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His mouth is back against mine before I even finish the sentence, rolling my bottom lip between his teeth. He rolls us so I’m pinned beneath him, my hips still fighting to get as close to him as possible.
“Anything for you, my perfect wife,” he says, pulling back and lining his cock up with my pussy.
He pushes into me slowly, and I was right. It’s so much better. Feeling him inside me, being this close, it’s a whole new level of fucking Charlie.
“I thought about this,” he mutters, almost like he’s saying it to himself as he reaches for a spare pillow and shoves it under my hips. The movement lifts my pelvis so his cock is hitting an angle inside of me that has my eyes rolling back in my head. “When you first looked over the contract, and you asked about kids. I thought about filling your sweet, perfect cunt up all the way back then. Did you know that, Gwen?”
I can’t answer, because he’s rocking into me, one hand on my hip and another on my abdomen, his thumb barely brushing my clit. The feeling is overwhelming, like fireworks bursting under my skin, and we’ve barely started.
“I asked you a question, mio filo,” he says, his voice shaking a bit as he pumps into me faster. When I finally am able to catch his gaze, I smile at him.
“Someone feels like switching up the roles,” I laugh, and he pulls completely out of me, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit.
“We promised to do whatever felt right that first night, and I’m acting on instinct,” he says, a smile on his face as he pushes back into me swiftly, his cock so deep inside of me I can’t help but cry out.
“Harder, Charlie, please,” I say, and even though it feels like I’m begging, I know Charlie would do anything I asked right now. Change his pace, our position, fuck me however I told him to. There’s something electric about the power exchange, the way we can read each other’s bodies and minds.
He does exactly as I ask, pressing his thumb with more force against my clit and fucking me into the mattress, each thrust moving me further and further up it until I have to brace my hands against the headboard above me. Charlie’s cock fills every inch of me, and I spread my legs as wide as I can so he can get closer, harder, faster.
“Anything you want, Gwen,” he says, breathing hard and trickling sweat down his chest.
My orgasm rips through me without warning, the build and fall so sudden that I nearly black out with pleasure and shock. I hear Charlie cursing in Italian above me as I arch against him, wave after wave of pleasure ripping me apart at the seams. He doesn't relent, and his fingers on my clit and cock rocking against my g-spot drag out my climax until Charlie drops to his elbows above me. His tongue is against mine, both of us desperately riding our pleasure and each other’s until he stills, every muscle in his body corded tight as he spills inside me.
I felt like I’ve run a marathon. My breath comes so heavy that my chest touches Charlie’s as I try to come back down to earth. After a few beats, Charlie pulls out of me and drops to my side, immediately wrapping me in his arms and burying his nose in my hair.
Eventually, we’ll clean up each other and the room, but for now, we lay in each other’s arms, murmuring declarations of love and affection while we trace the red string tied around each other’s fingers.
Chapter 29
Gwen
“Isn’t this kind of silly?” I ask, leaning over the glass case and staring into the sea of gems and gold, diamonds and silver. “We’re married. I don’t need an engagement ring.”
Charlie puts his arm around my waist and slides his hand over mine to fiddle with the red string still tied around my finger.
“You don’t have to get one if you don’t want one,” he says quietly, surveying the options at the third store we’ve visited this morning. “But my family threatened me with a prolonged torture if I didn’t give you a proper engagement and wedding.”
I move past the diamonds, gorgeous and lab-grown, but somehow not calling to me.
“Your mother sent us an entire garden of flowers as congratulations,” I argue, eyes running over the blue gems, topaz and aquamarine and sapphire, all shimmering like pools of pure ocean.
“Yes, and my sister called to make sure I recognized the congratulations came with stipulations,” he sighs.
I wasn’t naïve enough to think Charlie’s grand gesture meant anything to The Syndicate. And although he’s ruffled a few feathers—namely Clara and Lucia’s—Emily assured me that no one intends on voting against us. As long as we play nice and have a big Costa wedding.
“All right,” I agree, wandering further down the display. “We’ve got to find something today, though. Ana’s appointment is in the morning, and I want her to know I’m focused on her.”
His lips find my temple as I scan the last case in the row. They’re all so gorgeous and bright, and I’m fighting a little smile as I lean in closer.
“We really do have a theme,” Charlie chuckles, scanning the row of rubies, garnets, and rose quartz set in shades of gold.
“Seems fitting to replace the thread,” I say, catching the eye of the jeweler who is giving us some privacy.
I ask him to show us the lab-grown options, and he shuffles through the gems, picking through options and holding them out to us to examine.
Finally, my eye catches on a pear-shaped ruby surrounded by little clusters of diamonds.
“It looks like you,” Charlie mutters as the jeweler hands it to me. The shining gold nearly twinkles in my palm as I hold it. Charlie asks him more questions, but I can’t help but slip it on my finger to see how it looks.