes, moaning loudly, before her brilliant blue eyes meet mine again.
“You were it for me the moment I looked into your eyes,” I add softly. “Like everything snapped into place.”
I lean closer, my voice dropping.
“It’s you and me now. Always and forever.”
The End