Page 78 of DeLucas After Dark

I stand as Piper joins us. I say to her parents, “Benvenuto in famiglia.”

They both look perplexed.

“He says welcome to the family,” Piper says.

I lift my brandy snifter, take a sip, and smile before I leave with my wife.

“May I have this dance?”

“You know, you are kind of cute and charming, but you’ve got some explaining to do.”

“And I will, baby. Relax,” I say.

Surprisingly, she does as she rests her head against my chest. I drop my chin on top of her head and hold her hand in mine as we dance around the large floor. Our family and friends surround us, and I couldn’t ask for more.

PIPER

It’s Christmas morning. As I lay in my bed beside my husband, I think about the events of the last couple of days. I’m still shaken about the shooting incident, but I trust my husband to protect me. Our wedding day was full of excitement, stress, outrage, and, eventually, bonding.

Everyone stayed in our cabin overnight and returned home the next day, except for Marco’s family, who are still here.

My parents were reluctant to leave me and made me promise to answer every call and text. It will take some time for my parents to come around and accept my decision. I don’t think they will ever embrace Marco the way they embraced my sister-in-law, Samaria. That’s fine with me as long as they respect him.

We welcomed Christmas morning with Mass at a nearby Catholic church. It was humorous to me to see the DeLuca men’s bodyguards and Marco’s entire team surrounding the church inside and out while other parishioners looked on with curiosity. He refused to allow their normal Christmas tradition to be hampered by the assault that took place on our wedding day.

Marco runs a hand down my thigh as he pushes up on his elbow and moves over me. I spread my legs wide, smiling at my husband, my lover, my friend.

I’m still ecstatic that we’ve said I do, and despite the catastrophic events of our wedding day, I don’t regret taking those vows.

“You made me so proud,” I say, looping my arms around his neck.

“How’s that?”

“The way that you stood your ground with my parents but still respected them. I know they can be difficult, and I know it wasn’t easy for you, but you gave me my dream wedding.”

He kisses my lips. “I just want you to be happy.”

“Who were those men that invaded our wedding? You never told me, and why did they come here to—”

“Shhh,” he says, kissing my lips again. “You know that I won’t talk with you about that. You only need to know they’ve been handled. Those men who came on the grounds will never be a problem for us again.”

“Yeah…because you guys killed them.”

“You have a problem with that?”

I twist my lips and say, “Really, Mr. DeLuca? I’d expect that if there’s ever someone who attacks our family, you’d handle it.”

He breaks free from my embrace and roams down my body, parting my legs and slicking his finger across my heat. His tongue is like a cool breeze on a scorching day. My legs gap wider as he props my legs over his shoulders and burrows into my pussy like a beaver in a hole.

My back arches high off the bed, and I grip the sheets, rocking my hips forward to cement the connection between his mouth and me. Marco’s large hand presses on my abdomen, pushing me back down on the bed.

His muscular arms are a gripping force that keeps me in place as he dines on me. My fingers tangle in his hair as I enjoy the way my husband eats me out, satisfies my desire, and makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.

He’s always been good at this, but there’s something about him doing it as my husband that makes it even more special. I’ve noticed that every day since we married. It’s better, hotter, sexier and drives me insane.

When I finally cum, Marco cleans me up with his lips and tongue before he hovers above me again and kisses me deeply. I moan into his mouth, gripping his dick through his underwear.

Jerking his underwear over his ass Marco knees my legs apart and enters me sweetly. He releases a deep sigh as he closes his eyes, and his head drops.

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