Chapter Thirty-Nine

After Greta woke from her nightmare in the early morning hours, I didn’t fall back asleep, but she slept until our alarm rang. Traditions didn’t even allow newlyweds to sleep in. You couldn’t expect the relatives to wait until lunch to see the sheets after all.

I untangled myself carefully from Greta who hadn’t heard the alarm and slid my legs out of bed. With a last look at Greta’s sleeping form, I headed into the bathroom. I took a quick shower to get rid of the blood on my cock and to clear my head from my dark thoughts that had followed Greta’s nightmare.

I was glad Nevio had killed Cressida. Maybe I would have held back because she was a woman. I doubted Nevio had had these qualms.

I was rubbing my body dry when Greta appeared in the doorway, dressed in a fluffy white bathrobe that seemed to swallow her small frame. She gave me a sleepy smile and tiptoed toward me, wincing on occasion.

“Are you sore?”

She gave a nod. Then her gaze traveled along my naked body. “I wish I wasn’t.”

I grinned and hoisted her on the washstand. I got down on one knee. “Show me.” My voice was rough and low.

Greta’s brows rose a fraction but she parted her bathrobe. I touched her knees and pushed them apart. Blood had dried on the insides of Greta’s thighs and her pussy lips, which were still swollen and so was her entrance.

Seeing the proof of last night, knowing I’d finally made Greta mine in the last way that had been missing, I released a harsh breath.

“It’s not that bad anymore.”

I nodded.

“I need to get cleaned up.” She was about to close her legs but I touched the insides of her knees and locked gazes with her. “Let me.”

Greta licked her lips. “Really?”

“Hmm,” I ran my nose over the soft skin of her inner thigh. The metallic tang of blood mixed with the sweetness of Greta’s arousal and my very own scent. Even her pussy smelled of me. A guttural groan left me.

It was a primal need, to taste her now, like this, her pussy still swollen and bloody from my cock’s claiming last night.

Greta touched my head lightly, almost shyly but I could feel her searching gaze on me.

I cast my eyes up when I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along the trace of dried blood from the curve of her ass to her clit. “You taste like mine.”

Her fingers tightened in my hair when I slipped my tongue between her pussy lips, thoroughly tasting her. Soon the metallic tang was replaced by the warmer, muskier aroma of her lust which coated my lips and tongue.

I couldn’t resist. I pressed my tongue firmly against her sore opening. Her body resisted the pressure, but I needed more. Tilting my head and opening my mouth wider, I increased the pressure until the tip of my tongue finally forced Greta’s pussy to surrender. Her walls closed around my tongue and the taste of her—sweet, musky, tangy, metallic—bloomed heavily in my mouth. I greedily soaked it up as I fucked her with my tongue. She was tense at first. The primal need to claim her again was too strong to allow me to stop.

I held Greta’s gaze, telling her with my eyes that she was mine as my tongue parted her swollen opening again and again. “Amo,” she whimpered. A little pain and plenty of lust.

Soon her lust ran down my chin as she gripped my hair with one hand while the other clung to the sink.

“Give me everything,” I rasped and she arched up with a cry. I closed my lips around her clit as her pussy pulsated against me, her arousal dripping down onto the floor.

My breathing was harsh and my cock so stiff it was excruciating. I pulled away. Greta’s pussy still twitched, glistening and even more swollen than before.

Greta stroked my hair, swallowing. She smiled down at me in wonder. “Every time you taste me, I feel so worshipped, but today was special. Thank you for this.”

“My pleasure,” I rasped.

She bit her lip as her gaze dipped lower to my cock. “You can have me if you want.”

I rubbed my thumb very lightly over her pussy. I could tell how tender it was. If I took her now, it would be as painful as last night, if not worse. I leaned forward and kissed her sore flesh. “Not today.”

There would be plenty of times for me to claim her in the future and I had every intention of doing so at every possible chance.

I glanced at my watch and cursed. Greta followed my gaze. “We only have five minutes before the old hawks from my father’s side of the family will descend on us to gather the sheets.”

Greta gave me a worried look. “The blood.”

“Get ready, I’ll take care of the blood.”

After a quick kiss, I went into the bedroom and picked up the towel, stuffing it into my suitcase. I didn’t trust the cleaning staff not to do some shit with it. I’d burn it later at home.

I grabbed my knife from the nightstand and brought the tip down on my upper arm. Once I’d spread some blood on the sheets to create a satisfying image, I got dressed. Not a moment too soon because a knock sounded. I opened the door and allowed my aunts and some wives from traditional families to gather Greta’s dress and the bloody sheets.

Gianna stepped in their way when they tried to leave. “You realize how misogynistic this tradition is, right?”

“It is a tradition we all agreed on. Even your daughter will have to follow it,” one of the women said haughtily.

“Over my dead body.” The women pushed past Gianna who glared at their backs.

