“Leave it open,” I tell him. I want to feel the warm breeze on my bare skin, and I don’t mind if the whole city hears me calling his name as he makes love to me for the first time. The way I see it, it’s a declaration of my commitment, a claiming of my man beyond the vows of marriage.
He obeys without hesitation, crossing the room instead and placing me gently on the giant bed. I don’t plan on leaving it all night. Tomorrow, we can deal with everyone else. Tonight is for us.
Theo pulls off his shirt, revealing lean, sculpted abs and strong arms. On his shoulder is a tattoo of a crown. As he crawls on top me, I run my fingers over it.
“What’s this?” I ask.
He doesn’t take his eyes off mine as he replies. “A reminder of who I am.”
“A prince?”
“Your prince now.” Hovering over me, he lowers his lips to mine.
We kiss slowly, savoring each other, tasting and biting. I run my hands over his bare chest and back, tracing every line, committing him to memory. When I touch his ribs, he hisses, and I pull away to see a bruise there. I push him over onto his back and kneel over him, brushing my lips over the bruise and then tracing all the numerous small scars as if my touch can heal them. I don’t have to ask to know that they’re evidence of our families’ rivalry.
Our hands and mouths explore each other’s bodies, finding what makes the other person moan or squirm or giggle. Outside, a car honks, and there’s the rumble of a sliding balcony door from a room nearby, but it doesn’t deter us. If anything, it only makes this more exciting.
My dress is already bunched up around my hips, and he pulls it over my head, leaving me in my white lace bra and panties. He palms my breasts and teases each aching nipple through the thin material until they’re hard points. Each touch sends pleasure shooting through my center. Finally, he reaches around and unclasps my bra, and I toss it to the side. His hands are rough and warm against my sensitive skin, drawing moans of pleasure from me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “The most beautiful woman in the world.” With the way he’s looking at me and the way I feel, I believe him.
I reach between us and unbutton his pants, sliding my hand inside to grasp his hard, silky length. He groans and thrusts against my hand, biting down on my shoulder. It feels empowering to give him so much pleasure with just a touch. Encouraged, I squeeze him tighter, stroking as he worships my breasts. I grind against his leg, desperate for contact to alleviate the throbbing pressure.
But I don’t have to wait long. With a growl, Theo grabs my ass and lifts, moving me up the bed until I’m straddling his face. Startled, I look down at him, but he’s not looking at my face. He’s studying my pussy like he’s a starving man and it’s his last meal. He moves aside my panties with one hand and licks my slit from back to front. I cry out and fall forward against the headboard, but his hands grasp my hips, keeping me in place while he works magic with his tongue. It feels like he’s everywhere at once, and when I squirm, his grip on my hips only tightens. I am completely at his mercy. One hundred percent his.
“Theo!” I cry as my body finally cracks under the pressure, sending pulses of pleasure through my core. My legs trembling, I release the bed, twining my hands instead through his hair to hold myself steady. My eyes are closed, and fireworks of color burst behind the lids.
As my orgasm subsides, Theo releases my legs and works his pants down his hips. I slide down his body, positioning his hard length at my entrance. He pushes lightly, making me gasp. When I lean down to kiss him, I taste my juices on his lips, sweet and a little sour. He moans and his eyes drift closed as I lower myself onto him slowly. I roll my hips, savoring the fullness between my legs. We’re both breathing hard now, and Theo stares up at me, his eyes dark with desire. His fingers dig into my thighs like he’s trying to keep himself under control.
A breeze from the open doors sensually tickles my bare shoulders. Leaning back, I brace myself on his thighs and slide up and down on him, moving faster as the wet warmth between us grows. I ride him faster and faster until, with a curse, Theo sits up, his arms going around my waist, pulling me against him. Our mouths crash together as his hands splay across my back, urging me to move harder and faster against him. Our bodies slide together, slick with sweat. Gone is the lazy easiness between us, and in its place, an urgent anticipation.
He pushes me onto my back and rises over me, driving into me hard enough that the erotic sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room, drowning out the symphony of cars on the street down below. He tucks my knees up, pushing himself deeper inside of me. My nails scrape the flesh of his arms, adding to his wounds. I cry out, racing toward the finish line with him.
“Touch yourself,” he commands breathlessly. “Come with me.”
I do as I’m told, reaching between us to find my clit and rubbing small, fast circles as he pounds desperately into me. The sensitive bud pulses beneath my fingers, and I dig the nails of my free hand into his back.
“I’m coming,” I gasp. My legs tighten around his hips, and my muscles contract around him as the orgasm washes over me.
A few seconds later, he cries my name and presses himself deep inside of me. The warmth of our climax floods me and leaks between my legs as he pulls out and pushes back inside again before going still.
Both of us are panting and drenched with sweat as he collapses on top of me, crushing me against the plush mattress.
“Wow,” he says, staring down at me and brushing my wet hair off of my face.
“Wow,” I agree. The chemistry between us has been intense and unreal from the first moment, and it’s only heightened in the throes of passion. I don’t know if I will ever get enough of him.
After cleaning up and finishing the champagne on the balcony, we make love again before falling into an easy sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
♦ ♦ ♦
The next morning, I wake up to the sound of running water. Through the still open balcony doors, I see a cloudy, gray sky. Standing on deliciously sore legs, I wander into the bathroom to find Theo running a bath. I watch as he empties a cap of bubble bath into the running water and dips his fingers in to check the temperature. Wrapping my arms around him, I kiss the back of his neck.
He turns in my grasp, smiling. “Good morning, Mrs. Latsis.” His hands slide down my naked back and squeeze my ass.
I smile back, pushing up on tiptoes to kiss him. “Good morning, husband.”
We climb into the bath together and take turns washing each other. Then, he pulls me onto his lap, and we join together again. I ride him slower, determined to take my time and savor every moment. Who knows what will happen when we leave this room? We’ll have to tell our families about our marriage. How will our parents react? Our cousins? I have no doubt that things will get worse before they get better, so I’m not ready to leave our little sanctuary yet.
We order breakfast and eat it in bed, watching television and debating over the best shows, the best foods, the best music. I’m pleased to find that our tastes are remarkably similar. I teach him some naughty words in Italian, and he teaches me the names of some of the more important Oakwood City families. But after a couple hours of lounging happily, there’s no denying that it’s time to get up, get ready, and face the consequences of our actions.