Chapter 20
Bianca Ferrucci
I lay there completely naked, feeling his hungry eyes consume every inch of me. His gaze was fixed, as if he were savoring every detail before even touching me. His lips curved into a slow smile as he bit his lower lip, almost as though he were holding himself back.
Without the slightest shame, he let his gaze travel down to my most intimate parts, and heat rushed through my body in a mixture of embarrassment and something I had never felt before. Then he knelt at the foot of the bed, his hands gripping my thighs.
“So perfect…” he murmured, never taking his eyes off me.
With a slow movement, he spread my legs and leaned down to begin kissing them.
His lips moved along the insides of my thighs until they reached the space between my legs.
I didn’t know whether it was torture or pleasure, but the one thing I knew for certain was that I was completely at his mercy. And he knew it.
I felt the impact of his slap against my skin, the sharp sound echoing through the bedroom.
A cry escaped my lips, not from pain, but from the surprise of it.
He gripped my thighs firmly, spreading them even wider, forcing me to expose every part of myself to him.
Before I could react, he positioned himself between them, his presence as dominant as his touch.
One of his hands slowly moved upward, caressing my breasts while his hot, wet tongue touched my most sensitive spot. My body reacted instinctively, desire mixing with embarrassment and making me want to close my legs, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“Ahhh…” The moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. The sensation was intense, raw, completely new, and delicious.
He seemed insatiable, his tongue working skillfully while his fingers pushed inside me, deepening both the pleasure and the torment.
“So fucking good…” he groaned against me, his rough voice vibrating through my body. “You taste incredible.”
My back arched, my entire body tightening as a wave of heat built inside me. I trembled, unable to control my involuntary reactions as he quickened the movements of his tongue, sucking me as though he wanted to consume me.
“That’s it, wife…” he ordered in a rough voice filled with authority. “Come for me.”
And then my body gave in completely. I screamed with pleasure, and he kept going, giving me no chance to escape the intensity of the moment. My body went limp, completely drained.
“We’re going to get along so well, wife.” His voice was a desire-laced whisper as his kisses traveled up my body, and I felt the touch of his lips setting my skin on fire.
He removed his clothes with controlled, unhurried movements, leaving me breathless. His shirt was tossed aside, revealing a sculpted torso that seemed even more intimidating beneath the soft bedroom light. When he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor, I froze, unable to look away.
My face immediately grew hot, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. He was… huge. Bigger than I could have imagined, and it made my stomach twist with nerves, mixed with a strange sensation I didn’t know how to name.
My body tensed instantly, and my eyes flew to his face, hoping he hadn’t noticed my reaction. But of course he had.
“Scared, wife?” he asked with a mocking tone that made me want to disappear.
I couldn’t answer. The words stuck in my throat as I tried to understand how that was going to…
He smiled, a predatory smile that made my heart race even faster. Slowly, he leaned over me, bracing his hands beside my body and moving close enough that his warm breath brushed my skin.
“Relax, Bianca,” he murmured. “You can take it. I’ll take care of it.”
My body reacted instinctively, a shiver running down my spine as he moved one hand to my waist, pulling me slightly closer to align our bodies.
“But it’s going to hurt, isn’t it?” The words finally came out, my voice trembling despite my effort to sound calm.
He didn’t laugh, but the arrogant smile remained. His eyes locked onto mine.
“Maybe a little at first,” he admitted, his hand sliding over my hip. “But trust me, wife. Afterward, you’ll beg for more.”
His words made me hold my breath while my heart pounded loudly enough to echo in my ears.
He positioned himself between my legs again, his firm hands gripping my thighs as though they belonged to him by right. His eyes were fixed on me, hungry and commanding.
“Bianca,” he murmured my name possessively. “I’m going to teach you what it means to be mine.” He paused. “Relax…” he ordered softly, but there was a command in his tone that allowed no refusal.
When he began to enter me, it was slow and deliberate, the pressure sending waves of unfamiliar sensations through my body. My tense, hesitant body tried to adjust.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his hand gripping my chin so our eyes met. “I want to see every reaction while you learn that I’m the only man who will ever touch you like this.”
His voice and his movements were a mixture of control and raw pleasure.
The world seemed to disappear around us, leaving only the sound of our breathing and the moans I could no longer hold back.
He was relentless, yet there was something almost reverent in the way he took me, as if he were marking my body with something that could never be erased.
“That’s it…” he murmured, satisfied as I gave in completely. “Just like that, wife. You were born for this, born to be mine.”
He kept pushing deeper, slowly, without rushing. I drew in a deep breath, trying not to think about the pain I knew was coming.
A sharp ache came with a burning sensation, and I moaned, this time from the discomfort.
“That hurts,” I complained.
He stopped, but only for a moment.
“It always hurts the first time, wife,” he said calmly. “And we’re still at the beginning… I’m not all the way inside yet.”
My eyes widened in alarm, and I instinctively tried to move away, but his hands remained firm around my waist, keeping me in place.
“What?!” My voice almost came out as a scream.
He leaned down to kiss my face, his touch surprisingly gentle in contrast to what I was feeling.
“Easy,” he murmured against my skin. “I don’t want to hurt you, and I’m not going to push all the way in at once.”
To my surprise, he slowed his pace, returning to gentle movements and giving my body time to adjust.
“That’s it…” he whispered again, almost like praise, while his fingers slid over my skin. “You’re so wet, so delicious, so tight.”
He kissed my mouth hungrily, swallowing my moans. I felt a sudden pressure and cried out, and once again he kissed me, sucking on my tongue. My body arched, but he didn’t stop.
“Does it hurt?” he asked without stopping his movements.
“It’s getting better,” I said between moans, my breathing ragged. “That feels good.” He smiled before kissing me again.
He pulled my hair back firmly, exposing my neck as his lips moved quickly down to my breasts. He took them hungrily, biting and sucking without mercy.
His movements became more intense, faster. Every thrust made my body tremble.
“You’re so tight, so perfect,” he murmured against my skin.
My moans mingled with his, even though I tried to muffle them by biting my lip. He gripped my waist firmly, pulling me closer as if he wanted to fuse our bodies together.
“Look at me,” he ordered with authority.
My eyes met his, and the way he looked at me held me captive, leaving me breathless. He didn’t look away, didn’t blink, and I felt as though he were seeing far more than I was ready to reveal.
With one final deep thrust, he threw his head back, a rough groan escaping his lips as his body trembled over mine. I felt his warmth inside me.
He remained still for a few seconds, braced over me while his breathing returned to normal. Then he lifted himself slightly, looking down at me with a satisfied smile.
“Now, wife,” he murmured. “You’re completely mine.”