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That he’s taking my soul as I take his name.

When he finally pulls away, I stare down at the huge, glistening diamond on my hand.

“I’m a Bellini,” I whisper to him.

Julian kisses me again. “You’re a Bellini.”

Islust different when you’re married?

I know we’re technically newlyweds, but after hearing Julian say his vows to be mine forever, it’s upped my desire for him tenfold.

The same with him.

We can hardly keep our hands off each other when we walk through the front door. Shoot, it was a struggle not to straddle him while we sat in traffic on the ride here.

Ididtease him, though.

As he drove, I turned into a little temptress, massaging his thigh, so close to his cock, until he groaned my name. He grabbed my wrist, returning my hand to my lap and shaking his head, as if I was nothing but trouble.

That didn’t stop me.

I reached out again, fully placing my palm on his cock and rubbing it.

It got harder and harder within seconds.

My mouth watered, and I knew, tonight, I’d have his cock in my mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard for teasing me,” Julian warns, turning me around and unzipping my dress in one swift movement.

I step out of the dress and kick it to the side. He hisses under his breath, his gaze sweeping down my body, just like his eyes always do.

If I’m naked, Julian is staring at every inch of my skin.

As I take his hand and lead him into the living room, I get a flashback of him doing the same with me tonight, straight to the altar. I wish we’d taped it so I could watch it over and over, like my favorite movie.

I try to act like I’m in control, though I know Julianalwaysis, but he allows me to play along as I push him onto the couch. The cushions indent as he makes himself comfortable and stretches his arms along the back.

He waggles his finger in acome heremotion, but I ignore it.

Instead, I fall to my knees and slowly separate his.

He stops me. “Tonight is about you.”

“Every night is about me,” I whine, pouting out my lip and then licking the bottom one, hoping it’ll help my case.

His thighs tense, and I smile.

He raises a brow. “Are you complaining about that?”

“No.” I wiggle forward on my knees, thankful for the rug, and settle myself comfortably between his legs. “Let me suck your dick,husband.” Lowering my head, I nuzzle my nose against his dick over his pants.

Groaning, he throws his head back. “When you say it like that, how can I deny you?”

He tips his head forward, watching me as I unzip his pants.

I’m pretty much a rookie at blow jobs. I’ve been lucky in that, with my selection of hookup partners, they’ve always been more interested in givingmeoral than the other way around.

Not that I’ve ever had a problem with that.