Page 50 of Under Her Skin

Arturo cursed. “It’s someone close tous.”

“Yup. Back to squareone.”

“Damnit.”

Hero sighed. “Look, now that Imelda is safe, I feel a lot more confident in us getting to the bottom of this, and not only that, but now I can really enjoy this moment with you. We’re getting married,Turo!”

Arturo looked at the woman he loved with all his heart and smiled. “You bet weare.”

Hero changedinto her wedding dress in the bathroom at City Hall, brushing out her hair and reapplying some lip gloss. She loved the simplicity of this whole thing. It didn’t matter if she didn’t have a big meringue dress or a fancy reception party. The only thing that mattered was Arturo and theirlove.

They waited their turn, hand-in-hand. Arturo pressed his lips to hers. “You look beautiful,cara mia…and later, I’ll show you just howbeautiful.”

Hero smiled. “I can’twait.”

They were married in less than fifteen minutes and afterward, they kissed each other like it was their lasttime.

Hero finally broke away, laughing. “I need to breathe,hubby.”

Arturo swept her up into his arms. “I had the foresight to book us a suite…I knew that after you became my wife, I wouldn’t have the patience to drive us back to Como without having youfirst.”

“You can have me all night long,” Hero whispered in his ear. “For the rest of our lives. God, I love you so much, ArturoBachi.”

The white dresswas on the floor seconds after they’d entered the suite, and now Arturo was caressing every part of her body, slowly, with obvious relish. He sucked on her nipples until they were rock-hard, then trailed his lips down to her belly, kissing the soft rise of it, rimming her navel with histongue.

Then his mouth was on her sex as he lifted her thighs apart, hooking her knees over his shoulders. His tongue dipped deep into her cunt, tasting her honey, flicked around her clit until she was gasping and begging him to let her taste him,too.

He moved around so she could take his cock into her mouth and felt a warm rush of pleasure as her lips closed around him. The feeling of her tongue tracing around the sensitive tip of his cock was maddeningly exciting, her hands gently massaged his balls, then stroked his inner thighs as she hollowed out her cheeks to suck him. He came as he felt her tense, shooting into her mouth as she milked him, feeling her cunt tremble and contract with her own climax. God, she was beautiful, and yet he still couldn’t believe she was his now—hisentirely.

He moved around to kiss her mouth, stroking his hand down her body, feeling the lush curves of her, his hand coming to rest on her soft belly, splaying his long fingers out over it, imagining it rounded and swollen with hischild.

Hero looked at him with shining eyes, and he knew she was feeling the same thing. “Shallwe?”

Hero smiled, and as he moved his body on top of hers, her soft skin against his, she wrapped her legs around his waist and ground her damp sex against his burgeoning cock. “Fuck me, Turo…put your seed deep inme.”

His cock was so hard and so heavy that it bobbed under its own weight against his belly, and when he notched it into the entrance of her cunt, he needed no help to thrust deep inside her. Feeling her vaginal muscles contract around it as he moved in and out of her, they both watched the movement, the way the thick length pulled in and out of her pink, swollencunt.

“Look at us,” he murmured, “we’rebeautiful.”

Hero was breathless as they fucked, both of them entranced by the sight of their bodies moving together. When she came, she cried out his name, arching her back, her belly pressed against his as it trembled and undulated against him. Arturo groaned long and low as his cock shot the precious seed deep intoher.

Finally, they collapsed together, laughing and panting for air. “I’ll never get tired ofthis.”

“Never.”

They made love long into the night, ordering champagne at three a.m., which Arturo proceeded to spray all over her body. He licked every drop off of her, making her giggle and gasp withpleasure.

It was four a.m.before they fell asleep, wrapped in each other. At five, Arturo got up to use the bathroom, reluctantly leaving the warmth of her arms. As he flushed the toilet and washed his hands, he heard something—a strange noise he couldn’t place. He padded back into the bedroom and for a moment, stood, confused. Hero was in bed, the sheet pushed down past her hips. Laying on her back, she was breathing, but it wasn’t natural breathing. She was gasping for air, gasping for…oh, God, no…his gaze drifted lower to where her hands were clasped over her belly…and blood bubbled up from between herfingers.

“No, no, no…” He dashed to her, lifting her hands to find her belly destroyed by stab wounds. This couldn’t be happening…no…Hero looked at him, confusion and betrayal in hereyes.

“You didn’t save me, you promised to save me…” Then she gasped again, and her body jerked as if some invisible knife was being plunged into her again and again. Fresh wounds appeared in her soft belly…and heknew.

This isn’t real…this isn’t real…wake up. Wakeup!

“Turo! Wake up! You’re hurting me,wakeup!”

Arturo opened his eyes to find himself on top of her, crushing her with his weight, his hands pressing down on her uninjured belly to stop the imaginary blood. He rolled off of her immediately. “God, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…are youokay?”