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“I think you might pass out from lack of sleep, Adrian.”

“Then I want you to suck my dick and wake me back up,piccola diavola.Tomorrow, you’re going to be my wife.”

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ELENA

Adrian ripsmy wedding dress before we even get into our bedroom and I’m surprised the man hasn’t collapsed from lack of sleep yet.

His lips immediately find mine as his thick fingers fumble with the rest of the material that drapes over me. He’s been on me nonstop since we both saidI do. The man is insatiable, acting possessed as his lips never leave my skin in any capacity and Adrian has referenced me as hiswifeseveral times since getting home.

“Where do you wanna go?” he asks against the column of my throat. “Anywhere in the world,piccola diavola.”

“For what, husband?”

He growls his approval, sending the hairs on my arms on end with excitement. “For our honeymoon.”

My eyes pop open a little bit. “We’re going on a honeymoon?”

“You didn’t think that I was just going to marry and fuck you all week, did you?”

I mean…the man is insanely alpha and sex-craved.

“Surprised me,” I whisper against the shell of his ear, making him shiver at my words. “As long as there’s water and sun.”

“Done.” He sucks on my neck before gently pushing me to the mattress of our bed. His broad frame covered in an all-black suit that shrouds his muscles towers over me as he inspects every inch. “I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life.”

My heart skips a beat as I spread my thighs to bring him closer, and he immediately takes the bait, nestling his body between my thighs and keeping most of his weight off me with his elbows.

“You’ve made me one lucky bastard today,piccola diavola. I’ll do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman alive.”

I smile. “I know. But I need a favor.”

“Anything.”

“I need to use you.”

A sinister smirk coils at the corners of his lips. “You in a hurry?”

“No.” I chuckle, smacking at his chest. “I mean as a test dummy.”

“Are we doing some kinky-ass shit tonight, Elena? Because I’m down to tie you to the bedpost of this bed and?—”

“For my bakery.” Adrian immediately frowns in disappointment and I can’t wipe the grin off my face from how his mind went all the way out in left field. “I have this thing I want to do for Christmas?—”

“It’s June.”

“And,” I continue through his interruption. “I want to compete in this contest.”

“You’re gonna be six months pregnant.”

“Uh-uh,” I chide through narrowed eyes. “I’m not going to go on bedrest tomorrow because I’m pregnant.”

“It’s a lot.”

“I need you to taste the things I want to enter.”

“I can, but?—”

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