Mom and Serafina lingered in the hallway, not bothering to be part of this show. Mom gave me a sympathetic smile.

“I really hope this was fake,” Gianna said with a warning look at me. She turned on her heel and stalked away.

Mom poked her head in, and Serafina hovered beside her. “Everything okay?”

“You can ask Greta yourself,” I said with a knowing look. I doubted Mom or Serafina were worried about my wellbeing, and I couldn’t really blame them.

When Greta emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a white dress with red polka-dots and red flats, her eyes grew wide at the sight of our mothers hovering in the entrance area of the suite. “Is everything okay?”

Mom laughed and exchanged a look with Serafina, who said, “That’s what we were going to ask you.”

“Oh,” Greta said, her cheeks blushing, and a pleased smile parted her lips.

“No words necessary after that look,” Serafina said, flushing too. “I guess we’ll give you another moment. But you should be downstairs in ten minutes.”

With a wave, they disappeared, closing the door after them.

I pulled Greta against me. “It’s a pity that we still have social responsibilities. But we have to face the wolves now.”

“Are you referring to my family?”

“Definitely. Don’t tell me you think they won’t cause a major scene at the presentation of the sheets.”

Greta looked sheepish. “They are protective, but sometimes they behave.”

Of course, I was right. I could already feel the Falcone bunch buzz with angry energy when Greta and I entered the room. They probably would have questioned her right away if my old aunts hadn’t sauntered into the ballroom in that moment, carrying the sheets as if they were a hard-won treasure.

The blood-stained sheet spanned between the two as they turned to the crowd. I glanced at the Falcones. Nevio stood slowly, pulled his knife while Massimo poured liquid from a flask on a cloth napkin, which Nevio pierced with the blade, and Alessio lit it up with a lighter. Greta followed my gaze and so did a few others, like my dad, Matteo and Remo. Nobody did anything.

Nevio hurtled the knife with practiced precision through the room so it cut through the sheet and let it burst into flames.

My aunts and the other women around it let out screams and dropped the burning sheet. Soon the carpet was burning too.

“If someone still wants to see blood, they can come to me and I’ll show them their own!” Nevio shouted while the fire spread on the carpet.

With a howl the fire alarm began and a moment later water exploded from the sprinklers above our heads, extinguishing the fire and bathing us in cold water.

“I knew it,” I muttered.

Greta peered up at me with an embarrassed smile, her hair plastered to her face. Soon her dress became see-through. I removed my jacket and draped it over her shoulder.

“I knew it would never get boring with you.”

Greta laughed and together we watched as most guests began to rush out of the room. Nevio perched on the edge of the table and toasted us with the flask before he took a deep gulp. He looked as if he was still hungover from last night. As long as he didn’t cause more problems than this, I could deal with it.

All that mattered now was that Greta was my wife and that we’d be leaving for our honeymoon in Spain tomorrow.

I anchored our yacht near a bay that was supposed to be one of the most beautiful in Ibiza. We’d been cruising the Mediterranean for the last twenty-four hours. I headed toward the bow of the boat and watched people milling on the beach or splashing in the clear-blue ocean.

Many of them were stark-naked. This was Ibiza for you. I shook my head with a wry smile. Soft footfall sounded and my smile broadened.

“I can’t wait to take a dip,” Greta said. I was glad Remo had insisted she learned to swim after she jumped into the Hudson. I turned and froze. Greta was completely naked, every gorgeous inch of her. Rust colored nipples perky, and the triangle of soft curls on her mound teasing me.

“I thought you want to head to the beach?” I said, unable to tear my eyes from my gorgeous wife.

Greta nodded, her gaze moving past me to the coastline. “It’s a nude beach.”

Possessiveness roared its furious head. “You won’t walk around naked in front of anyone but me.”

Greta tilted her head in that pensive way of hers, her dark brows bridging and a smile playing around her heart-shaped mouth. “It’s just skin and body hair. It doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t change that I’m yours.”

I stalked toward her and grabbed her face between my hands before I planted a kiss on her mouth. “Mine. Only mine. I don’t want anyone to see you but me.”

“Amo,” Greta began but I silenced her with another kiss before I lowered my head and snatched one nipple between my lips, sucking sharply then whispered. “Mine.”

I sank to my knees and left kisses on every inch of her belly then lower. “Mine.”

She leaned against the rail, holding onto my head, and her lips parted in a soft moan when my tongue dove between her folds to get my very first taste of the day. For a while, I teased her like that, only lightly fluttering over her sensitive nub, never giving her what she needed.

I pulled back and peered up at her lust-hooded eyes. “Ride my face.”

Her fingers around the rail tightened and she rose on her tiptoes, her leg muscles tightening before she lowered her pussy fully to my waiting mouth.

The softness of her pussy against my mouth made me groan. Greta moaned softly as I stroked her puffy lips before I parted them, wanting to get a deeper taste.

