Page 56 of Temptation

“Ah,” I moan as he plunges his cock inside me all the way, and I do everything to meet each of his thrusts. There is no holding back as his thrusts become harder and faster, and between his ragged breaths, he whispers filthy words into my ear. I feel like every fiber of my body is on fire as a powerful orgasm rushes into my system. Soon after, I hear his breathing shift, followed by a savage growl as he fills me with his seed.

“I love you,” he whispers against my skin as he pulls me into his arms, holding me close.

“Do you need anything?” Marcello’s voice is filled with genuine concern as he stands by the door, his eyes searching mine. The warmth in his gaze is a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions churning inside me.

“No. I am fine, really,” I assure him, even though my insides are a tangled mess of nerves, a storm of emotions threatening to break free. I inhale deeply, savoring the cool, crisp air filling my lungs, and then exhale slowly, deliberately, in an attempt to steady my fluttering heart. “I’ll be outside in a minute,” I add with a shaky smile. Fabrizio’s brother nods before leaving mealone to gather myself. As the door clicks shut behind him, I turn back to the mirror for one last look. My reflection stares back, a vision in white, dressed in the most exquisite wedding dress I could have ever imagined. The mermaid cut hugs my figure, accentuating my curves in all the right places, while the delicate lacy fabric bestows an air of elegance and timeless beauty upon my dream attire. I smooth down the length of the dress with trembling hands, feeling the intricate patterns of lace and beadwork beneath my fingertips. Another deep breath, meant to calm, only stirs the butterflies in my stomach even more. There isn’t a single doubt in my mind that this is what I want, yet the nervousness bubbling inside me is unexpected and overwhelming. With a determined effort, I reach for the door handle, my hand shaking slightly. When I step out, Marcello and Flynn are waiting for me. Marcello had kindly offered to walk me down the aisle, but Flynn, with his father’s stubborn determination, insisted he would be the one to do it. The little boy stands proudly beside his uncle, dressed in a perfectly fitting little suit, a wide grin spreading across his face.

“Oh,” he exclaims, his eyes sparkling with admiration. “You look like one of Maddy’s princesses.”

“Thank you, Flynn,” I say, crouching down so my skirt pools around me in a cascade of white fabric. “And look at you. You look very dapper yourself.” Flynn beams and spins around, showing off his festive attire. His proud smile is infectious, and I can’t help but laugh, even as I feel the sting of tears threatening to spill. I knew today would be emotional, but I didn’t expect to be on the verge of tears already. Before my emotions can get the better of me, I rise to my feet and extend my hand to Flynn. “Come on, let’s go marry your daddy.

“You know what to do, right, little man?” Flynn squeezes my hand tightly and nods eagerly at his uncle. “Good,” Marcello says with a wink before leaving us with a laugh. I’ve only seenFabrizio’s brother a few times, and he always seemed so tense and serious. Today, however, he exudes a carefree happiness that suits him well, a lightness that mirrors the spirit of the day. Flynn tugs on my arm, pulling me from my thoughts, and together we walk down the stairs, through the beautifully decorated living room, and out into the garden. The house, usually a place of quiet elegance, has been transformed into a fairytale setting. Every corner is adorned with flowers, ribbons, and delicate lights, creating an atmosphere of romance and celebration.

As we step outside, I gasp at the breathtaking scene before me. The arrangements for the wedding are even more beautiful than I had imagined. White and pink flowers adorn the entire setup, creating an enchanting ambiance that feels both intimate and grand. On either side of the aisle, our guests rise to their feet at my entrance, their faces beaming with joy and anticipation. I see familiar faces among the crowd—my friends, my two dear cousins, and members of Fabrizio’s family, including some men who might be his business partners.

Their dark suits create a striking contrast to the bright floral arrangements, adding a touch of formality to the otherwise whimsical scene. At the end of the aisle stands Fabrizio, waiting patiently with Maddy by his side. He has exchanged his usual dark attire for a tailored ebony three-piece suit that fits him perfectly. His shirt, crisp and black, matches the suit, and the silk tie he wears is a deep blue, mirroring the intensity of his eyes. Those eyes, burning with emotion, are locked onto mine as I slowly make my way towards him. In that moment, memories flood my mind. The brutal man who once took me prisoner. The vile criminal who once ruled with an iron fist. Yet, standing there, he is also the devoted father, the loving husband, and the undeniable love of my life. Each step brings me closer to him, and with every stride, the past fades further away, leaving onlythe future that awaits us. The transformation in Fabrizio, from a man of darkness to one of light, encapsulates the journey we have both undertaken. It is a testament to the power of love, redemption, and the possibility of change.

As the bedroom door clicks shut behind us, a giddy thrill surges through me, and I can’t help but burst into a bubbly, playful laugh. “You know, you’re just supposed to carry me over the threshold, not through the entire house!” I tease, my tone light and full of amusement. Fabrizio’s eyes twinkle with a mischievous glint, his smirk growing.

“Since when do I ever follow the rules?” he retorts, his voice a delicious blend of amusement and defiance. He gently places me on my feet beside the bed, his strong arms releasing me with a careful, almost reluctant tenderness. As soon as I’m standing, he steps back, his gaze traveling up and down my body with an intensity that makes my heart race.

“The dress looks stunning on you,” he murmurs appreciatively, his voice a deep, resonant rumble. “What a shame I might have to tear it to shreds to get you naked as quickly as possible.” I chuckle, turning around and brushing my hair over my shoulder, a playful glint in my eyes.

