Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
IT WAS THE MOST WICKEDLY beautiful wedding Bostn had ever seen, as well as the most haunting and terrifyingly challenging. For invited guests to enjoy the lavish reception prepared for them, they must first enter a funhouse and answer three questions. A single correct answer would be enough to have the doors to the ballroom open, but for those who failed all three, well...
"Did anyone fail, though?" Ysabel asked curiously as her bridegroom swiftly undid the row of pearl buttons lining the back of her wedding gown.
"You'll have to ask Sarica about that," Massimo said dryly, "since she volunteered to take care of that part of the wedding."
Ysabel couldn't help laughing. "Why am I not even surprised?"
"And why, ciliegina mia—-" He carefully peeled her gown off her shoulders and allowed it to slowly fall into a pool of silk around her feet. "—-are we spending our wedding night talking about another woman?"
Her breath caught at the way he was staring at her. This, she thought dizzily. This was exactly how he had been staring at her that night five years ago, and she just wanted to cry, when she thought about how both of them had been so close to losing each other for good.
Need blazed through his veins as he looked his fill of his bride, who was now down to a delicate set of underwear and matching thigh-high stockings held up by the sexiest pair of garter belts. He saw her start to squirm under his gaze, and a smirk slowly unfurled over his lips.
"Am I making you uncomfortable—-"
She started to say yes.
"—-or is it more like you're starting to become uncomfortably wet?"
But as soon as she heard him say the other word, all she could do was swallow hard. Gosh, oh gosh. How was it that Massimo only seemed to get devilishly hotter every day of their lives?
Her heart pounded against her chest as he suddenly swept her off her feet, and she already felt close to losing consciousness by the time he was laying her gently down on his massive bed.
"I love you, Ysabel."
The tenderness underscoring his words was just too much, and she could only choke out a reply. "I love you, Massimo. So, so much."
And then there was nothing else for her to say, with his lips raining her face with kisses before slowly moving down to the side of her neck.
Her arms went around his neck as her body arched up against his, and a moan slipped past her lips as he unhooked the front clasp of her bra.
"You're so gloriously beautiful, Ysabel..."
He saw the way she teared up at the words, and he knew it was because a part of her was still unused to hearing such things from him. How could she, when for five long years he had treated her with aloof contempt and disapproval?
All he could do now was worship her with his mouth, his lips closing around one nipple as his fingers carefully kneaded one pale globe. He suckled her nipple gently at first, and then more deeply and passionately, until she was gripping his head and whimpering his name.
Ysabel was out of her mind with desire by the time he slowly parted her legs open, and all she could do was shudder and moan when he tore her panties off her body with one quick yank. The savage gesture thrilled and frightened her, but as he positioned himself between her legs and loomed over her, his dark gaze filled with love and need—-
"I love you, Mas. I love you. I love you."
She just couldn't help it. After so many years of having to deny her feelings even to herself, there were times when she just wanted to savor the freedom she now enjoyed. She wanted to tell him again and again and again, and oh, the way he always looked at her with such fierce possessiveness every time she told him she loved him—-
"You are my life, Ysabel," Massimo said roughly. "My love. My everything."
Not even Ysabel could have imagined Massimo being able to say such words, and all she could do was cry as she heard them...and cry some more when she finally felt the head of his manhood slowly rub against her swollen folds.
He was so, so big. Too big, really, that she ended up digging her nails into the muscular panes of his back as he slowly penetrated her virginal pussy, inch by careful inch. She couldn't stop herself from clawing his back as her pussy stretched to accommodate his massive length and girth, and aaaaaaah...
She had known losing her virginity could hurt, but oh, this pain...it was as excruciating as it was beautiful, knowing that the only man she had ever loved would also be the only man who would possess every inch of her body.