The moment her sweetness bloomed on my tongue my cock twitched and I groaned.

“Amo,” she whispered in awe as she always did when I worshipped her pussy, which I would do very often. I loved everything about eating her out, her taste, the softness of her folds, her moans, the flood of juices when she came.

“I love it when you do this. My entire body feels as if it might splinter into a million pieces from the sensations, but I’m not afraid, because I know you’ll hold me together.”

I would, until my last breath. My tongue moved faster and Greta was beginning to sway, almost as if she were in a trance. She released the rail, balancing on her tiptoes for a moment, almost suspended in the air before my hands shot up and our fingers interlinked. She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back, trusting in me to hold her up as I gave her pleasure. She settled fully on my face allowing my lips to enclose her pussy fully and my tongue to fuck her deeply. She arched her back, her fingers tightening against mine and a cry tore from her body that I hadn’t thought possible from someone as frail looking. She rocked back and forth, and her lust dripped on my tongue. I licked it up eagerly until her rocking slowed and eventually stopped altogether. I kissed every inch of her pussy and inner thighs before I let her lean back against the rail. I shoved to my feet and pushed down my boxers, then kicked them away carelessly. I lifted Greta up on the railing and parted her legs with my hips. Greta gripped my shoulders, her gaze dipping to my cock which I stroked along her folds. I teased her for a while before I entered her with my tip. She held her breath like the first two times we’d had sex. She was still so incredibly tight that it took every ounce of control I possessed to cause her as little pain as possible, but she urged me on with her heels on my ass until I was buried all the way inside of her.

We both groaned and stayed like this for a moment. I grabbed Greta’s ass, loving the feel of it in my palms as I lifted her off the railing.

I loved how she was so much smaller than me that I could carry her in my arms with my cock buried deep inside of her. Holding her up, I found my balance before I began to thrust into her from below. My arms helped Greta bounce up and down on my cock, driving it deeply into her. With the sunshine on our skin and the soft whooshing of the ocean this felt like a dream, one I never wanted to wake up from.

I clung to Amo as he pushed into me deeper than before. This was only my third time and my body was still not accustomed to the penetration.

My eyes widened at another even deeper thrust. The stretching sensation was intense, painful, but beneath the discomfort pleasure was building.

With a searing kiss, Amo walked over to the lounge area of the yacht and lowered me on it, never pulling out of me. Once we’d settled on the soft leather, he began to thrust into me at a faster pace. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, focusing on the pleasure spikes between the twinges.

Every moan from my lips seemed to spur Amo on and made him speed up even more. He looked at my face as he pushed up halfway on his elbow and snuck a hand between us. He began rubbing my clit while he thrust into me.

I loved the feel of Amo’s body on top of me, his utter strength, the power behind every thrust.

“I want you to come this time,” he growled.

I wanted that too, but I wasn’t sure if it was going to happen. Amo slowed and kissed me gently, his tongue teasing mine. He pushed up, pulling out of me and rolled on his back. “Sit on my face.”

I climbed up his body until I hovered over his mouth. Gripping the railing, I lowered myself to Amo’s mouth. I let out a low moan when his tongue parted me, stroking along my already sensitive flesh. I propped my arms up on the railing and put my chin down on it, my eyes on the glittering waves as I succumbed to Amo’s pleasurable teasing. His tongue was almost playful, switching between firm pressure and feather-light strokes that made my toes curl in the best way.

I barely moved, too caught up in the pleasure. Amo’s palms cupped my ass, massaging my cheeks as he guided my movements. I squeezed my eyes shut, my moans reverberating through my body.

“Amo!”

I was getting closer and closer. Amo lifted me off his face. “Scoot down.” With his help, I slid down his body until his tip pressed against my opening. My need was too great for hesitation. I lowered myself almost all the way. My body began to shake, torn between pain and pleasure. Amo wetted his thumb and pressed against my clit as I rocked my hips. Soon my movements became even more frantic, driving me slowly further down and when I settled all the way on Amo’s pelvis, he knifed up, snatching my nipple between his lips for a hard tug as his thumb flicked my clit, and pleasure coursed through my body. I cried out, my eyes squeezed shut.

Amo kept thrusting upward when I couldn’t move anymore, too overwhelmed by the sensations and then he too came with a groan. I sagged down on him, my breathing labored.

I grinned. Amo wrapped his arms tightly around me and for the rest of the day we did nothing but lounge on the sofa or take dips in the ocean. It was more perfect than I could have ever imagined. This still felt like a dream, as if were caught in another dimension, far away from reality.

I knew things wouldn’t always be like this. I’d feel homesick on occasion, miss my family, but I’d find my place in New York. Most people had welcomed me warmly so far, and I had my four dogs with me. Once things had settled down, I’d go in search for more animals that needed my help.

Our life together had only just begun and I was excited for it.