11. Wedding Night

ELEVEN

Wedding Night

MILANA

T his is the first time I've been to Julian's condo. It's vastly different from the house we bought. This place is modern, with chrome fixtures and industrial-looking ceilings. Julian puts my overnight bag in the bedroom. Lilliana had it in the trunk of their car, and Julian fetched it as we left.

He comes back and shrugs out of his suit jacket and tosses it on the back of the black leather sofa, then loosens his tie and throws it on the counter. I'm still carrying my small round clutch, looking around, unsure of what to do next.

"I'm not going to pounce on you. I do have some restraint," he teases.

I know he's trying to make me feel at ease, but I feel totally out of my element. "I don't know what to do," I tell him.

"That dress must be uncomfortable. Do you want to go and change into something else?" he asks.

I nod. "I need help with the buttons in the back," I say, biting my lip.

He sits on the edge of the sofa. "Come here." He holds out his hand and guides me to sit next to him. He shifts me so my back is to him, and I feel his finger skimming along the edge of the dress, then I feel the first button come undone. Another button comes undone, then another. Suddenly, I'm clutching the dress to my chest to keep it from falling. The last one comes loose, but before I can move, Julian presses his lips to my shoulder. They graze up my neck, and he nips at my lobe. My breathing hitches, and my chest heaves. Julian makes me feel too much.

"Miele mia, go take down your hair, and I'll come to you in a few minutes." His words are like honey in my ear. I clutch my dress tighter to my chest, fully aware of how it gapes open, exposing my back. I shuffle to the bedroom, my dress slowing me down, and go to where I saw Julian put my bag earlier. The bedside light is lit, allowing a soft glow to envelop the room. The heavy, deep gray curtains are closed with only a slit open in the middle, where the moonlight beams through.

I let the gown fall to the soft plush rug and step out of it. I lift it onto the chair in the corner of the room, let it drape, and glide my fingers over the skirt. This day has been better than I ever imagined. I move to the en suite bathroom with my bag in hand and carefully remove my makeup, then take the pins out of my hair, letting it hang loose. I run my fingers through my hair and over my scalp.

I reach for the nightgown in my bag. A silky, white, knee-length nightie with lace trim on the hem, it seems very chaste, but once it's on, the slits on the side of my legs rise all the way to my thighs. I walk barefoot back to the bedroom and find Julian sitting in the middle of the bed with the sheet pulled up to his waist. His chiseled bare chest on display and his hair in slight disarray only makes him hotter, and the expression of hunger on his face makes me feel sexy and wanted.

"Vieni qui." He orders me to go to him. I step closer until I'm at the edge of the mattress. "Come up and crawl to me." His voice is low and deep. I put a knee on the bed and do as he says. As I get closer, he extends a hand and guides me to straddle his lap with my thighs firmly braced against the outside of his, facing him. A hand snakes around my nape, and he draws our faces closer, our foreheads touching. "I've dreamt of having you in my arms just like this, kissing every inch of your body, claiming you as mine. I thought you were an angel taking me to heaven when I first met you. Only to find out that you're my destiny. I'll go slow, but I won't be able to stop the pain of the first time."

I place my fingers over his lips to stop him from speaking. "I trust you."

Our lips meet for a slow, sensual kiss, and his hand drops to cup my breast, sliding over the flimsy material of my nightie, causing my nipple to tingle and pebble at his touch. Julian runs his other hand down my back, then he smooths both hands over my waist, then lower. His fingers slip under the hem of my nightie and glide it upward, the warmth of his touch running along my skin until he slips the nightie off completely.

Julian gazes at my naked breasts, gently cupping them. "Beautiful," he says. His mouth closes over my nipple, the heat of his mouth sending a sensation down to my core, wetness pooling between my thighs. He lavishes it with attention, then moves on to its twin, while all I can do is hold on to his massive shoulders, throwing my head back and closing my eyes tightly and feeling the desire building within me.

Suddenly, I'm spun around, and I'm on my back, pressed into the mattress as Julian hovers over me. His mouth covers mine; our kiss is desperate, needy. Our tongues tangling together, his hand comes between us, moving over my belly to cup over my panties. I emit a needy mewl as he wrenches his mouth from mine and glides his lips over my neck and collarbone. His thumb presses against a sensitive part of my pussy, moving in circles. My mewl turns into a desperate moan.

His lips disappear. My eyes flutter open, and I see him on his haunches. He hooks his fingers into my panties and moves them over my hips, down my legs, and off. Julian's fingers start at my ankles, teasingly making their way up to my knees; then, with one bold move, he cocks my knees and spreads me open.

"Julian…" I cry. Before I can say anything more, he runs a finger through my wetness. My cheeks burn with heat, and I twist my head this way and that. My wanton body shudders, begging for more.

"Shh. Let me make you feel good," Julian whispers. His tongue explores my pussy. I jolt to move away. No one has ever touched me this way. My fists clutch the sheets as he licks and twirls over my clit. My hips shift beneath him until a finger slowly pushes inside me, his mouth never ceasing to explore each part of me. It feels odd, tight.

"Jesus, baby, you're tight," he murmurs. He gently begins to pump his finger in and out, and I move my hips with his rhythm. He adds another finger and continues at the same pace.

I feel a surge of heat, my body contracting. It's like I'm climbing, reaching for an elusive end, but I need to get there. I clasp my hands over my head, gripping the pillow, my head thrashing as I beg and plead, but I don't know for what. All of a sudden, I arch my back, and a tremor runs through me. My legs tense, my body shaking as I float into the euphoria of release. I'm breathless and sated, until I feel a sudden thrust, making me cry out.

"Sorry, baby," he murmurs. "There's no way to avoid it," he whispers in my ear. "Stay still. Give your body time to adjust."

He's rooted deep inside me and doesn't move. I open my eyes and see that he is holding himself perfectly still, his face strained, the muscles of his arms bulging, braced to the mattress, careful not to crush me. The pain subsides, and I whisper, "I'm okay."

He remains still. I wrap my arms around his neck and writhe my lower half to show him I can take it. He slowly pulls out and eases back in. Yes, that's okay, I think. Much better. Julian continues to move slow and steady, gradually increasing his pace.

I feel him throbbing inside me. I look at his face contorting with pleasure, his breathing rapid, then suddenly, a roar resounds throughout the room as he comes. He's glorious, like a conquering warrior sounding his battle cry of victory.

Slowly, he pulls out of me, the cool air of the evening leaving me feeling empty, but that doesn't last, as Julian covers me with a blanket. "Be right back." He disappears into the bathroom, where I hear the tap running.

A few minutes later, he returns. He pulls back the blanket and lifts me into his arms, then sets me in the tub filled with scented salts.

"Give me a minute." He disappears once more, and when he returns, he slides in behind me, encouraging me to rest my back to his front as the warm water lulls us into relaxation.

"Thank you for treating me gently," I tell him.

He kisses my temple. "I'm sorry I hurt you at all," he replies. "Relax, miele mia."

I'm not sure how long we were in the tub, but I know that for the rest of the night, I slept soundly in his arms.