Page 69 of Keeping My Bride

Chapter 44

Verona

IWAKE UP the next morning to the most soothing massage of my life. I groan in pleasure as fingers skate over my back, rubbing in some kind of sweet-smelling moisturizer.

“The sounds that come out of that dirty, little mouth turn me on, honey,” Luca says from beside me.

I turn my head and stare up at my husband. He’s wearing a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up over his muscular forearms, and black slacks. His hair looks like it’s still damp from a shower.

“What time is it?” I worry.

“A little before noon. You slept a long time. Something must have exhausted you last night,” he says with a smug smile.

“I think someone exhausted me,” I quip. It’s those rare smiles of his that I live for. He looks so young and relaxed when he’s like this.

His smile quickly fades as his fingertips graze over my neck. “Do these hurt?” he asks.

There must be bruises on my neck from when he held me tight against the wall last night while we fucked dirty and raw in the back of an alleyway. And just the thought of it has my thighs clenching under the sheet. “No,” I tell him honestly. “I’m not made of glass, Luca. You can’t break me,” I assure him.

A cocky smirk replaces the frown, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s thinking about ways to possibly break me. I hope they all involve him inside of me, but I don’t say my naughty thoughts out loud. Going from virgin to practically a nympho with Luca has been a rollercoaster ride. It’s like I always want him. And when we’re not having sex, I’m thinking about it. I suppose that’s normal for all newlyweds…especially if one or both saved themselves for marriage, right?

“What are you thinking about?” he asks me, and I hate that he can read me so well that he knows when I’m deep in thought.

“I was wondering if our marriage is normal or not.”

He cocks his head to the side and chuckles darkly. “It’s anything but normal, honey. Trust me.”

“Not the whole arranged marriage thing. I mean…all the sex.”

His dark brows furl together. “Oh. That,” he says with an amused grin. Pulling back the sheet, he smacks my ass, leaving a creamy handprint behind. “I think our normal can be whatever we want it to be.”

“Have you ever been like this with another woman before?” After I ask the question, I instantly regret it and want to take it back, because what if he says yes? What if this is the norm for Luca?

“No,” he says. “I never fucked the same woman more than once. Never wanted anyone enough to actually want to,” he says with a shrug. Reaching over to the nightstand, he wipes off his hands on a towel. “Lift your hips, honey.” When I lift them, he sticks a bolster pillow underneath my stomach, which causes my hips and ass to lift up in the air.

And then he grabs a bottle of oil. Squirting the liquid on my backside, he rubs his hands over the globes of my ass, massaging deeply.

I groan from the sensation. “That feels good,” I murmur.

“Spread your legs for me, honey,” he tells me huskily.

I do as he says, and he puts his knees between my thighs. His large hands massage the oil into my cheeks, and then I feel a fingertip gliding down the entire length of my slit. He plays with my clit, making me squirm underneath him.

“I love how wet you get for me,” he says as his fingers trail up to my entrance, dipping in and grazing over my G spot, making me groan loudly. He gathers wetness on his fingers and then goes higher, tracing over the rim of my puckered hole. I immediately tense up, but Luca whispers, “Relax, honey. I won’t hurt you.”

I feel his thumb pressing against my tight hole, and I desperately try to relax. Luca told me before he wanted to claim my ass, and I’ve been dreading it. I’m expecting it to hurt, but when his thumb enters me, I don’t feel much pain. It’s just…strange.

He fingers my clit as his thumb pushes in and out of my back hole. I wriggle under him, nonsensical words coming out of my mouth as the pleasure quickly mounts.

“I don’t want you to come until I’m inside of you,” he warns.

He climbs off the bed, and I turn to watch him take off his clothes. His hard cock bobs up towards his stomach, and I swallow back a gasp. How will it ever fit inside of me back there?

He’s between my legs again, and I feel the head of his cock notched at my back entrance. I whimper nervously. “It’s okay, honey,” he whispers soothingly to me as he smooths his other hand over my hip.

My fingers wrap around the sheets in a death grip as he pushes his cock into me. “Luca!” I cry out.

“Touch yourself for me, honey.”

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