“Should we not complete the last phase of this wedding night?”
I have seen so many expressions on her face—excitement, happiness, pain, fear—but right now, she almost looks like a stranger. Her violet eyes are dark with desire, her chest rises and falls as she breathes hard, and her warm breath so close to my skin makes me crazy. Desire and frustration fight a battle inside me when her hands crawl up to rest on my cheeks.
“Kiss me, husband.”
And with that word, husband, desire wins fair and square. I cannot deny anything to my beautiful wife. My lips land on hers, and I kiss her with no hesitation. She’s mine, after all.
“Let me think this is real tonight,” she whispers when my kiss drifts from her lips to her cheeks. She works on my jacket, pulling it off me before finally reaching for my tie. She undoes the knot all the while glancing at me. “I want you, Zane. I need you. Not as a savior or a friend, but as my husband. A husband who can’t wait to make me his.”
It doesn’t take long for us to get out of bed, and Vienna pulls off my shirt. The sliver of space between us vanishes as she takes a step toward me. She lowers her head, and her kisses start from my face, traveling down to my neck and to my bare chest. Her lips are soft, wet, and warm as she kisses my heart.
“You are the most amazing man I have ever met.” Her hushed words fill the warm room, lit by the soft glow of the nightlight.
I struggle to breathe as her lips and hands descend further to my stomach. My heart drums loud, and my fists rest by my sides, clenched, not knowing what to do. Should I grab her and tell her that she’s the only woman who has touched me like this, turned me on like crazy, and is slowly making me fall for her?
But before I can do anything, her hands settle on my belt as she kneels before me. And that’s a sight beyond my wildest dreams. Vienna, in her wedding dress, looking up at me with smoldering desire on her face.
Her lips press to my stomach just above my belt buckle, an inch below my belly button, and I suck in a breath. But then she moves lower, littering soft kisses along my cock, hidden under my pants. And I see stars.
This lonely fucker has only seen my hand in my twenty-eight years of existence. But now Vienna is worshipping him with her mouth, her hands.
“Vi, w-what are you d-doing?” I moan raggedly.
“I’m taking what’s mine tonight,” she rasps, and I swear to God, my ears have never heard anything hotter.
I’m hers.
Holding my gaze, she unzips my pants, pulling them down along with my boxers. I take in the sight of her eagerly wrapping her lips around my thrusting cock and commit it to memory. The whole world spins before me when she slides my whole shaft inside her mouth and throat.
Goddamn, this is sorcery!
I place a hand on the side wall and lean against it as Vienna moves her mouth up and down my length.
If I’d have known my wedding night would turn out like this, I’d have read some articles on sex instead of the numerous medical journals last night.
“I love the feel of you.” Her hoarse voice sends shivers down my spine, and I can’t stop myself from thrusting inside her tempting mouth. She grips my ass as I hit the back of her throat.
This is heaven and hell. I don’t want this to end, but I can’t stop myself from fisting her hair. She looks up at me as I forget everything else that exists in this world beyond her. I drive into her, moaning loudly before spurting into her hot mouth.
Fucking hell! Did she even want me to come inside her mouth?
I’m about to pull back, but her nails dig into the backs of my legs, and she swallows every damn drop. I stare down at her and try to catch my breath.
I caress her cheek and whisper, “I…c-can’t believe…you d-did that.”
“If you stay this hard, I’ll do it again so you don’t forget it, husband.”
“D-don’t worry, I wouldn’t for-rget you on your knees s-sucking me in a million years.” I pull her up and kiss her lips, thanking her without words for showing me how it feels to be loved by a woman.
She runs her hands over my chest, which I’m slowly thinking she likes. I thank Lukas for a split second for getting me addicted to weight training.
“But I want more. I want you. Tonight, I want to own your body and your soul, and I want to give myself to you completely. Make me forget everything else, Zane. Take me to a place where it’s just us and nothing else.”
I don’t know if it’s her words or the rawness in her pleading voice, but I make a promise to myself that I won’t let my inexperience show or my insecurities to guide me tonight.
I yank her closer and cover her mouth with mine. My heart thrashes against my rib cage as my hands glide over the embroidered fabric of her wedding dress. I find the zipper and drag it down. I push the fabric away from her, and the heavy gown pools at her feet.
But I can barely breathe at the sight of her standing before me in a white see-through bra and thong. There’s some embroidery just above her nipples, but everything else leaves nothing to the imagination. My mouth salivates at the sight of her tempting cleavage and soft skin.