Page 71 of Depths of Desire
It’s a whirlwind after the ceremony. We’re back at Nico’s house in what seems like minutes. As if I weigh nothing, he lifts me into his arms and carries me over the threshold, then up the stairs to his bedroom. There’s a bottle of champagne on ice beside the bed. Nico sets me down and kisses me until I’m breathless.
“Mrs. Valdici, would you like a glass of champagne?”
I grin at the sound of my new name on his lips. Maybe Mia and Pippa were right. Maybe this will be much better than I feared. “Yes, I would.”
He kisses each of my hands and then moves to uncork the champagne.
“Is this yours?” I ask. “I mean, did it come from one of your vineyards?”
“Yes,” he smiles. “It came from one ofourvineyards.”
My heart gives a solid thump. “Nico,” I caution, “let’s take it one step at a time. I don’t have any claim to the empire you’ve built.”
“Of course you do,” he says with utter nonchalance. “You are my wife. We own everything together now.”
“But what happens if we get divorced? I don’t want?—”
He’s immediately in front of me, gripping my chin and forcing my gaze to his. “There will be no divorce. Not now. Never. You are mine forever. Get used to it because it will not change.” Then he kisses me.
He lifts his head and plucks the glass from my fingers, set it aside, then crowds against my body, forcing me backward. I’m not moving away from him, because I want this between us, even if I’m not entirely certain we are going to work together. But this is one place we work. So I let him move me toward the wall.
He pauses for an instant, and in the space of that breath, he whirls me around and presses my front to the smooth plaster. His hips hold me in place, his shaft heavy against the seam of my ass. In a firm grip, he squeezes my shoulders, then trails his hands down my arms to link our fingers together as he licks a path down my nape. When he reaches the juncture of my neck and shoulder, he tenderly bites my flesh, which triggers a cascade of sensation and emotion through me. Physical need breathes in my veins, hot and greedy. But in its wake is something warmer flows easily, lingering in my brain, confirming that this man, a man I wasn’t sure I could spend a life with, was everything to me.
The touch of his lips, the scrape of his teeth, the way he tightened his fingers around mine lifted me. Not physically, as we had done before, but mentally. My heart sang a loud chorus audible only to angels.
He whispered softly against my flesh, words I couldn’t interpret, but craved hearing. He pulled my arms over my head and pressed them to the wall, then reached for the closures on my gown, making quick work of the lace-covered buttons and hidden zipper. Cool air touched my exposed back when the dressgaped open. But it didn’t fall from my body, with the bodice, along with my breasts, pressed to the wall.
His lips were warm and his tongue hot and moist as he trailed his mouth along my spine. I jumped when he bit the swell of one hip, wanting his tongue and teeth between my legs. He gripped my hips and urged me back, just enough so that when I lower my arms and grip his wrists, he slides the fabric over my hips and down my thighs.
“You are beautiful,vita mia,” he murmurs to my skin as he trails his fingers back up my thighs. One hand shifts around my front and slips under the elastic of my panties. I gasp as he fingers my clit. I moan as he slides a finger along my wet folds.
Oh, Nico…” I sigh as he dips one finger inside me at the exact moment he bites the fleshy part of my ass. I jut my hips back, drawing his finger deeper as he licks away the sting of his bite.
“God, I want you,vita mia.You are mine.” He rises so quickly to his feet I’m jostled, my breasts poking painfully against the wall.
He spins me around and presses my back to the hard surface. With one hand still between my thighs, pumping into me a carnal, slow glide, the other hand cups my breast and he sucks the nipple deep into his mouth.
Now his hands, lips, and tongue are moving in a syncopated rhythm. And with all this, the desire I feel for him swells. The strands of the bond between us that I’d felt during our wedding ceremony build and tighten, until I think I might die if I don’t have him inside me soon.
Frantically, I thrust my hands between our bodies and hurriedly undo his belt. My fingers find the button of his slacks and slips it free. My hand trembles as I lower his zipper.
God, Nico, you are so perfect,” I breathe as I wrap my fingers around his girth. “You fill me…” I didn’t need to finish that.Couldn’t finish my thought as Nico helped me shove his pants and boxer briefs down enough to free his cock.
Then his hands became a blur on my body, shoving my dress down, helping me step out of it. Ripping my panties into two pieces in his hurry to get inside me. He lifted me under my arms until I was high enough to wrap my legs around his waist.
His pulsing cock was hot along my folds, and my head fell forward to his shoulder.
“I can’t wait, my life,” he groaned against my crown. But he held back anyway. As if waiting for me to encourage him.
I lifted my head, cupped his jaw and stared into his eyes. “I’m yours, Nico.” I kissed his lips, then murmured against them, “You don’t have to wait. I want you. I want us.”
I lowered one hand between our bodies while still holding his gaze and positioned his dick at my entrance. Loosening the grip of my thighs around his waist, I lowered onto the crown, just as he rocked upward.
We both groaned with the sense of completion that accompanies our joining. The connection between us was more than just physical. I felt his presence in my body as more than just fulfilment. It was joy. It was right.
It was bliss.
We rocked together against the wall, urging each other to the end. His words were a mix of Italian and English, and some other language I didn’t recognize.
