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Light Again.

T he right wing of the manor was never used, locked up tight like a fucking stronghold because nobody wanted to enter it. Everyone was so fucking terrified of Dante Senior’s ghost that they barricaded the entire wing and left it to rot. When Nera was recovering, I spent the time restoring it. Gutted the entire thing from the inside, removing the black cloud that seemed to rest upon Falcon’s Keep. Now it looks more like a home, a place where Nera and I can spend the rest of our lives away from the judgement of the rest of the world.

“You did all of this when I was laying in bed?” she asks, astounded.

“Among other things.”

She enters our bedroom, her black dress following behind her as she takes in the oak bed frame.

“Did you make this, too?” she questions, caressing the wood at the foot of the bed.

“As much as I would love to take the credit, no. But I did modify it.” Stepping beside her, I raise the wood, the three holes now more obvious as to what they are.

Her eyes widen, and fuck, I love how her face reddens when she’s thinking of me fucking her.

“If you think I’m putting my limbs in that––”

Crowding her, I inhale her perfume, sweet just like her. Brushing the back of my fingers against her back, I revel in the way her body responds to my touch. “Do you want me to make you, Principessa ?”

Moving her raven hair out of my way, my lips are on her neck and her reaction is instant. “Or maybe you want to play roulette again?” I whisper just beneath her ear, and she moans, making my cock tent my slacks. “Do you remember how you felt as I made you come with my gun?”

She leans back into me and my hands snake around her front and down into the top of her dress.

“First,” she breathes, gathering her composure as she reaches behind her to unzip her dress. “I want you on your knees.” Turning to face me, her dress drops to the floor, revealing her gloriously curvy hips, dressed in a barely there lace G-string, and her breasts bare.

“For you, amore mio , I’ll live my life on my knees.” There’s a thud as I drop to the floor, her hands in my hair, guiding my face to her stomach.

“After you make me come with your tongue, I want you to fuck me.”

“P––”

“Shh.” She places her finger on my lips. “Tonight, I want to feel nothing but pleasure.”

Your wish is my fucking command, Principessa.

Hooking my fingers in her underwear, I guide them down her legs slowly, admiring the smoothness of her skin and the beauty in her eyes as she looks down at me.

Parting her legs, I don’t break eye contact as my tongue has another taste of her, her head dropping back at the contact. Sucking her into my mouth, her hips rock forward and back, and I pull her in, gripping her hips, wanting to cement myself in this moment with her pussy over my face.

If I died, I’d die a damn lucky man. I’d want them to put it on my fucking gravestone.

‘Died by pussy asphyxiation.’

I leisurely devour her, spending some time on her clit, then move down and back up her pussy, making up for the lost time I didn’t have her taste on my tongue.

She giggles and I smile, unable to speak, still working to come to terms that she is my wife.

Mine.

“Your beard tickles.”

Coming up for air, I make sure to lightly graze the hair on my chin over her clit. “I’m not attached to it.”

She looks down at me with a mix of lust and adoration in her stormy eyes. “No, I like it,” she whispers and I move back to my position.

You’re about to like it even more.

Standing at full height, I tower over her, lowering my wet beard to her mouth. “Do you remember the first time you ever left your mark on me?”

She huffs a laugh, her mischievous eyes meeting mine. “Remember it? It’s the one moment I constantly think about.”

“So you enjoyed it. Like I knew you would.”

Her tongue darts out, lapping up her mess on my chin, and I can’t help the smile on my face. “More than you know.”

“I knew you were trouble, Principessa. ”

“One you most gladly took head-on.” She runs her hands down my chest and to my pants. Unbuckling my belt, she lowers them, along with my briefs. Without breaking eye contact, she cups my balls and everything within me buzzes with need.

“But I’ll let you in on a little secret,” she speaks softly, luring me into her as she strokes my cock. “I wanted you first.”

Something inside me does a fucking pirouette at her confession and I want to sink my cock into her to the hilt. I’d be happy to live there, inside her warmth, until she had enough of me.

Maybe not even then.

“Don’t play with me.”

“Why not? I think I deserve a little play.” Ever so softly, her fingertips graze the crown of my cock, making me twitch as she spreads my precum over the head.

“Nera,” I groan, grinding my teeth as she wraps her hand around my cock, my length hardening even more with her touch. “I want to be inside you,” I whisper like a pathetic man reduced to his base desires, and the gleam in her eyes screams power and victory. She knows she’ll get whatever she wants.

And I know I’ll give it to her.

Hard.

She strokes me as I lower my lips to her perfect breast, her nipple hard in my mouth as I swirl my tongue around it, memorising the taste of her skin. My need outweighs everything else within me and I grip the hair at the base of her head.

“I can’t take much more of this, Nera.”

She moves her hand a little faster, and I move my hips to her motion.

“I think I kind of like being in control.”

Her raven hair falls just above her beautiful, round ass as she guides me to the bed with her hand still secured around my cock, like a fucking dog on a leash, and I follow like a lost puppy.

“We should make up for lost time.”

If this is what my life is going to be like, I can’t wait to live it with her. I’m ready. So fucking ready for my life to finally start.

“Tell me what you want, amore mio , and I’ll do it.”

The bed dips as she presses me down onto it, and one by one, begins to undo the buttons on my shirt.

“I could just tear it off,” I say, still admiring everything about her, from the way the corners of her eyes crease when she smiles, to the way she fucking blinks.

She ignores me, both her palms now beneath my dress shirt, running all over my chest as it lays open when she stills over the falcon tattoo.

Holding her hips, I watch as something passes over her thoughts. “What is it?”

She hesitates for a moment before climbing on top of me and wrapping herself around me.

“I had this terrible dream when I was in that bed,” she utters, her face buried in my neck.

