Page 14 of His Bride

The dress falls away, pooling at her feet. I step back, revelling in the sight of her in delicate white lace. My eyes darken and my nostrils flare.

“Fucking beautiful,” I say, unable to tear my eyes away. She’s a vision - all soft curves and creamy skin. The lingerie is both innocent and sinful, making my cock throb painfully.

I pull her flush against me, my lips finding her neck. As I trail kisses along her pulse point, she lets out a breathy moan that goes straight to my groin.

“That’s it, baby,” I encourage, nipping gently at her skin. “Let me hear you.”

My hands roam her body, savoring every curve. I want to devour her, to claim every inch as mine. But I force myself to slow down, to be gentle.

I unclasp her bra, letting it fall away. My fingers hook into her panties, sliding them down her legs. As the last barrier disappears, Adriana’s hands fly up to cover herself.

“No,” I command firmly, grasping her wrists. “Don’t hide from me. I want to see all of you.”

Her eyes meet mine, vulnerability and trust warring in their depths. Slowly, she lowers her hands, revealing her perky tits and shaved cunt.

I drink in the sight of her, committing every detail to memory.

“Perfect,” I breathe.

I guide Adriana to the bed, laying her down gently. Her dark hair fans out on the pillow. My eyes never leave hers as I begin to undress.

I smirk when her gaze drops to my cock and her eyes widen.

“Like what you see, little wife?” I tease, my voice husky with desire.

She blushes furiously but doesn’t look away. The innocence in her expression, mixed with unmistakable curiosity, nearly undoes me.

I join her on the bed, hovering over her. “I’m going to taste every inch of you,” I promise, my lips lightly skimming hers.

My mouth travels down her body, leaving a trail of heated kisses. When I reach her breasts, I take a nipple between my lips, relishing her gasp of pleasure.

“Dante,” she whimpers, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I continue my journey south, spreading her thighs. The scent of her arousal makes my mouth water. “So wet for me already,” I say approvingly.

Without warning, I lick a long stripe up her slit. Adriana cries out, her hips bucking involuntarily.

“That’s it, tesoro. Let go for me,” I encourage, before diving back in.

I work her with my tongue and lips, savoring her taste. When I slip a finger inside her tight heat, she moans loudly.

“Oh Dante… I… I…” she pants, her body trembling.

“Come for me, Adriana,” I command, curling my finger to hit that spot inside her.

With a cry of ecstasy, she shatters, her walls clenching around my finger. I work her through it, revelling in every tremor and gasp.

As she comes down from her high, I can’t help but think: Mine. All mine.

I position myself between Adriana’s trembling thighs, the head of my cock brushing her entrance. Her eyes widen, a mix of desire and apprehension clouding her gaze.

“This might hurt,” I warn, my voice rougher than intended.

Adriana nods, biting her lip. “I’m ready,” she quietly says.

I push forward slowly, feeling her body resist. She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. The sensation of her tight heat enveloping me is exquisite torture.

“Breathe, tesoro,” I say, fighting the urge to thrust deep.

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