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“Santino,” she sighs, and I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to the elevator where she giggles and bites her lip. “I can walk.”

“I don’t know. You seemed to be pretty lax in my arms just a moment ago. I didn’t want to risk you twisting your ankle in those sexy heels of yours having you walk on your own.”

“Good thinking. A trip to the doctor might kill the mood.”

I don’t tell her, but it wouldn’t kill the mood for me. I’d still want to fuck her until she passes out no matter what. I’d just be more careful with which positions I took her in.

“Then I’m not putting you down.”

“Okay,” she says softly, her cheeks turning pink.

Jesus Christ, she’s adorable when she gets shy.

I want to see her turn pink all over when I get her naked and spread open on our bed.

In our apartment, I walk us straight to our room and place her on her feet at the end of the bed.

“I’m going to undress you, Mia,” I tell her, and she bites her lip and nods.

I bend down and grab the hem of her dress, peeling the skin-tight fabric up and off her body to reveal a sexy lingerie set of black silk panties and bra that barely cover her.

“Mia, you’re stunning.” I have no other words. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. “Are you sure about this? I can still walk out of this room, pour myself a large glass of whiskey, and sleep on the couch.”

“I don’t want you to leave. Tonight was amazing and I want you to keep making it amazing. I want you to keep making me feel good. I want you to keep making me feel special. I don’t want tonight to end. I want you to show me how much you want me, Santino.”

I tuck her hair behind her ear and run the backs of my fingers down her neck to her exposed shoulder. “I can do that, Mia. It will be my greatest honor.”

Mia smiles. “Sometimes you say the sweetest things.”

“Only for you, my bride.” I tilt her chin up and plant a soft kiss to her lips, feeling her relax and melt against me like she did before. It’s a feeling I’ve never felt before, knowing I can make Mia melt with a simple kiss.

I unclasp her bra and pull it form her body, replacing the satin with my hands. She moans and throws her hands around my neck, kissing me with a passion I hope I never get used to.

I knead her breasts and roll her taut nipples between my thumb and forefingers. Mia chokes on a moan and I swallow it as my prize. I want all her sounds. I want all her cries of pleasure and her pleads for more.

She’s all mine to take, and I’m going to make sure she remembers it for the rest of her life without a single regret.

She pushes my jacket off my shoulders and starts to undo the buttons of my shirt. It’s not nearly fast enough, so I push her hands away and rip the goddamn shirt open.

“That was hot,” she croaks, and I laugh.

“I’ll remember that.”

“Please do.”

“Lay back,farfalla. Let me see you laid out for me to worship.”

She does as I say so beautifully, and I finish shedding my clothes before placing one knee on the bed to join her.

“Wait,” she says, holding her hand up. My heart jumps into my throat. “Let me look at you for a moment. Stand back up,” she directs, and my body relaxes, realizing her intention.

I stand at the end of the bed and she props herself up on her elbows. The heat of her eyes traveling around my body has my cock stiffening painfully.

“Turn,” she demands softly, but with clear authority.

I don’t mind feeling like a piece of meat. I want her to look at me, ogle me, and objectify me all she fucking wants. I’m her goddamn husband and all hers to do whatever she wants with.

I turn in a slow circle, and when I’m facing her again, she’s wearing a sly little grin that’s sexy as hell.