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“That’s right.” I growl, thrusting my hips forward - my cock plunges into her with such force she forgets how to breathe for a moment. Her fingers tighten around the bedding and she shudders on her knees in front of me.

I slide out, fueled by the ecstasy of being inside her, and thrust forward again. She gasps and her grips tighter as I begin to fuck her like I own her. And I do. I own her now. She is mine and she will never belong to another soul.

My cock throbs at the thought. The thought of controlling her, possessing her, fucking her -

I push in deeper, perhaps too hard, too fast - and she tries to squirm away, whimpering.

Grabbing her hips I shove her flat onto the bed.

“I’m sorry, little firefly.” I growl, unable to stop, unable to hold back. My cock is aching, and she is mine to do with as I please.

I slam into her pussy, harder and faster, pinning her beneath me, her body belonging to me - not her.She is my wife.

She’s gasping and crying out each time I enter her, but her cries are different now. She wants more. She wants me to take her to the edge and push her over into pure bliss.

My cock stretches her open every time I move forward and leaves her begging and arching every time I pull out.

In no time at her she is shaking beneath me.

Her body quivering as her mind slips away. I grab her arms and fold them behind her back, her face pushed harder into the bedding.

Pleasure builds become too much to bare.

Her pussy tightens over my cock, I can’t last much longer.

But I don’t need to.

I thrust into her again and her mind snaps as she convulses, her orgasm so intense she is writhing beneath me, sending me over the edge with her, as my cock goes rigid and I explode inside her.

Today has been the perfect day.

It was long, and chaotic and beautiful.

I couldn’t have wished for a more magical wedding, and my heart is full of love for the woman lying in my arms, in the darkness of our bedroom. It’s peaceful, quiet and safe as she drifts to sleep with her head against my chest.

On the nightstand my phone buzzes. It’s set to vibrate but against the wooden top it’s noisy and alarming.

I reach out, quickly trying to silence it so that Zina isn’t woken up.

For a moment I pause, the phone in my hand, while I wait to see if she stirs. But she doesn’t. She’s still breathing peacefully, and I let out a sigh of relief.

Carefully slipping my arm out from beneath her I sit on the edge of the bed to read the message I received.

Unknown: She will destroy you, Giovanni. How can you trust her? Do you even know who she really is? All those years apart - she’s not the same women you met sixteen years ago.

My jaw clenched uncomfortably tight.

When will this end?

Why is someone so determined to make me doubt her?

I glance behind me at her peaceful, beautiful face.

And why is it so easy to plant that seed of doubt? Is it because I already have doubts of my own? Doubt I’ve been denying and pushing aside for too long.

I read the message again and sneer.

Fuck.

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