Needing to think of something else, I address Giuseppe who comes to take the cake back to be refrigerated. “Did you make this, Giuseppe?” Giuseppe and his assistants worked miracles on our meal.
“Yes, Mrs. Bianchi. Was it to your liking?” I can see the pride the man has about every meal he prepares. It’s clearly something that makes him smile.
“Thank you, Giuseppe. Everything has been perfectly delicious. And the cake—it’s incredible, and so much more than necessary.”
“Nonsense, you deserve the cake of a queen, but we must settle for this one.” He frowns, as if this cake wasn’t fantastic. Yes, it’s not as intricate or lavish and much smaller than the one I wanted, but he had hours to make it, not two weeks. It’s a miracle I got this beauty, and I’m pleased most thoroughly with the care he took in making it.
“Although I believe no one should disagree with my bride, I have to side with Giuseppe. I’m sorry that you weren’t given the wedding you should have had.” Domani caresses my cheek.
“Yes, we had a larger wedding for my driver and his wife,” Cormack says.
“Still, I’m pleased. Now, enough. I’m happy, and I’d love to change out of this gown because I’m so stuffed,” I say, pushing my chair back and standing up. I’ll take whatever excuse I can to get a moment alone with Domani.
Domani stands with me. “Goodnight everyone. Giuseppe, bring dinner up at nine.”
“Yes, Mr. Bianchi.”
“What? It’s only four,” I mutter as Domani leads me to the door.
“Wife, I’ve been more than generous with sharing you with our families.” He flips me over his shoulder. “We’ll see everyone at breakfast.” My brute of a husband carries me out of the dining room and upstairs.
“Um…I just ate.”
“Oh. Sorry, amore.” He sets me on my feet as we reach the top of the stairs.
“It’s fine, but being upside down, I need a moment.” I press my hand up to calm the tension coming from him.
“Are you well?” He cups my face tenderly, lifting my face to meet his gaze. The simple act heats up my entire body.
Smiling up at him, I nod. “Yes. I’m fine. Just a little full.”
“You’re about to be a lot full, but first, let me get you in our room to relax.” He wags his brows, making me giggle. I’m not as full as I’m playing at and suddenly, my stomach is fluttering for another reason. I’m nervous and excited about becoming his in every way tonight. All throughout lunch, I replayed what he said in my head. We’re on a level playing field.
Taking a deep breath, I enter our bedroom to see red rose petals leading to the bathroom and the bed. “Wow, you still made it so special.”
“It’s just a day early. I’ve been waiting for this moment for far too long.” He pulls me into his arms, gently kisses my lips, and then slides his mouth down to my neck, swiping his tongue along my pulse. Tilting my head, I give him more room as I cling to his biceps. Goodness, I’m in heaven and we’ve only gotten started.
“Come, let me undress you,” he whispers. I spin in his arms and then feel his knuckles lightly graze my bare back before reaching the zipper. He tugs the zipper down, which quickly gives way. With a slight wiggle, my gown cascades to the floor in a pool of gauzy material. Domani takes my hand as I step out of the white puddle, leaving me in just a pair of panties and my kitten heels. As he stands behind me, Domani grips my long hair in one hand, tilting my head to the side before he slowly brushes open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and down to my neck. “My wife, my queen. Mine,” he whispers reverently before nipping on my earlobe.
I lean back, resting on his broad chest, letting him feel his way all over my flesh and lighting up every nerve ending. He makes me feel so delicate, feminine, and safe as his fingers skim over my arms to my breasts. The feel of his hands cupping them, plucking lightly on my nipples, shatters any inhibitions. I moan with each squeeze, caress, and I need more. “Domani.” I don’t even recognize the whimper that crosses my lips. My longing is so real, so intense that I can’t stop the sounds coming from me.
“You’re so beautiful, Aria.” He spins me around and scoops me up in his arms, carrying me to our bed and laying me down with tender care. Tugging his tie loose, he tosses it onto the chair and then methodically he removes his clothes until he’s standing in front of me in just his black silk boxers covering his impressive length.
“Wow,” I murmur, staring at his impressive package.
“Thank you, Aria.” Climbing onto the bed, he straddles my body and brings his mouth to mine as we begin to kiss. No dreams, no fantasies have prepared me for this moment—the way his body presses into mine without squishing me, and the way his tongue slides down my torso.
“Domani.”
“Relax. I want to taste my wife’s pussy before I stretch out her perfectly tight core, filling her with my sons,” he commands and my body responds, gushing between my thighs as I open for him. He slinks down, grabbing the hem of my panties and yanks, tearing them from my body. He wastes no time getting down on his stomach as he swipes his tongue along my slit. My breath catches as pleasure shoots through me. His deft fingers tease my opening, pushing one digit inside me and testing my ability to stay in control. My hands dig into the mattress, clutching the sheets.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
“Domani, don’t stop.”
“Never.” I cry out, gripping his head with my thighs as I come on his tongue and fingers. He pumps into me as I squirt all over his face. Licking me once more, he pulls back and slides his boxers off, freeing that huge cock of his. I want it in me, but I’m not sure it’s gonna fit.
He kisses his way up my body until the tip is at my entrance. I take a deep breath before he pushes into me and then through my innocence. I cry out, feeling the burning stretch until his mouth claims mine. A moan slips out as I adjust. “Sorry, my queen. It will be over soon.”
“It’s getting better. You’re just so big.”
He chuckles and smiles. “Thank you.” We kiss as he moves slowly in and out. Finally the pain passes, and pleasure replaces it. “God, you’re so damn beautiful.”
I marvel at his handsome, muscular build, raking my nails over his biceps as he takes me, owns me. The sensation of being his fills me up as we both come. Domani clings to me, wrapping me up in his arms, and he flips onto his back so I rest on his broad chest where his heart beats out of control.
I thought I loved him before, but now I’m sure I’m in real danger of him destroying my heart.
****
We’ve been married a full week and I find myself always wanting to hunt my husband down and kiss his lips. That’s why I’m now sitting in the library reading a book, or at least trying to. I was supposed to help my mom sort through my things, but I kept getting distracted, so she sent me away and went to have tea with Mrs. Bianchi. I put down the book because it does no good when all I can do is think about Domani. I’m always thinking about him, which makes me pretty pathetic. I’ve been fascinated since the day in the limo, and now I’m his bride. One he’s already killed for. Franco died because he wanted me to the point of attacking the Bianchi Family.