The sight of it all. The pair of us joining together for the first time. Drops of red cover him, dripping down on the sheet below us as my cheeks burn as my virginity is given to him.
Evidence of it falling on the sheets of our bed to be shown at the wedding brunch tomorrow.
Old traditions with new lovers.
Dante’s fingers slide to my front, soft circles on my clit make me gasp out, eyes fluttering for a second before I meet his gaze in the mirror.
It’s intense, watching him behind me, the way his face looks tormented with pleasure as he moves inside of me, looking like this is his heaven that I am his salvation. My breasts are bouncing as he bends to fit himself between my legs. Kissing me as my hands slid back around his neck, using him like an anchor as we took our pleasure from each other.
“I love you.” I pant, looking a from the mirror and to my husband, “I love you, Dante.”
I’m so close to coming. I can feel the way my pussy is squeezing him but there is fear in the orgasm that Dante senses as he kisses me, slowly. He hasn’t lost control yet. I can feel his restraint as he pushes into me. The sound of our bodies together, a little more frantic as I swallow around our kiss and push back.
“Jesus Christ, mia moglie. You’re going to make me cum before you. I need to feel you fluttering around me. Please.”
Dante lets me look at him, our eyes on each other as he holds me and I shiver, ready to give him everything.
His thumb strokes my clit and I cry out for him, pushing up so my lips hit his as he lowers us to our knees, pushing into me from behind as my head lays against the mirror we had been staring in, coming undone on his cock as I cry his name.
“Yes, yes. Just like that. Ilaria.”
My name on his lips sounds like a fevered prayer as he comes inside of me. Wet warmth make my eyes widen, cheeks flushed from the heat of him filling me.
The way he rocks through the aftershocks of his orgasm, kissing my shoulder blades as he mutters soft promises of love and safety against them.
When he slides out of me there is a rush between my legs that the sheets catch. A mix of our orgasms and my purity staining the sheets in a wet mess that men can have pride over.
Dante stands, picking up as he carries me into our bathroom and wetting a washcloth. He strokes it between my legs, washing away the mess of cum and blood as I watch him.
The tenderness of a man who is going to take over a family that runs the city. But to me Dante will always be this, my husband. The man who cares for me. The man who loves me.
“Are you alright?”
He has switched washcloths, frowning at the small bit of blood staining my silk stockings. Stroking it with his thumb like he is in a trance before he is looking at me like he hurt me instead of completing me.
“With you, I’m always okay.”
40ILARIA
Dante helped me into my reception dress, a silk slip dress that hugs my curves. His hands so gentle as he touches me. Just as gentle as they were when he cleaned me up after we made love.
The dress change is what we are going to tell people was the cause for us leaving the wedding. Our love making staying private between us.
“You’re so beautiful, wife.” His hand reaches out, his rosary bumping my wrist as he weaves our fingers together.
The pair of us are looking in the mirror at each other and I wish that I could call it a night but I want to talk to my friends.
Ten minutes later we’re being announced as a couple, walking towards the head table where our friends are waiting for us. And I feel better seeing my girls there.
As dinner is being served I make an excuse to Dante and then we’re all taking over the bathroom. Tessa is shoving a chair under the door as Maddie opens a window and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. We all are one because we need to talk and this is how we’re going to do it.
“Sammie, I am so sorry.” I whisper out because I can feel the sting of tears, “I didn’t want you to have to marry anyone. And I didn’t know that he was part of everything.”
Sammie’s ex from high school, the one person who she ever loved being in the Cartel had been something from left field that none of us expected.
She looks at me, pushing off from the counter and wrapping her arm around me in a hug.
“Ilaria, we all came into this together. This friendship is always going to be us doing everything together. So I have to marry my ex for a year. All that means is that I’m finally going to get revenge on him.” She smiles at this and we all know that he deserves whatever crazy that she is about to bring to him.
Turning, Sammie looks to where Becca is smoking near the window. She is looking at her like I must have just been looking at her.
“Are you okay, Becca?” It had been for Becca that we had started the revenge and now we were marrying into it.
Smiling, Becca shrugs her shoulder.
“I mean you are marrying him. I feel like this is the cherry on top.” We laugh at this, “But seriously, the past couple years hitting them up has been so healing. I don’t think I’ll ever get over it fully. What happened was awful but I do think I’m not hung up on it like I was before. I’m just ready to move on.” She shrugs as she takes a drag of her cigarette as Tessa bumps her arm.
“Move on like finally sleep with Francesco?” Her eyes narrow.
“Don’t say his name. Haven’t you learned your lesson?” She hisses, pushing open a stall like he is suddenly going to appear there.
We all smile and she shakes her head, ready to protest what we’re doing.
“Francesco.”
“Francesco”
