Chapter 25
Reagan
Our wedding day was beautiful and perfect.
I wouldn’t have changed a thing. The weather was cooperative.
We got married under a gorgeous gazebo behind the mansion.
The only people who didn’t live at the estate and were in attendance were Tiago and Ryder’s parents, my grandfather, and Thomas, who officiated.
I didn’t need any more. All I cared about was the love I saw in my husband’s eyes every time I looked at him.
He’s staring at me now as I hug his parents and thank them for coming. They are lovely people, and I feel very fortunate to have joined their family.
I don’t have to look over my shoulder to feel my husband’s intense gaze. It’s so powerful it makes me tremble. As soon as our guests drive away, I turn around to prove my point.
My breath hitches, though. All day, he’s had an indulgent look in his eyes. I’ve felt cherished and loved. Adored. Worshipped. But now that everyone has disappeared, his look has become predatory. He’s tugging on his tie and stalking toward me.
I take a step back because I’m suddenly nervous. I’ve begged this man to have sex with me. He wouldn’t touch the inside of me until tonight. I’m going to have sex. And I’m feeling a bit panicked about it.
We’re on the front porch, and Tiago reaches out to pull me into his arms. “Have I told you how gorgeous you are today?” he asks as he starts swaying with me. We’re dancing, but there’s no music. It’s very nice.
“Only about a dozen times.”
He kisses behind my ear. “Stunning. This dress is fucking scandalous.”
I giggle. I knew he would think so when I chose it.
That’s why I chose it. He would never let me wear something like this beyond the gates of the estate, but I didn’t figure he would freak out too much since no one in attendance would be hitting on me.
The only single man was Dallas, and I’m pretty sure he’s spent every afternoon this week at the library.
I’m equally certain he doesn’t need that much time to research the town maps.
Tiago trails a finger down my back. It’s bare to right above my butt, and Tiago dips his finger under the edge of satin so he can tease my crack. He tips me back next and kisses a trail down the extremely low V of the halter neckline.
My breasts are average, so I was able to get away with not wearing a bra. When I tried this dress on at the boutique earlier in the week, I knew the owner, Willow, had picked the perfect dress for me. She’s a gem.
“So fucking sexy,” he growls against my cleavage. “And you’re never wearing it again.”
I giggle again because I totally expected him to say that.
“It’s not just that it’s too revealing. I’ve wanted to tear it off you all day from the moment you joined me under the gazebo. My cock has been hard that long.”
I grin. “Your cock has been hard since you walked into the bakery and first saw me.”
“True.” He flicks his tongue under the V, almost reaching my nipple. “I won’t have to worry about you wearing it again anyway.”
This ought to be good. “Why’s that?”
“It won’t fit after tonight,” he teases.
I roll my eyes. “Tiago…”
He swoops down and sweeps me off my feet. Cradling me in his arms, he carries me into the house and up the ornate front stairs to the second floor. We hardly ever use the front stairs. I feel very regal wearing this dress as he climbs them tonight.
He’s damn handsome, and I love that he’s so strong and so much larger than me that he can carry me up the stairs. By his logic, that won’t last long, either.
My fine husband is wearing an expensive black three-piece suit. He wore his hair in a bun during the ceremony, but I tugged the band out of it a while ago because I love how it looks when it hangs in dark curls around his shoulders.
He’s not even winded from carrying me up the stairs, and I giggle as he enters our room and kicks the door shut.
Dallas, Ryder, and Claire went into town to eat at a restaurant with Ryder and Tiago’s parents, making themselves scarce.
They promised not to return too early. I appreciate the gesture because I don’t have to worry about someone hearing us now.
Hearing me . I don’t want to fret about the noises we make tonight. At least, not for round one.
I’m so focused on my husband’s face that I don’t look around until he nods toward the room. I gasp as I see it’s filled with candles and rose petals. “How did you do this?”
“Ryder and Dallas did it for me before they took off.”
I hug his neck tighter. “You really do think of everything.”
He kisses my ear. “Right now, I’m only thinking of getting this indecent dress off you so I can lick every inch of your body.” He lowers me to the floor, letting me slide down his body so closely that his blatantly obvious erection glides up my stomach.
My husband kneels in front of me and slowly removes my heels before easing his palms up my bare legs, pushing the long satin dress up my body. The only reason he can do so is because there is a slit all the way up one side.
