Page 45 of Bite Marks

NUNZIO

In Italian culture, the wedding day wasn’t just about the bride. It was not just about the groom either. It was about a celebration of life, love, and four hundred of their closest friends, family, and every person they ever met … even at the post office. Italian weddings did not last a week like some, but they also didn’t last only a few hours. They tended to last three days.

They also had another great event to celebrate … Vanessa’s art exhibit was a total success, and his offered piece was what had many of the visitors talking and making appointments with Vanessa. Many felt if she could secure such grand pieces for her exhibit, she would be the perfect one to hire to acquire pieces for their own homes and offices. Nunzio was happy he had a small part in making her career dream come true, but he was even more proud he could help chase her personal dreams as well.

For the couple getting married, these days would be a whirlwind of people, food, gifts, blessings, food, dancing, card games, food, and big emotions. Generally, tears would be spilled. Some things would get heated. And at least one person would leave the festivities with a black eye.

Again, Italians had big emotions. It was what makes their food so damn good.

Italian weddings weren’t something that only little girls were imbibed with. Boys were taught how to be a man, a husband, and a father since they were born. Nunzio didn’t have a family to help him practice; the mob was his family. And the loss of blood relatives was enough for Nunzio to revel in his wedding day.

Although he had thought he would get married much later than thirty, he knew that Vanessa, his butterfly, was the right woman for him. He was nervous as he stood in the quiet of his place. The mirror showed him in all his glory. Tall, taller than most of the men around him. Especially Italian men. Dark hair, gray eyes, and fine lines of his features. If he let his wolf show, his eyes would turn a gold hue, and his appearance would sharpen even more. But he would not need his wolf element right now.

Nunzio had taken special care to pick out a suit tailored to his shoulders and create a straight line down his pants. His tie was a match to Nessa’s emerald eyes. He ran his hand down the silky material. It was cool under his touch but didn’t stop his heart from racing.

There were very few times that Nunzio was nervous about something. It wasn’t that he was unsure about his choice to marry Vanessa … he knew he couldn’t be luckier. But with the marriage and everything that came with it … he didn’t want to screw it up.

Nunzio swallowed.

It helped that Nessa already knew his secrets and accepted everything about him. She loved him unconditionally. But there was still a little part that worried because he didn’t have a role model he could talk to so that he wouldn’t do something stupid.

Nunzio shook himself off. Today wasn’t about the future. It was about the next three days, the celebration of his love for his fiery butterfly and the fact that Nunzio took a chance on an idea, and somehow, it all paid off.

Tonight was the dress rehearsal. Vanessa and Nunzio had practiced dance moves and picked out a six-course dinner, paid for by the family. They had coordinated outfits and explained to the staff who was most likely to get drunk, angry, and combative.

Tomorrow, he and Nessa would be swept from one household to another, place to place, church to church, and then fed more food than a normal human could eat in three weeks.

A smile perked over his lips. It was going to be incredible.

By the day of the wedding, Nunzio was exhausted.

Nessa had left before the sun cracked over the horizon, but first, she had woken him by wrapping her mouth around his flaccid member and sucking until it grew hard and stiff in her mouth. She teased him with her tongue and smiled over the tip of his cock. “Don’t you think we could just sneak away to get married,” she taunted, already over the pomp and circumstance of the celebration.

Nunzio had a hard time not agreeing with her as she continued to wiggle over the top of him, taking him all the way into her mouth while she used her tongue to slowly lick up as she lifted her mouth off his shaft.

Nunzio groaned. White bursts of pleasure popped behind his eyelids. She was making a good point, but he knew she was trying to manipulate him with sex. Not a bad way to do it, but nothing would make him not want to marry her in public. Not even her hot, wet mouth with full lips that kissed like a ball of fire. She knew her way around Nunzio’s penis, balls, and other body parts. But the idea of having everyone see how happy they were actually settled something in his soul.

Instead of responding, Nunzio remained silent as Nessa continued to work magic over his dick until he was almost ready to break apart.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, he found the strength to pull himself out of Nessa’s mouth and throw her onto her back. She giggled with the change in position, and Nunzio growled with desire.

Vanessa flipped herself over so her ass was high in the air. So he could take her from behind.

A low, appreciative growl escaped Nunzio’s throat as he glided past her lips into the slickest part of her body.

Nessa was always wet and ready for him.

She was so tight that he thought he might come from the vertical motion of pushing into her, but he collected himself with a few deep breaths, even as she moaned from the sensation of him connecting with her.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and found her clit. He brushed his finger back and forth. He found the small, hooded area between her legs and slid his finger into that sweet spot he knew could rattle her quickly.

Vanessa inhaled as Nunzio rubbed his finger gently at first. She clawed at the sheets and wriggled underneath him as they found a rhythm. Her ass slapped off the front of him. The sound only helped get the action more heated.

Nunzio pumped quicker inside of her, and Nessa squealed with delight and gratification. Nunzio’s breath quickened as her walls contracted around him. The thrill of feeling his bride spasm around him was too much for Nunzio. He let go of the tension inside and came. He screamed out in passion and released all of himself.

Vanessa pushed back on his shaft and locked herself in. She rode the wave of her orgasm into his.

Nunzio’s legs grew weak. He slid himself onto Nessa, pulled himself out of her, and flipped her over on top of him. They lay there for a few moments, collecting their breath and basking in the bliss of their wedding morning.

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