Page 62 of If Tomorrow Never Comes

The door hasn’t even had a chance to click closed before his lips are on mine again. Warm hands cup my face. He places a trail of scorching hot kisses down my neck. “Fuck, you look so good in this dress. Shame it’ll end up on the floor.”

“Diego,” I begin, but there is no conviction in my voice. His tongue slides over each of my exposed collarbones then dips down into my cleavage.

“I told you last night, the next time you asked me, you weren’t going to see the side of me that held back.”

“That’s hardly fair…” I trail off as he pulls me closer by my ass, pressing me against his rock hard length.Jesussss.Would it really be so horrible to want this?

His other hand finds the zipper to my dress as his lips find mine once more. Those determined fingers lower the zipper and he slips his hand in, toying with my lace thong. “Can we just forget everything and everyone around us right now? I know you feel this too. Let go of your need for control for once. Drop that barrier and justfeel,” he says against my lips.

After a pregnant pause, I say fuck it. I grip him by his black satin lapels and unload all my frustration on him. Our lips meet again before he takes over. Little whimpers leave my mouth as he rips the veil out of my hair and backs us up to his massive bed. He slides my dress down over my hips. I grip his shoulders as he helps me step out of it. Taking a step back he admires my naked breasts and blue lace thong. I raise my hand to shield them, feeling way too exposed.

“Don’t.” Diego’s hand gently pushes mine back down. “You’re fucking perfect. Get out of your head,” he insists, tapping his finger against my temple. His knuckles slowly glide over my cheek and down my neck. Goosebumps surface on my skin in their wake as he moves over the swell of my breast. He squeezes my nipple between his middle and index finger, rubbing a thumb over the tip of it.

My head snaps back in pleasure. “Mmm.”

He leans down and picks me up by my thighs, tossing me onto the bed. “Spread those legs,” he commands while tossing his tuxedo jacket onto the chair, followed by his dress shirt and tie. Diego toes off his shoes and then watches me intently as he pops the button of his pants and lowers the zipper.

I have yet to do as I was told, entirely focused on the man undressing before me. I’ve seen him shirtless a few times now, but nothing could prepare me for watching him drop his pants.

It’s beautiful.

And I'm not joking. It’s long and thick. The head of his cock already has a bead of pre-cum. He swipes at it with his thumb and then leans over me, spreading my thighs apart.

“Didn’t I tell you to spread those beautiful thighs, wife?” There’s a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that tells me just how excited he is to show me what I’ve been missing (according to him, that is). My legs fall to the sides, granting him space to lie between them. The head of his cock presses against the string of my thong. The tiny shred of fabric acting as a barrier between us. Diego presses his thumb into my mouth. “Suck,Mariposita.”

Swirling my tongue around his thumb, I remove the bead of cum before sucking. His cock twitches before his hips press harder into mine, sending waves of heat to my pussy. Diego removes his thumb and leans back up to standing. “Shift yourself so you are laying your head on the pillows comfortably.” I do as he asks, my heart beating harder with each command. “Good girl.”

He reaches into his end table and produces two fur lined, leather cuffs. Reaching up to one of the tentacles of the cast iron Kraken, he pulls down a retractable rope, like that of a dog leash. Metal connects as the cuff slips into place. He holds out the cuff to me, waiting for my hand. “How much do you trust me?”

“Enough, or I wouldn’t be here right now,” I sneer playfully as he secures my hand.

He stalks around the bed and does the same with my other hand. On his way back he reaches down and grabs my veil. A look of indecision crosses his face before it’s gone. Climbing up on the bed, he begins to tie the veil around my eyes so it blurs my vision. All I can see is his silhouette.

“Diego. Wait. I…I totally forgot I have my period. We can put a raincheck on this.”

He straddles me, his muscular thighs caging in mine. Wet lips come down to toy with one of my nipples while his hand snakes down into my panties. I arch my back and wiggle beneath him. The throbbing between my legs is growing by the second. Each searing touch of his is heightened now that my sight has been removed and I’ve been restrained. “I don’t give a fuck about blood,Mariposita. You shouldn’t either,” he says huskily while circling my clit with his middle finger.

“I really think we should stop—”,I start to buck my hips, arching my back and pushing my breast further into his mouth. Diego growls and picks up the pace as his teeth clamp over my nipple. “Ahh!”

“If that’s what you want…” he says, removing his hand from my panties, the elastic snapping against me, increasing my sensations.

“Ugh,” I sigh. “You sure have a way of getting what you want.”

“What we both want.” He presses my cheeks together until my lips pucker like a fish. “That mouth of yours. I can’t wait to fuck it. Ishouldfuck the sass right out of it—except we are on a bit of a time crunch. My nipples harden at the visual of his vulgar words.

“Mmm. I knew you’d like that. I saw your reaction to me and Red on our flight here.”

“Don’t you think you should keep another woman out of the conversation while you are trying to bed your new wife?” I say bitterly.

“You’re right, my apologies, Mrs. De La Cruz. In fact, I am going to show you just how sorry I am…”

Grippingher panties with my teeth, I slide them down and over her legs. Luckily, she doesn’t use this moment to kick me in the face. Sliding back up her perfect body, I settle my hips between her thighs and reach between us, teasing her clit in slow lazy circles. Her little whimpers make me harder than I ever thought imaginable. I lean over to kiss her while grabbing a few tissues from the end table. Leaving them next to me, I reach between her legs and slide my finger through her slit until I find the string. She gasps, knowing damn well my intentions. Before she has room to argue about doing it herself, I tug the string and remove her tampon, diligently wrapping it in the tissues and tossing it into the trash bin.

“Diego De La Cruz!” my wife shouts, shocked.My wife—damn. Too bad that it will be short lived. If I could, I would make her mine forever.

Crawling up her body, I silence her with my mouth and line the head of my cock up to her entrance. Teasingly, I inch in. Her sexy little moan against my lips lets me know she’s with me.See, that thing about trust?She willingly gave it to me. Her trust, her need for control. Her body and mind both want this. It was Liam that always held her back, and now that he’s no longer in the picture…Her pussy greedily molds around my cock and she shifts her pelvis to accommodate more of me. My little butterfly hasn’t said one word or tried to buck me off her. I always knew we would both cave and give in to our temptations. Ironically enough, it’s on our wedding night. With haste, I untie and remove the veil. I need to see those gorgeous brown eyes when I enter her fully.

Pressing home, she lets out a breathy moan, her eyes glued to mine as I become fully seated. “Ocean Eyes,” she sighs. “This feels...I’ve wanted to know what this felt like since you cut open my clothes on the island.” Her cheeks redden, admitting to what I already knew.

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