I stare at the wall in front of me, a thousand and one things going through my mind. “Over and over like a nightmare.”

“It was…”

“Just a dream. I know. But it was something else, Raf. It was more than a dream.” When she finally looks at me, there are unshed tears in her eyes.

“ Principessa, you’re scaring me.”

“What if I forget?” A tear falls and so does my heart.

“Forget?”

“In the dream, I couldn’t remember anything. I was talking with someone who seemed very familiar, I had a feeling I knew them, but I just couldn’t remember how. What if…”

She trails off and I know exactly where her sentence was heading.

“You won’t.” Her cheeks are soft on the backs of my fingers as I wipe away another tear filled with fear. “Because I won’t fucking let you forget.”

Her lips collide with mine, full of hunger and urgency, mixing with my own desperation for her. I haven’t had her since the blood wedding, and I hadn’t even thought of it until a week ago when she was starting to feel like herself again. Even though she wanted to, I couldn’t do it. Not when she wasn’t better.

My hands find the curve of her back, pressing her body flush against mine, skin on skin. The sensation of her softness against me makes everything else fade away, leaving only us. The urgency of the kiss consumes us as we both lose ourselves to the moment, every part of my body coming alive with her touch. I’m lost in her when she lowers herself onto me, her warmth coating my cock, and I blow out a breath as her pussy takes me whole.

She grinds over me, my cock smothered in her warmth, transporting me to the only heaven I know.

Gripping her to me, I look up at her. “I’ll always remind you, Principessa , in the quietest moments and in the loudest ones, of just how unforgettable this is.”

Grasping her hip in a tight hold, I follow her movements as she arches her back to allow for my hand to find her clit. She moans at the contact, her nails digging into my neck as she holds on, rocking her hips back and forth, chasing her high.

She rides me faster and faster, her moans getting louder and louder. We’re in the right wing so there’s no chance anyone will hear us, but even if we weren’t, I wouldn’t care.

She is my wife , and tonight is our wedding night.

I will consummate our marriage as long as she wants, however many times she wants.

The salt on her skin lingers on my tongue as I glide it up between her breasts, the taste of her electric and intoxicating, like the true essence of her blasting in my mouth all at once. I can feel she’s close when her grinding slows and her pussy begins to tighten. Helping her to ride the wave, I run my tongue from one nipple to another and take it in my mouth, making a popping sound as I release it.

“Now the fun really begins.”

NERA

I said I wouldn’t be put in this thing, and yet here I am. My arms and my neck are in the holes of the foot of the bed, and I’m completely naked, staring at his cock in front of me.

“Seems like you can’t get enough of my mouth.”

His cock jerks at my words and I smile, satisfied with the knowledge of how much I affect him.

“It’s true.” He caresses my cheek, the throbbing between my legs growing stronger the more he leaves me untouched. “But tonight, I want to explore something else together.” The light glints off the silver item in his hand and my eyes widen in shock and excitement.

“Open,” he purrs, and I do as I’m told. The cool metal fills my mouth and I suck on it, priming it for myself. “Looks like I’ve taught you well.”

He moves around the bed and it dips as he kneels behind me. I’m exposed to him and there’s nothing left to hide. Not in this position. I hear the sound of a bottle opening before a cool, water-like substance drips between my legs, coating my ass first, then dripping down my pussy.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “I can’t make up my mind if I want to fuck your ass first or your pussy.”

“Why don’t we start off slow?” I suggest, my heart in my throat. I haven’t done it before and I’m slightly terrified that I might enjoy it.

“Anything you want, Principessa. ” The cool metal pushes into my ass, and I fist my hands at the foreign feeling. “Shhh,” he coos, stroking my back as he pushes further. “Take a deep breath and let it in.”

“I can’t.” I panic and get all in my head when he leans over me, his mouth now beneath my ear.

“Stay with me, Nera. You can.”

I take a deep breath as I’m stretched and once it’s in, there’s a constant buzz inside me, the core of the intensity coming from my pussy. It’s sensitive when his fingers slide between my lips, a whimper escaping me.

“I want to give you the most pleasure you’ve ever experienced,” he groans as he enters me, the feeling of being full taking me by surprise.

He lets out a deep, guttural moan when he fills me up completely with his cock. He grips either side of my hips, and I have a feeling I need to brace myself.

Luckily, I’m already secured.

He thrusts into me hard and I scream, the intense pleasure ploughing through me at a rate I didn’t know was possible.

Do I like this?

I feel his front to my back as he hovers over me, thrusting in and out like a man ruined with need. I can sense his passion as he drives into me, his hand grasping the skin on my ass forcefully. There’s something about letting go of your control and giving it to the person you trust the most. It’s knowing that they have the power to hurt you, but you know all they want to do is consume you.

“I’m torn,” he breathes into me when I moan, unable to hold on much longer. “Torn between the need to fill you up with my cum and bring you to tears with pleasure.”

He tugs lightly at the plug, and I whimper as his hand snakes around to my breast.

“I want to make you cry out my name as I watch you take everything I give you. Pain and pleasure,” he murmurs as everything around me blurs. The only thing I feel is intense euphoria as I cry out his name with his cock still inside me.

“See, just like that.”

His hold becomes bruising as he rams into me with the force of our emotions tied together as one, my thoughts scattering into a million pieces.

His hips drive into me again and again as he chases his own release, and there is nowhere else I’d rather be.

His pleasured moans spur more desire within me, sparking my body up again, refuelling my craving as he gives me everything he’s been holding onto.

I take it, breathless, the cold thrill coursing through me again, and instead of pulling away, I embrace it. Because even in the midst of all the fucked up shit we’ve been through, there was no other place I’d rather be than tangled up with him in it all, wrapped in the raw, undeniable force of what we are.