Page 73 of DeLucas After Dark

“So, there is going to be a wedding?” Champion asks.

“Yes!” I exclaim, and she instantly jerks me up and pulls me into my dressing room to start working on me.

It’s not long before the women in Marco’s family join us, and it’s one big happy party with everyone chattering away.

Another knock sounds at the door, and Marco pushes it open.

“Ladies, can I have a minute?” his gaze is on me.

“You can’t see her before the wedding!” my mother protests.

“Marco, be patient,” his mother pleads.

A low rumble pushes from his throat, and he doesn’t say a word, neither does he break our gaze.

“Please. Can you all give us a moment,” I plead as my heart roars to life in my chest.

There’s a lot of fussing, but eventually, everyone clears out of the room.

Marco’s leaning against the doorjamb, staring at me. He’s beautiful in his suit with his hair slicked back.

“Come here,” I whisper.

He pushes off the door jamb and says, “I remember meeting you in another room similar to this one almost two years ago. Difference was you had on your wedding dress.”

I loop my arms around his neck. “Thank you for what you’re doing. My gown is gorgeous!”

“Glad you love it.”

“And thank you for saving my life that day. I don’t know if I’d have had the courage to do what I did if you hadn’t shown up.”

“Glad I did,” he says, kneeling before me.

“Marco! You’re going to ruin that suit.”

He winks. “It’ll be worth every lick,” he says, parting my sex under my dressing gown and licking me. “Every suck,” I groan at his words and his lips on my clit. “And every nip,” he growls before consuming me.

My hands go to his shoulders, and I work hard to steady myself, but Marco lifts me and carries me to the bed. Splayed out on the bed, I watch as he buries himself between my legs and puts in the work. My back arches, and I pump hard and fast, feeding him my pussy until he’s the one moaning, and I’m grabbing a pillow to muffle my screams.

Marco feasts greedily until I’m thrashing wildly on the bed. When he sits up, he rocks back on his heels, and I smirk at his shiny beard, lips, and mustache.

“Got a little something there,” I say, swiping my finger to indicate the area I’m referencing.

He winks. “Just the way I like it. See you at the altar, Ms. Chambers?”

“See you at the altar, Mr. DeLuca,” I smirk as he licks his lips and saunters from the room with me still on him.

MARCO

Our cabin is in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Georgia, at Brasstown Bald. We have a perfect view of the snow-covered mountains from our backyard and any room in the house.

A wooden walkway has been erected to lead Piper from the house to where I’m standing at the gazebo near a cliff that looks over a ledge. Large, snow-covered beech and pine trees surround us on two sides.

Heaters are set up all around to combat the cold, wintry temperatures to make sure our guests are comfortable. They were all served hot cider, hot toddy, or hot chocolate upon their arrival. Warm blankets were on the backs of each chair that had been set up to help ward off the cold.

The wooden walkway is lined with candles and poinsettias. A large arch crafted from Juniper bushes is decorated with white Christmas roses and poinsettias.

I know she’ll love the fragrant aroma the Juniper bushes create. My heart thuds again, and I look at Massimo just as he bobs his head towards the glass French doors leading from the family room to the outdoors.

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