Page 56 of Forbidden Bride (Forbidden 1)
“Mmm,” I moan into his mouth.
The kiss intensifies, his fingers plunging faster into me while his thumb runs lightly over my clit. My nipples rub against the smooth skin of his chest as he works my body. Shocks of pleasure dart through me, all my erogenous zones sparking. It’s overwhelming, yet not enough. Raising myself up, I reach down into the water and take his cock in my hand so I can line us up, then sink onto him.
Our eyes lock, and Marco groans. His cock impales me slowly, deliciously, and as my breathing turns to short gasps, Marco holds himself still so I can ease down onto his length at my own pace. I can tell it’s difficult for him to hold himself back, his jaw clenching as I seat myself fully. For a moment I don’t move, almost uncomfortably full of him, unsure what to do next to keep the sensations coming. But he presses his forehead to mine and starts to move my hips, encouraging me up and down until we’ve found a rhythm.
“That’s it. Fuck, Karina, that’s good. You’re so good.”
The praise fills me with…something. I don’t know. This feels so wanton and sexy. Water splashes around us and over the sides of the tub, our breathy moans joining together, the sounds only increasing my pleasure. Marco slides his hands over my ass cheeks, gripping hard, pulling them wide apart as he spears even higher up into me. I lean my head back and lose myself in the feeling of his cock stretching me, plunging into me, stoking the flames inside. The pleasure builds unbelievably fast; there’s no holding back. I’m consumed by the need for release.
“Marco,” I gasp. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“Yes, baby. Let it happen. Ride that wave.”
Squeezing his shoulders, I thrust down onto him faster and faster. I swear he’s gotten harder, thicker, longer in the last few seconds.
“Come for me,” Marco commands. The veins in his neck pop, his face hard with tension.
“I—I—” but whatever I was about to say gets washed away as my body erupts with pleasure.
Moans spill from my lips, the orgasm washing over me in hot waves, making my toes curl against the bottom of the tub. Marco lets out a relieved breath and groans, low and guttural. His warmth shoots into me, and we hold each other tight, coming down together as the water slowly goes still. Breathing in time with him, I relish our closeness.
We stay this way for a while until the water begins to cool. My legs tremble when I finally turn around and settle against him. Marco runs hot water to refresh the tub and resumes slowly massaging and washing me. His hands stroke my breasts, my sides, my neck. My body feels like a feather by the time we get out.
I reach for a towel, but Marco stops me.
“Allow me.”
He takes it and dries my body with the same care he used in the tub. Being tended to this way is so unfamiliar, so new. It’s almost like I’m suddenly living an entirely different life.
After Marco leads me to bed and settles me under the covers, he says, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to get food and champagne and take care of my wife so she has enough strength to get through the rest of our wedding night together.”
He winks and slips into a robe. I watch him leave and settle against the pillows. All the discomfort and aches and uncertainties fade away as I wait for him to come back. This is my new husband, my new life, and it’s already incredible.
Better than I ever could have hoped for.
