Page 64 of Claiming His Mafia Princess

After the ceremony, there is a rather wild and fun party at our home.

The food is incredible; the champagne is flowing, and the guests are having the most amazing time.

I pull Lila up against me as we move on the dance floor set up in our garden. The massive white tents are filled with people and warmth.

“This day was perfect.” She grins up at me.

“It was perfect. But it’s not over yet.” I say.

“Are you sure? I’m exhausted and I can’t wait for everyone to go home.” She laughs and then looks around to check that no one heard.

“Who says we have to wait? Do you think they will even notice if we sneak off now and go to bed?”

“Nevio. Are you serious?” She grins, hoping I am.

I lift her in my arms. It’s past midnight and most of the people are too tipsy to care, anyway.

I carry her past the groups of people, talking and enjoying themselves, up the stairs, to our bedroom.

I close the door, locking it behind me.

She walks over to the bed, her back to me.

“I can’t take this off by myself.” She glances over her shoulder.

“Perhaps we should leave it on, then? You look beautiful in it.”

“Wait till you see what’s underneath.”

My heart beats wildly in my chest. I step behind her and drag the invisible zip down over her spine, over the curve of her ass. The wedding dress falls open and drifts down her body onto the floor around her feet.

I clench my jaw.

“Holy fuck.” I mutter, staring at her, letting my eyes take in the most heavenly sight.

“Do you like it?” she asks innocently, running her hands over the sheer white lace that barely hides any part of her at all, but somehow teases my body in ways I didn’t know was possible.

“Like it?” I shake my head. “No. I absolutely love it.” I grab her and pull her against me. She gasps in fright as I bend down, threading my arm through her legs, grabbing her ass, and lifting her off her feet.

“Oh, my word.” She squeals as I toss her onto the bed.

Then I grab her ankle and drag her closer to me again.

“Play with yourself.” I demand, looking down at her as I unbutton my shirt.

She bites her lower lip, sending shivers through me. I watch as her hand drifts over her stomach and between her legs. Her lips part as she brushes her delicate fingers over her pussy.

She gasps.

I yank my belt off and her eyes are on my cock, waiting for me to pull my pants down so that she can see. She’s hungry for me.

I watch her, my eyes drifting over the suspends holding up the white fishnets - she pulls her white lace panties to the side and dips her fingers inside herself.

My cock throbs.

I step out of my pants, naked, standing over her.

I lay on the bed, breathing in her scent, feeling the heat of her body.

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