He looks up at me, still on his knees, smiling. “I’m the luckiest man on Earth, Mrs. Wilde.”
I grab his shoulders to keep from swaying. “I’m feeling pretty damn lucky myself, Mr. Wilde.”
When his fingers reach my hips, his eyes shoot open wide. “No panties?”
I smile and shrug. “The dress was too tight. Everyone would have seen panty lines.”
He growls in the way he so often does, stands, and spins me around in a full circle. “How do I get this dress off you?”
I reach up and unfasten the button of the halter straps at the back of my neck. It’s the only thing holding the dress up. The entire satin dress falls to the floor in a pool at my feet, leaving me naked.
Tiago’s breathing increases as he takes a step back and lets his gaze slowly drag up my body. He’s seen me naked many times, but tonight… His brown eyes are darker than usual, like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.
He keeps his intense gaze on me while he slowly strips. It’s maddening how long it takes him to remove all that clothing, but I manage to stand tall for him. I even clasp my hands behind my back while I wait, which pulls my shoulders back and pushes my chest higher.
The last thing he removes is his briefs, and I suck in a breath and hold it when he finally reveals himself to me. This man has ravaged my naked body with his mouth many times, but I have not seen him fully naked until now.
He wraps his hand around his erection and eases it up and down his shaft as he comes toward me.
I’m shaking. Goosebumps rise all over my body as I lick my lips.
Tiago rounds behind me, gently pries my hands apart so they fall to my sides, and slides his arms around my middle. His cock presses against my lower back. His lips come to my neck. “Don’t be nervous, baby,” he whispers. “We’ll take this slow. I’ll do my best not to hurt you.”
“You can’t avoid that part. Have you seen yourself lately?”
He doesn’t laugh. He just continues kissing my shoulder and neck.
“I will help you relax with multiple orgasms and then stretch out your pussy with my fingers. It’s still going to be tight, baby, and yes it will likely hurt for a minute, but only the first time.
Your body will adjust to mine. Your pussy will feel like home to my cock.
After tonight, you will climb me like a monkey every time we’re in the same room. ”
I laugh. “So cocky.”
“Confident.”
“You’re that good, huh? How many women have confirmed that?” As soon as those words leave my mouth, I gasp. “Don’t answer that. I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.”
“It’s okay, baby. No women have experienced anything close to what you will because I wasn’t in love with them.
Anything before you was just meaningless sex.
We’re going to make fireworks.” He slides a hand from my belly to my breast, strokes the delicate skin with his fingers, and finally thrums the pad of his thumb over my nipple.
I rise onto my toes, already moaning and desperate. If he keeps touching me like this, I won’t have a chance to panic. He scrambles my brain.
I moan when his other hand slides down to cup my pussy.
The skin is extremely sensitive because my husband shaved it yesterday.
He wanted it bare tonight. He splayed me out on the bed, made me hold my legs open, and took his time removing every single hair while he told me how he was going to run his cheek over my naked folds on our wedding night.
Tiago has a way of making me dizzy with his words. His fingers gently glide over my lower lips. “So soft… I can’t wait to suck your clit and rub my face against this smooth skin.”
I whimper, partly from his words, partly because his fingers find and lightly touch my clit. It’s not enough, but he knows that. He loves teasing me. He is not going to be rushed. It would be futile for me to beg.
“You will come on my fingers, baby. I won’t fuck your sweet cunt until you’re sated and dizzy.”
I tremble. I want what he’s offering.
“First, I’m going to push one and then two fingers into your tight cunt and scissor them to stretch you out.
It will still be tight. You’re going to strangle my cock with your pussy, but you’ll adjust. Your body will be my home.
I will thrust in and out of you until I can’t hold back any longer, and then I will fill you with my come. ”
I moan. His words… I’m dying of lust.
He nibbles on my ear, swaying us slightly back and forth. “Every time I fuck you for the next few weeks, I will keep my cock buried in your tight warmth so that my come cannot escape.”
My stomach flips at his promise, and my whimper is loud in the room. He’s so dirty. Filthy. He makes me want to get pregnant because he makes it so sexy.
His hand slides up from my breast to my neck where he spreads his fingers, forcing my head to lean back against his shoulder. “You want that, don’t you, baby? You want me to fill you up with my come and plug you deeply so it doesn’t run out, don’t you, baby?”