Epilogue Elena #2
I smile, but it soon turns thin as the texts stare back at me. She’d left for Vegas six months ago, citing a fantastic transfer at her place of work and the opportunity to work on big projects. I couldn’t help but feel something was off.
In the months leading up to her transfer, she’d become really evasive, meeting my questions with a wall of deflection. She replied even more vaguely to my questions about her sick mother, and quickly changed the subject to my love life whenever I probed further.
“I just hope she’s doing okay.” My shoulders sag as I lean my head on Adriano’s chest.
Adriano understands that I’m talking about Annora.
“I’m sure she’ll let you know if anything’s going drastically wrong in her life,” he mutters in my hair, kissing my forehead.
I make a mental note to call her later today and see if I’d get an actual answer for once.
I’m pulled right back into the moment when Adriano slaps my ass. Before I can say anything, he seals my lips with a fierce kiss.
“You’ll pay for making me wait so long,” he groans against my lips. His eyes are already dark, glinting with promises of wild pleasure. The anticipation in my core returns, and I stand on my tiptoes, licking his earlobe as I whisper, “I’d like to pay in kind, please.”
He stares at me for a moment, desire flashing in his eyes. Then he releases a rough growl that buckles my knees. “Best believe I’ll take every cent.”
After making sure that Kristina, now our nanny, is watching Lucia, I let Adriano carry me back to our room.
He gently places me on the bed, as if I’m some kind of fragile china, staring at me with those same lovestruck eyes that make my heart skip a beat. Even after all this time, I can’t get used to the way Adriano looks at me... like I hung the stars in the sky.
“You’re so fucking beautiful...” His gaze travels from my face down my throat and over the swell of my chest. When he looks back up, his eyes are dilated, “...and you drive me fucking insane...”
A huge grin appears on my face when I see the way the pulse on his neck thrashes erratically. The fact that I have the ability to make him lose every bit of self-control makes me feel powerful. My legs wrap around his thighs, pulling him closer until I feel his thick, hard length.
Grinding my hips on him, my voice comes out desperate with need. “You drive me insane, too...”
“Damn it, woman... You’ll be the death of me.”
The last word barely leaves his mouth before it crashes onto mine. I part my lips eagerly as his tongue slides in.
Home! It’s all I can describe when Adriano kisses me. No matter how long we’ve been married, or how many times I’ve felt his lips on mine... every single time feels like the first.
One of his hands finds its way to my hair, angling my head back to deepen the kiss until I’m breathless, while his other hand lifts my nightgown over my head, making my sensitive nipples harden immediately as his fingers rub over them.
My back arches, electricity shooting straight to the pit of my stomach.
Adriano breaks the kiss, replacing his thumb immediately with his mouth. The feeling goes straight to my pussy, and a high-pitched moan escapes from my lips.
When he’s content with my breasts, his tongue moves down my chest, and then slowly further down toward my core.
“Oh… God… Fuck…” I pant. My head hits the pillow as the pressure in my pelvis becomes too much to bear. “Adriano…”
Pushing my panties aside, he just stares for a moment. “Fucking hell... Look at all that juice... You’re so damn wet for your husband.”
Then, he coats his fingers with my wetness, licking them one after the other. “And you taste so fucking divine, my Principessa. Sweet like fucking candy.”
A small whimper slips past my lips while I watch, wishing his mouth were on my pussy instead. No, I wish we were doing this in our special room—the Red Room, as he calls it—but I’ll take this for now.
As if he reads my mind, he teases, “Patience... The main course shouldn’t be rushed.”
I groan, trying to press my thighs together to build friction, but it’s impossible with his body pinning me in place.
“Relax. I’ll give you what you want.”
But I need to cum like right now... and I’m not above begging for release. “Please… I need you inside me now...”
He finally pushes two fingers into me at once, and my muscles clench around them, desperate for more.
“That’s my woman. So fucking greedy for me...” he says proudly, with dark, hooded eyes fixed on my face, drinking in the sight of my total undoing as he fucks me slowly into oblivion with his fingers.
He shoves a third finger into me slowly. It feels like too much, and not nearly enough at the same time. When he pulls his fingers out at once, he presses his soaked thumb against my lips. “Open those pretty lips for me.”
I obey without hesitation, sucking the taste of my arousal off his thumb.
“Good girl… Now, taste yourself,” he mumbles, pushing the second finger into my mouth. “Suck them clean.”