“Or you could try being a bit more civilized?” I suggest, my voice a soft purr. A delicious shudder runs through my body as I sense his presence behind me, his breath hot on my neck. His lips find my skin, kissing and nibbling softly, each touch sending waves of pleasure through me. My head tilts to the side, granting him better access as he continues his tender assault. “Hmm,” I moan, my hardened nipples pressing against the fabric of mydress, betraying my arousal. Fabrizio drags his teeth down the side of my neck before biting gently, the sensation both thrilling and arousing. As he eases down the straps, the fabric glides to my waist, and his fingers dance over the delicate lingerie I’m wearing.

“That’s enough of being civilized for one night,” he growls, and with one swift motion, my dress lands on the floor, pooling around my ankles. He turns me to face him, capturing my mouth in a breathtaking kiss, a primal growl erupting from deep within him as he tugs on my underwear. I push his jacket over his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. When I undo his tie, I let the silky material glide through my fingers, savoring the sensation.

“What do you think about letting me take the lead tonight?” I ask, looking up at him through my lashes, nibbling on my bottom lip. Fabrizio raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I already told you, you’ll never be in charge,” he replies, brushing his lips across mine. “But I might let you have a bit of fun tonight.” I bite his lower lip before slipping my tongue inside his mouth, fully intending to take what I want tonight. My hands glide down Fabrizio’s naked torso, enjoying the heat of his skin under my fingertips before cupping his erection pressing against the zipper of his pants.

“Only a bit?” I tease. The only answer I get is a low growl as I continue to rub my hand across his hard cock. As I start unbuckling his belt, he reaches between my thighs, shoving the thin lace of my thong aside. But I step back before his fingers can touch my wetness. “I thought I get to play now?” I say with a grin, pulling down his pants and boxers in one swift motion. “Get on the bed.” Keeping his gaze locked with mine, he climbs onto the bed, settling into a half-sitting position, his back resting against the numerous pillows adorning our bed. He brings his hands behind his head, sucking his lower lip into his mouth as hewatches me slowly peel off the lacy lingerie. When the last piece of fabric hits the floor, I crawl onto the bed, kneeling over his lap. Fabrizio reaches for me, sliding his hands up and down my thighs, an innocent touch that still sends a chill down my spine. I adjust my hips until I’m hovering right over his cock. I bite my lip as I sink down on his lap, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He yanks my hips down, embedding himself inside me at once. “Fuck,” I groan, leaning forward and dragging my nails down his torso. Painfully slow, I move upward until only the head of his cock remains inside me before sinking down again.

“You shouldn’t tease me like this,” he warns, his voice strained with need.

“I’m not teasing. I’m just enjoying being on top for now,” I reply, my lips curling into a grin as I continue moving up and down his erection, torturously slow.

While the slow movements feel like torture, seeing his eyes grow darker, his face twisting with need, makes it worth my while. Pressing my hands against his chest, I move up again, but immediately, he grabs my hips and yanks me all the way back down.

“That still doesn’t mean you’re in charge here,” he growls, his thumb finding my clit and flicking back and forth. As pleasure sears through my body, I throw my head back with a moan, circling my hips to match the rhythm of his fingers. Just before I fall over the edge, his fingers dig into my waist, hauling me off of him. Before my back even touches the mattress, Fabrizio’s body covers mine, and his mouth crashes down on mine.

“What are you doing?” I murmur against his lips, my voice breathless.

“Enjoying my wife,” he replies, sinking his cock back inside me, thrusting in and out relentlessly until we both spiral over the edge together. Fabrizio’s heavy breath caresses the skinon my shoulder as he holds me tight against his chest. I can feel the strong, rhythmic beating of his heart against my bare back. When I finally find the energy to move again, I turn around, placing my head on his chest. He caresses my back as I let my fingertips glide up and down his chest, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around us like a warm blanket. His movements stop as he clears his throat, and I tilt my head up, pressing a kiss to his jaw. A lump forms in the pit of my stomach at the look in his eyes. I can’t quite put a finger on it, but the slight shimmer of worry crossing his face is unsettling. He takes a deep breath, turning to his side, leaning on his arm, and gazing down at me. I can tell he’s uncomfortable before he even starts to speak, but as soon as the words spill from his mouth, I no longer care about his comfort.

“You have actually never told me why you think you can’t have children…”

“Think?” I echo, my voice trembling. Did he really just saythink? My heartbeat picks up, panic rising inside me, a tingling feeling starting in my toes and quickly crawling up my body. This is not how I pictured my wedding night. It’s easy to figure that a man like him would want many more children. Yet, I thought I had been clear enough that it wouldn’t happen. At least not with me. The familiar feeling of dread and inferiority creeps into my body.

“I-I don’t really want to talk about this right now,” I stammer. His hand still rests on my flat belly. I start to pull away, but I can’t move an inch with one of his hands around my wrist and the other gripping my waist.

“We will have to talk about it, though,” he insists.

“Why?” I snap, anger superseding my discomfort. “Let go of me.”

“I know you’ve been stressed because of the wedding the last couple of days,” he begins. “What’s that got to do with anything—”

“You haven’t realized you’re overdue? Like… a lot?” I don’t know which part of his statement shocks me more: the fact that he kept track of my cycle or the realization that he’s right.

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