The Mafia Contract Series

As soon as the priest utters the words, “I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss your bride.” I pull my wife sharply toward me and run my hand around her slender waist.

The emotion it creates is different somehow because now I understand what true power is. While holding my wife in my arms, knowing she is meant to be there is a happiness I wasn’t expecting and as I wrap my hand around the back of her head and pull her lips to mine, I kiss her with everything I’ve got. Deep, slow, and torturous as I worship the soft lips that are pressed so keenly against mine.

She tastes of mint and salvation and as my tongue swipes around hers, I love how good she makes me.

My wife. My woman. Mine.

Now nothing can touch me because all of a sudden my life has purpose, and it begins today. It strikes me that in saving Charlotte, I have saved myself and there is only one thing center stage in my mind right now. Our honeymoon.

Her soft moan into my mouth makes me growl because what happens next has been a long time coming and as our guests melt away, leaving us alone as husband and wife, the only thing I want to do is consummate our marriage.

“Come.”

I grab her hand and pull her along with me, and she gasps. “Where are we going?”

“Do you really need to ask?”

“Oh.”

Her soft gasp almost makes me groan out loud because just the thought of what comes next makes me impatient to get started. It’s not about the sex either, it’s her. Just the anticipation of the moment when she truly becomes mine is the sweetest torture. The wedding was merely to make it official in the eyes of the law, but our true marriage is when I look into her eyes embedded deep inside her and know that we are truly husband and wife.

There is no celebration, no congratulations from family and friends, nobody but us, and that makes it even more special somehow.

It won’t always be just us. When we leave this place, the future looks uncertain, which is why I’m keen to make the most of this moment with her.

Her dress trails behind her and she almost runs to keep up, and I know she must be worried about what happens next. It’s only natural and as we enter Malik’s beautiful home, the door closing behind us shuts the whole world out and as we make our way down the marble lined hallway, I swear I can hear her heartbeat bouncing off the smooth, decadent walls.

As soon as we reach the guest bedroom. I stop and experience a physical pain in my heart when I see her pale face reflected in the warm lighting. Despite her nerves, she is looking at me as if she feels the same and I still can’t believe I got so lucky.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

She swipes her tongue over her bottom lip and bites down on it with a show of nerves that warns me not to rush this and so I step forward and grin. “Allow me.”

Her startled gasp makes me smile as I sweep her up into my arms, kick open the door and carry her over the threshold because despite my upbringing and the fact I never thought I’d want to, I intend on doing everything the right way with Charlotte because she fucking deserves the fairy-tale for as long as I can give it to her.

Her hands lock around my neck and just holding her in my arms causes a wave of protective energy to wrap around me. I love her. I already know that because there is nothing I wouldn’t do for the woman who crawled inside my heart and breathed life into one that has lived a hollow life until now.

“Ivan, I’m…” “Nervous.” I drop a light kiss on her lips and whisper, “So am I.”

She laughs out loud. “Don’t be ridiculous. What have you got to be nervous about?”

As I place her down carefully to the floor, I drag her face to mine and say gruffly, “That I won’t be good enough for you.”

Her wide eyes fill with tears, and she shakes her head. “You already are.”

Her hands rest against my chest and she whispers, “Teach me how to be everything you ever dreamed of.”

“You already are.”

I echo her words and, reaching behind her, pull down the zip on her dress and ease it gently off her shoulders. As she stands before me dressed in silk temptation, I take a moment to stare at a beauty I never expected to crash into my life. She looks nervous but excited and the blush to her face is something I could stare at all day and as I shrug out of my jacket and remove my shirt and tie, I love watching that expression change into one of lust as she feasts her eyes on my body.

As I unbuckle my belt, I watch her chest rising as she struggles for breath and when I step out of my pants, her eyes shine and her lip trembles as she tries not to look at my hard cock straining toward her.

Pulling her toward me gently, I kiss her long and slow, taking care to keep things at a pace she is happy with and as she moans against my lips, I run my hand across her back and pull the straps down on her lacey bra.

I groan when I feel her breasts pressing against my chest and as she steps out of her panties, I love the fact she’s still wearing those killer heels. Naked and tall she stands before me like a goddess and dropping to my knees, I press my face against her pussy, loving her gasp of embarrassment as I take one long delicious lick right up her center. She tastes so sweet, as I always knew she would, and taking her clit into my mouth, I suck gently, loving how good she tastes against my tongue.

The fact she’s so wet already gives me the greatest pleasure and her low moans make me so happy I never want this moment to end.

Planting soft kisses all over her body, I work my way up to her breasts and roll each nipple around my tongue in turn. They are so hard, so delicate and yet soft and enticing, and as I reach her lips, I wonder what she thinks when she tastes her arousal that lies on my tongue.

She presses hard against me and whispers, “What do I do now? I want to make it good for you.”

“So eager to please, my little princess.” I chuckle against her mouth and then, to my surprise, she pulls away and drops to her knees before me, grabbing hold of my cock and tentatively stroking the length of it. “Charlotte you don’t…” “Yes, I do.” The gritted determination in her voice tells me she wants the whole of me and I’m certainly not going to argue about that and as she opens her mouth and takes me inside, I groan out loud at the sensation. Her tongue wraps around my cock and she takes me in deep and I move slowly so I don’t frighten her. She places her hands on my butt and pulls me in deeper, and I swear I see Nirvana beckoning. Slowly I move in and out and with each exquisite thrust, it’s as if an angel is sucking my cock and as it throbs inside her mouth, I can only imagine the delights her pussy is waiting to give me.

It takes all my mental strength not to explode right now and reluctantly I pull out and lift her gently to her feet. “Was that ok?”

The anxiety in her voice causes me to say sternly, “You never need to ask me that. It will always be more than ok because part of me is touching you.”

Gently, I take her hand and kiss her fingers one by one and leading her to the bed, I press her down onto the silk sheets and stepping back, I feast my eyes on her naked body, drinking in the sight of perfection and adoring how embarrassed she looks.

“Ivan, I…” “Hush.” I shake my head. “You are perfect, and I want to admire that.”

Her heightened color makes me laugh softly and as I join her on the bed, I slowly drag my hand down her soft body and love the softness of her skin. I may have been in a hurry to make her my wife, but I am in no hurry to own her body. I want to take my time and savor every delicious moment of this and despite her embarrassment, I’m going to indulge myself and if it takes all night, I would consider that perfection.