I’m so fucking wet that my juices drip down my thighs. A fresh whimper escapes me, and I squirm beneath him.
He withdraws his fingers. “Words, Principessa. Tell me what you want.” The strain in his voice tells me he’s seconds from breaking apart, himself.
“I want to cum, Adriano,” I gasp. “Please... just make me cum.”
“Oh, how I love it when you beg me. Your wish is my command, Principessa.” He growls as he wraps his other hand around my throat and then drives those three fingers inside me again, moving them skillfully and hitting all the right spots over and over again, until my pleas turn into breathless gasps.
My hips buck violently against his hand, and I convulse around him, but he doesn’t stop. He fucks me through the entire orgasm, his eyes never leaving mine until I’m a limp, shaking mess, gasping for air and drenched in my own wetness.
Adriano releases my throat and pulls his fingers out of me. His veiny, swollen dick presses against my stomach, fueling an insatiable hunger in my body.
Now... it’s my turn to return the pleasure.
“Wait here,” I say, pushing weakly against his chest.
Adriano pulls back, searching my face. “Is everything okay?” The deep, instant concern in his voice makes me smile. I swear, I’m the luckiest woman in the world.
“I want to show you something.”
“Can’t it wait?” He groans playfully. “I’m kinda busy here.” He places a soft kiss on my temple, then brushes his stubble against my cheek.
“You’ll like it.” My voice is tinged with post-orgasmic excitement and anticipation. “Just... give me a minute.”
Earlier this week, I’d gotten an idea to spice up our bedroom escapades even more, and now was the perfect time to execute it.
I slip from the bed and move to the closet, pulling out the surprise and hiding it behind my back as I turn to him.
He looks like he’s about to protest, but instead he sighs and leans back against the bed, watching me with a look of impatience. “Fifty-eight seconds starting now.”
I hurry into the bathroom and slip into the black lace lingerie set I bought from Kiki de Montparnasse.
I felt a bit self-conscious when I saw it on the mannequin, considering the pregnancy weight I gained with Lucia, especially around my hips and stomach, but the sales attendant had been very convincing.
When I step out, Adriano is resting on the bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. I clear my throat, pulling his attention to me.
He sits up slowly, drinking in every inch of my body with his eyes. Goosebumps spread across my skin from the intensity of his gaze.
“Do you like it?” I ask, spinning to give him a full view. It’s unlike anything I’d normally wear, and I force down the creeping fear screaming in my head that I’m not sexy enough.
Adriano shakes his head like he doesn’t trust himself to utter a word. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I know he doesn’t necessarily care about what I wear, but what if he doesn’t find me sexy in it?
“Uh… say something.”
“Forgive me if my cock is straining so hard that I can’t talk. I’m literally dying trying not to cum on myself like a fucking teenager.”
His words make my cheeks flame.
“Come here,” he rasps.
Not yet.
I cross the room, connecting my phone to the speakers. A slow, sultry sound fills the air, and I roll my hips in rhythm. “Let’s dance.”
Adriano exhales loudly, but he lets me have my moment. Our bodies mesh together as we move slowly. His warm hands settle on my waist, and I press back into him, letting the rhythm guide my hips.
His breath turns uneven near my ear. “You’re testing my patience, Principessa,” he murmurs.
“That’s the idea,” I whisper back.
Linking my fingers with his, I pull his hands higher along my ribs, then back down again. The music keeps playing, but neither of us is really dancing anymore. We’re just standing too close, breathing the same air while the tension builds into something unbearable.
“You’re done teasing me,” he growls, lifting me up as he slams his mouth onto mine in a punishing kiss. “I’m going to fuck you senseless against every fucking surface in this room… first this wall, then on the vanity, and then on the bed.”
That didn’t go exactly as I planned, but it still ended with the same result I wanted… Making my husband lose his mind.
“I-I love the sound of it…” I breathe.
In one frantic move, his fingers slide through the straps of my lingerie, pulling with enough force until the fabric snaps.
“You’ve been a very disobedient girl,” he growls.
I don’t wait for him to take the lead. Sinking to my knees, I pull his trousers down and wrap a hand around the base of his thick, engorged cock. Adriano lets out a low groan, and his fingers curl tightly into my hair. I take him into my mouth slowly, licking the precum coating the tip of his cock.
“Ahhhh… Fuck, baby,” he rasps.