12. Polina
Polina
The house is quiet when we return.
"Are you hungry?" Dante asks.
I shake my head. Food is the last thing on my mind right now.
"I want..." My voice comes out breathless. "I want you to touch me. To f-fu…” Oh, god, I can’t even say fuck aloud. “Uh…I want to have sex.”
His jaw tightens. "Baby, you don't have to—"
"You said I’d have to tell you clearly that it’s what I want.” I step closer, my hands finding his chest. “It’s what I want. I want you to take my virginity.”
"Fuck." The word comes out in a groan. He rolls his head back and closes his eyes for a moment.
“Are you sure?" he asks.
I nod, and suddenly I'm being lifted. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he carries me up the stairs, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that's hot and needy and hungry.
He kicks open the door to his bedroom—our bedroom now—and sets me on my feet beside the massive bed.
Dante steps back. His eyes rake over me. "I need you to tell me what you want. Out loud. Every step."
My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat. "What do you want me to say?"
"Tell me what you want." His voice drops lower. "Be specific."
Heat floods my face, my neck, between my thighs. "I want...I want you to undress me."
"Good girl." He moves behind me, his fingers finding the zipper of my dress. "Keep talking."
The zipper slides down with agonizing slowness, and cool air hits my exposed skin.
"I want..." I'm trembling now. "I want to feel your hands on me."
"Where?" The dress pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but white lace panties and a strapless bra. "Here?" His palms skim up my sides, and I gasp. "Or here?" One hand cups my breast through the lace, his thumb brushing over my nipple until it pebbles.
"Yes," I whimper. "Both. Everywhere."
He turns me to face him, and the look in his eyes steals my breath.
Raw hunger. Barely leashed control. And something—something that looks almost like reverence.
"You're so fucking beautiful." His hands tremble slightly as he reaches for the clasp of my bra. "I've been dying to see these perfect tits."
The bra falls away, and his sharp inhale makes me feel powerful.
"Touch yourself," he commands. "Show me how you want to be touched."
My hands lift to my breasts, cupping them, and his eyes go molten.
"Squeeze your nipples for me, baby. Let me see."
I do, rolling the sensitive peaks between my fingers, and a moan escapes my lips.
"That's it. Does that feel good?"
"Yes." The word comes out breathy, desperate.
"Now tell me what else you want."
I meet his eyes, my entire body aching with need. "I want you inside me."
"Fuck." He strips off his jacket, his tie, his shirt—each movement controlled despite the hunger blazing in his eyes. "On the bed. Now."
I scramble onto the mattress, and he follows, looming over me.
His mouth finds my neck, sucking and biting, marking me. "Mine," he growls against my skin. "My wife. My perfect little virgin."
His hands hook into my panties, dragging them down my legs, and then I'm completely naked.
He sits back on his heels, looking at me like I'm art. Like I'm treasure.
"Spread your legs."
I do, my face burning, and his eyes go dark.
"Gorgeous." One finger traces through my folds, and I arch off the bed. "So wet already. Is this all for me?"
"Yes. Only you."
"Damn right." He circles my clit with his thumb, and stars explode behind my eyes. "You're going to come on my fingers first. Then my tongue. Then my cock. Understand?"
I nod frantically, already so close to shattering.
"Use your words, baby."
"Yes. Yes, I understand. Please—"
He slides one thick finger inside me, and I cry out.
"So tight." Another finger joins the first, stretching me. "Fuck, you're strangling my fingers. How are you going to take my cock?"
"I don't know," I sob. "But I want to. Please, Dante."
"That's my good girl." His thumb presses down on my clit while his fingers curl inside me and hit a perfect spot. "Come for me. Let me feel this sweet pussy squeeze."
The climax slams into me on command. I scream his name. My back bows off the bed, and he works me through it, prolonging the pleasure until I'm shaking.
"Beautiful." He withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean. "You taste like heaven."
I'm still trembling when he lowers his head between my thighs.
"Wait." I reach for him. "What are you—oh god—"
His tongue licks between my legs, hot and wet and obscene, and I nearly levitate off the mattress.
"Relax, baby. Let me worship this perfect cunt."
He devours me. There's no other word for it. He licks and sucks and nibbles until I'm writhing, my fingers buried in his hair, tears streaming down my face from the overwhelming sensation.
When his tongue pushes inside me, I come again—harder this time, my thighs clamping around his head.
He doesn't stop until I'm boneless and gasping.
"Please," I beg.
“Please, what? Tell me what you want.”
“You. I need you. All of you. Inside me.”
He strips off his pants, and my eyes widen at the sight of him.
He's huge. Thick and long and already glistening at the tip.
"Scared?" he asks, crawling over me.
"A little," I admit.
"We have all the time in the world. We can stop whenever you want."
"No." I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "I don't want to wait. I want you now."
His eyes close briefly, like I've undone him. "You're going to be the death of me."
He positions himself at my entrance, and I feel the broad head pressing against me.
"Breathe, baby. This might hurt at first."
He pushes forward slowly, and I feel a stretch—a burn—
"Fuck, you're tight." Sweat beads on his forehead. "You okay?"
The sting fades to a dull ache, then to something else entirely. Fullness. Pleasure.
"Keep going,” I tell him.
He sinks deeper, inch by inch, until he's fully seated inside me.
We stay like that for a moment, both of us panting.
"You feel," he whispers against my lips, kissing me gently, “like you were made for me."
Then he starts to move.
Slowly at first. Letting my body adjust to the intrusion.
But I don't want slow. I want him to unleash everything.
"Harder," I demand. "Please, Dante. I need—"
"I know what you need." His hips snap forward, driving deep, and I scream. "You need your husband's cock. You need to be filled and fucked and claimed."
"Yes!"
"This tight little pussy is mine now. No one else will ever touch you. No one else will ever see you like this." He punctuates each word with a brutal thrust. "Only me."
"Only you," I gasp.
His hand slides between us, finding my clit, and the combination of his cock stretching me and his fingers working that bundle of nerves sends me spiraling.
"Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you squeeze the life out of me."
His words send me over the edge. My entire body convulses, clenching around him, and he roars, his hips pistoning as he finds his own release.
I feel him pulse inside me, filling me with warm jets of semen, marking me as his.
When the waves finally subside, he collapses beside me, pulling me against his chest.
We're both slick with sweat, breathing hard, hearts racing.
"Today is the happiest day of my life," I whisper against his skin.
He rolls me onto my back, his eyes blazing, as he leans over me. "Today is the happiest day of my life too.”
A raw vulnerability flashes across his face. It lasts for just a brief second, then it’s gone, and he holds me in his arms.
I'm so happy to have a husband. I love him so much.
But as sleep pulls me under, one thought whispers through my mind.
This marriage is transactional to him.
Will he—can he—ever love me back?