Vincent closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. I really am testing this man's control. Vincent Castillo is in the palm of my hand. For the first time in my whole life, I feel utterly safe, knowing he would do anything to protect me. Even from himself. I take mercy on both of us and undo the almost invisible hook on the side of my gown. His eyes spring open when he hears the zipper being pulled down.
“I’m sorry,” he says. Before I can ask what he’s apologizing for, he’s on me again. Both of us pull at each other's clothes until we’re both naked and in our bed. Only this time we’re not on opposite sides. We’re right in the center together, our bodies wrapped together as one. “I’ve missed you.”
“Missed me?” I moan when his mouth wraps around my nipple.
“The way you moan. The taste of you. All of it.” He sucks my other nipple into his mouth, giving it the same attention.
“I’ve missed you too. I didn't know you were really mine.” I’ve been letting my mind run wild and making myself miserable for no reason. All along, Vincent has been mine for the taking. He lifts his head from my stomach where he’s trailing open-mouth kisses. His destination is clear. My clit throbs in anticipation. “I thought maybe—”
“No.” He cuts me off with a growl. “You're the only woman I’ve ever or will ever have in this bed. My home. Do you understand me? The only woman I’ve pressed my cum inside of.” I nod. “Good girl.”
“Oh my.” I moan as he settles in between my thighs. His words are turning me on as much as his actions. My body is on sensory overload. I'm not sure I can take much more. But I want whatever it is he’s going to give me.
“You like that? Me calling you my good girl?”
“Vincent!” I hiss. His warm breath tickles my clit. What happened to this being out of control and fast? I need that back before I die of need.
“Going to let me come inside you again?”
“Yes.” I lift my hips, pressing my sex right up against his face. He grips me, holding me in place as he goes to town. He licks and sucks me until I’m begging him to give me release.
Finally, he goes in on my clit, and the orgasm hits me hard. I scream out his name as black spots dance in my eyes. So many emotions pour out of me. It’s more than an orgasm; it’s everything.
I open my eyes when he moves over me, the head of his cock starting to press inside of me. My eyes lock with his. He pauses when his cock meets the thin barrier.
“There is no going back,” he warns.
“Had there ever been?”
“No, you were always going to be mine.”
“Then take me, Vincent. I’m all yours.”
“Only mine,” he says as he presses through my virginity. I let out a small gasp. I thought it would hurt more, but I’m on sensory overload at the moment. I have so many emotions and feelings coming from everywhere. It’s overwhelming but wonderful at the same time.
What I feel most and focus on is Vincent and me being connected. He’s deep inside of me with nothing separating us.
“Fuck, I’m going to have to apologize again,” he whispers against my ear. “I’m never going to make it. You feel so damn good. Fucking perfection.” His words make my sex clench around his cock.
I guess I get off on how much I turn my husband on. How out of control he is for me. “You did that on purpose,” he says before nipping my ear.
“Did not.” A small laugh bubbles up out of me, making my sex clench again. A loud groan comes from Vincent. He’s buried to the hilt but not moving. Any pain I felt in the beginning is gone, and there is only him filling me.
He shifts his hand, slipping it between my legs, his fingers going to my clit, getting me more worked up. “Vincent, please, I need you to move.”
“I’ve got you. I always will.” He pulls out and thrusts back in. His fingers are still strumming my clit. A few hard strokes and I’m screaming his name as the orgasm explodes throughout my body.
“Julieta.” He groans my name. I feel his warm release spill deep inside of me as he pushes as deeply as he can, his body going still. “You’re my wife, and I’m never letting you go,” he vows.
“I love you too.” He lifts his head, a smile spreading across his handsome face. Still he wants more. I can see my husband is going to be greedy when it comes to me.
“Give it to me.” I know what he is asking for. This is what soulmates have that’s so special, an understanding of one another so quickly.
“I’ll never go,” I vow right back.
We might have already had our wedding a week ago, but tonight, right now, these are our true and forever vows.