Page 91 of Ruined in Vows

After saying our vows, I carried my wife upstairs to her bedroom. With a speed I didn’t know I possessed, I had us both naked within seconds and on the bed. I am about to give us what we both want. And make Allegra mine irrevocably.

From what I have learned during therapy, the last time I had sex was before my relationship started with Allegra - the first time around. I still have a long road ahead of me, and though therapy has been frustrating, if it all leads me back to my past then I am prepared to put in the work. Not only for me, but for the woman I love.

Despite Caterina’s many attempts to get me to fuck her, I never did, so if my calculations are correct, I haven’t had sex in almost two years. There is no way, not after risking my life to be with her, that would I hurt or cheat on Allegra and I’m sure Nico would have put a bullet in my skull had I ever messed around on his sister. My best friend has told me several times now, during our many talks in his office, that I made his sister happy, and surely that wouldn’t have been the case if I had treated her badly.

Shaking the thoughts away, I focus on the woman in front of me. She deserves my full attention at this moment.

Nibbling on her flesh, I bite down gently, sucking until I leave my mark. She whimpers, squirming beneath me, her back arching as she tries to bring me closer to where she so desperately wants me. She groans when I don’t give her what she wants.

“Stop teasing. You don’t know how long I have waited for this.”

Releasing her flesh, I tell her. “I might’ve, if I hadn’t received a head injury.” Her face falls, the same sad look she always gives me when we talk about my injury. I know it kills her that I don’t remember our past, and I have told her many times that all that matters is that we found each other again. Grinning, I try to lighten the mood. “Being as I don’t remember. Why don’t you remind me?”

She pants, her pulse picking up as her cheeks and chest turn a delicious shade of pink.

“Well, I begged you so many times to take what belonged to you,” she starts quietly. “Every time, you touched me, kissed me, I wanted you to go further. But you never would. Too caught up in your delusions of keeping my virtue until our wedding night.” I don’t miss the irony in her tone. Laughing, I run my nose from her thigh to her pussy, inhaling her scentinto my nostrils and committing it to memory. “Dante,” she whimpers.

“Do you think this little cunt is ready for me?” I growl, swiping my tongue up her slit.

Her back bows, her words a breathy cry when she speaks. “Yes. Yes, I’m ready for you.”

Running a finger up her thigh, I bring it to her pussy, slowly circling her clit. She gasps, her hips rolling up as she seeks the pressure she so desperately wants. I push a digit inside her, groaning at how tight she is. I swear this woman is sure to be the death of me.

“I need to get you ready to take me,” I murmur in awe, watching my finger slide in and out of her.

“More,” she moans almost inaudibly.

Smirking, I add another finger, stretching her. She gasps, her body tensing. “I know you have had the tip of me, but is this too much?” I ask, slowly thrusting into her.

She shakes her head. “No. No. It feels amazing. Don’t stop.”

“You’ve taken three of my fingers in the last couple of months, plus the head of my cock, but I still need to stretch your cunt if you are going to take all of me, principessa,” I rumble, my mouth latching onto her clit.

“I trust you,” she moans, making my chest tighten. Not because she has a reason not to trust me - Allegra can trust me with her life - but because I feel guilty for her being in the dark about what is going to happen.

“I am gonna fuck you so good, that by the time I am done, every part of you will belong to me. I’m going to imprint my cock on your pussy, your fucking soul,” I grate out, suddenly feeling unhinged.

“You’re already part of my soul,” she pants out, writhing under my ministrations.

“Good girl,” I growl, sucking her clit into my mouth once more.

It doesn’t take long for her to fall over the edge. And I know it has something to do with my praise. In the weeks I have been getting reacquainted with her body, I established very quickly that she has a praise kink. One I very much love exploring. Her cunt tightens around me, soaking my digits with her release.

“Dante,” she cries out my name as her orgasm takes hold. Her back arches, fingers grabbing at the bed sheets as he legs lock around my head.

And I feel like a king in this moment. Knowing that I can elicit these kinds of responses from my angel is everything to me. I might not be able to remember my previous sex life, but I know without a doubt, with every fiber of my being that Allegra Marchetti is the best I have ever had.

“Good principessa. Soaking my fingers like a good girl.” I groan, pulling them from her wet pussy and bringing them to my mouth. She watches me with hooded eyes as I lick her juices from my digits. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch her legs spreading once again. I smirk. “Is my angel greedy for my dick?”

“Please Dante. I need you,” she all but begs, and I watch as tears roll down her face.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, alarmed.

Allegra shakes her head, a chuckled sob bursting from her lips. “Nothing. I just need to feel you inside me.”

Crawling up her body, my tongue darts out, licking up her tears before I press my lips to hers, letting her taste herself on me. Tearing my mouth away, I pepper kisses up her neck, to her ear, whispering out, “I’m going to fuck you now, angel.”

“Yes,” she breathes, rolling her hips up into me, her wet heat brushing against my cock. I suck in a breath, more than ready to sink home.

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