Page 101 of Till Death Do Us Part

He sat the empty flute on a table. He set his hands on the sides of my face, cradling it. It was a trick of the candlelight, but flames burned in the depths of his irises when he looked at me. His kissed me softly this time, the tingle lingering as he led me to where everyone was dancing.

A slow, sensuous song started to play, and he showed my body how to move with his. I’d never danced with a man this way before. My husband seemed to know how to move my body better than I did.

My husband.A smile I couldn’t control split my face. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tilting into him, as a faster song started to play. The hot summer night, my vows, but most of all, Felice Maggio had set me free.

Between cutting the cake while fireworks exploded in the background to dancing into the deepest hour of the night, it seemed like we drifted through it together, fused as one.

It reminded me of what he’d told me about Plato. Each step was directed by fate if we let go and went with the flow. Every decision led us to each other and the freedom of this moment—of saying yes to it.

As he carried me to our suite, I lay back in his arms. If he gave me a push, I felt like I could fly.

Tension shot through my veins and grounded me when we entered our room. Candles had been lit, the bed turned down, a single red rose set against the pillow.

Against the rich, creamy fabric, it reminded me of a blood stain.

Felice set me down on my feet and circled me like the carnivore he was. I stood still, only my eyes moving with him.

“My little herbivore,” he breathed, brushing the hair from my shoulders. “Even if we’re different, we both still bleed the same color.”

He was about to prove it. I closed my eyes, my body trembling as he started to slowly undo the buttons of the dress. He slipped it off my shoulders, kissing and licking from one side to the other. He tilted my neck to the side and sucked over my pulse.

When I made a breathless noise, fisting the fabric so tightly my knuckles turned white, he lowered the dress to the floor. I stepped out and he picked it up, throwing it over an ornate chair. Underneath the dress, I’d worn a sheer white bodysuit with embroidered tulle over the breasts.

He ran his finger under a strap, taking his time to lower it. He did the same to the other side.

The room was warm, but my nipples were stiff. They ached to be touched, to be sucked like my neck. He palmed both of my breasts, lowering his head, taking a nipple in his mouth. He licked first, then started to suck so hard my uterus felt like it spasmed. I sank my nails into his shoulders, moaning. The floor underneath my feet didn’t feel steady.

He pulled away and I whimpered, reaching out for him again. He buried his hand in my hair and pulled my face toward his. His tongue plunged into my mouth, and it felt like he was setting my soul free.

Drowning in this moment. Giving him my last breath. He’d carry me around forever since we’d been tangled somehow.

Our lips moved together as we stepped toward the bed, unable to break apart. Every piece of clothing shed was a lost inhibition. He set me close to the headboard, kneeling over me, his dick jutting out. It swayed and bounced when he moved. He took the rose from the pillow and slowly ran it down my body, between my breasts, over my nipples, over my thighs and between my legs.

I sucked in a breath, trying to savor it.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” His eyes seemed to inhale me, feeding the intensity.

They felt like twin flames against my skin, making me sweat. It pooled between my breasts and coated my thighs. The candlelight made it glisten. He licked his lips, parted me, and started to eat me likedolce. He sounded like a starved man, the vibrations of his mouth making me reach out. My hands found the headboard and I held on, pulsing my hips up and down against his tongue.

“So fucking hot and wet for me.” He groaned long and deep, and my entire body went off, moving faster against his face. The orgasm that ripped through me made me convulse.

He yanked my body down and started to kiss me again. I could taste myself on his tongue. I was whimpering and moaning into his mouth. Something existed between us that was even wilder than him. It possessed me down to my core. He sucked on my bottom lip before he pulled away.

He took in my body, his eyes so greedy. “All mine,” he said in Italian, raking his teeth over his lip. “Roma Maggio.”

“Yours,” I barely got out, “Felice Maggio.”

I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck as he situated himself between my legs. I sucked in a breath and bit down on my lip when he started to stretch my walls.

“Rilassarsi.” His breath was warm and husky in my ear. “Rilassarsi.”

My body had tensed, and tears streamed down my cheeks. He was stretching me to what felt like my limit. But I listened to him and relaxed, opening myself to him, as he moved in and out, not going all the way in.

It felt so good, I couldn’t control the noises from my mouth.

I cried out in pain when he breached me, trying to arch away from him. Cold fire burned deep. I almost wanted to push away from him; he was so big I felt like I couldn’t breathe. But it felt good too. A rush of warm desire was flooding my blood, driving the cold out.

“Shh.” He ran his nose up and down my cheek, breathing me in. “You were made for me. You can take all of me.” He slowly slid in further.

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