Page 18 of Immoral

I whimper, still not opening my eyes. Heat shoots through my veins. My insides clench his digit as his thumb rolls on my clit.

He nibbles on my lobe, gliding his finger in my wet heat, murmuring, "It's been too long, tesoro."

Too long? What's he talking about? Surely, we made love last night if he's next to me.

Yawning, I smile and reply, "How many hours has it been?" I'm still tired and not ready to fully wake up. I move my face until my lips connect with his, lacing my fingers in his thick hair.

Upon contact, his tongue slides in my mouth, slowly tangling with mine, then speeding up with intensity. He taunts me until I'm on the verge of a full-blown sweat.

"Don't tease me," I barely get out against his lips.

"I'll do what I want. I own your pussy. You know this," he states then dips his head to my neck and bites it.

"Oh fuck!" I cry out, holding him tighter, circling my hips into his hand harder. It's something only he's done to me. I don't know why it turns us on, but it does. I open my eyes, but everything is dark.

His hand grasps the back of my neck, squeezing it firmly, while he bites me again, then rubs his thumb over the spot his mouth was on.

A moan escapes my lips. He pinches my clit then rolls it quicker, and I beg, "Please."

He tugs on my hair until his eyes meet mine. They're darker than the room, and every ounce of his dominance shines through them. He demands, "Tell me who you belong to."

"You. Only you," I whisper. Adrenaline pools in my cells, waiting to erupt. I add, "Please, Gianni."

The corners of his lips turn up, and he arches his eyebrow. My heart races, and I dig my nails into his head. I know that look. He's going to make me wait longer.

"Please," I plead, but what Gianni wants, he gets. Edging me until I'm soaked and on fire gets both of us off.

His fingers continue to perfectly manipulate me. The cocky, focused expression on his face never falters.

My begging gets louder until sweat pops out on my skin.

"Who do you belong to?" he barks again.

"You! Please!" I answer.

He bites my neck, and I arch into him. His erection pushes into my thigh. He swirls my clit faster, and all hell breaks loose in my body.

"Holy shit!" I moan as white stars burst into my vision.

He bites me again as I'm orgasming, intensifying the high. Then he mumbles, "My mouth missed your pussy. Tell me I can have it."

Confused about why he's asking me, I slip my hand down his back to pull the covers away, but my fingers snag on his belt.

Why is he wearing clothes?

His hot mouth slides over my breast, and his tongue flicks my nipple.

Caressing the side of his head, I blink a few times. His face moves to my torso, and everything comes flying back to me.

The dress.

The wedding.

Our vows.

I try to sit up, but his hand is still holding the back of my neck. He drags his tongue to the tip of my slit, and I almost allow myself to let him have me this one time.

No, no, no!

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