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Raella's POV
“Calista will kill me if I ruin my makeup.” It was true, but I didn’t care. A second ago, I had been worried about lipstick on my teeth, but now? I would have walked out there with wild sex hair, smeared lipstick, and a wrinkled dress if it meant I got him. Hell, I would have tap-danced down the aisle naked for one single kiss. One single touch.

Vincenzo tipped my chin up and leaned close. Not quite all the way, but almost there. I stretched onto my toes, lips already parted. Kiss me. Ruin my makeup. Destroy me.

“No,” he sighed again mournfully. “Not like that. Like this.”

With a sudden blur of motion, he put his palms on my hips and whipped me around until my back was to his front and we were both facing the mirror.

His breath was hot in my ear. “I want to watch you fall the fuck apart when I make you mine.”

He undid the buttons at the back of the bodice and roughly peeled the dress down my torso until it was a puddle of white at my feet. I loved how he hissed, how his face contorted when he saw the bridal lingerie I was wearing beneath.

It had been supposed to be a surprise for tonight. Whoops. I guessed Christmas had come a little early for Mr. Marinelli.

I caught his reflection behind me—his dress shirt open over his bare chest, his eyes dark with need. I had never wanted anything more.

“We… we have to walk out of this room right now,” I argued in a limp croak. “Because I think I’ll die if I don’t get to marry you today.”

“Oh no,” he breathed, pushing my panties to the side and stroking a finger over my aching pussy. “We can’t have that.”

My whole body trembled at just that little touch. I reached back and hooked my hand around his neck. “Then—oh, fuck me, just hurry up. I’m dying here.”

He smiled and unbuttoned his pants. When he pressed his dick against my opening, his fingers dug into my hips. I arched my back and all it took was one shift for him to slide home inside of me.

Then Vincenzo’s lips were back against my ear. “You can forget all about walking out of here. When I’m done with you, you won’t even be able to stand.”

Vincenzo drove deep into me at the same time his fingers circled my center. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes. I would have collapsed in a heap on the floor if he hadn’t been holding me upright with a hand on my hip and another at my throat. I could see the lines of desire stretching my face in the mirror.

My parted lips matched his.

Those eyes, amber and bright.

He stroked into me slowly. Lingered for a moment. Then he drew out almost entirely before starting all over again.

It was painful how slow he was taking this. Straight-up torture. He knew what he was doing, too. Every time he thought my eyes were fluttering closed, he let his smirk tip up just a bit more.

“Oh my God, Vincenzo,” I cried out. My hands pressed against the glass. “There. Right there.”

I clenched around him as I came. Vincenzo’s breathing picked up, but he didn’t join me. His hands just tightened around my waist, dragging me against him as the orgasm wrung me dry.

“Come with me,” I pleaded between moans. “Come.”

But instead of moving faster, Vincenzo slowed. He eased farther and farther back until he let go of my waist and stepped away entirely.

I was still panting when I caught his eyes in the mirror. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Walk to me.”

“What are you—?”

“Walk.”

My insides were still pulsing softly, coming down from his touch. But I stood up and walked towards him.

My legs shook, but I placed one foot in front of the other. I felt like a newborn giraffe, but Vincenzo was looking at me like I was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

My orgasm was still ebbing away, but I already wanted more. I didn’t think I would ever get enough of him.

When I reached him, I reached out to balance against his chest. “What was that for?”

“I’m checking to see if I’m done with you yet.” He kissed my cheek and my neck. Then he dipped lower, flicking his tongue over my lace-covered nipple. He dropped to his knees and kissed each of my hip bones and the soft spot low in my belly.

It was like worship the way he touched me. Like every inch of me needed his full attention. Like he would have spent a fucking lifetime kissing his way up the stretch of skin between my knee and hip.

I stroked my fingers through his hair. Partly because I wanted to touch him, but mostly because I might have fallen over if I didn’t hold onto something. “And? What’s the verdict?”

He looked up at me from where he was kneeling. His lips were tipped into a smile I wanted to taste. “You can still walk. So I’d say the job’s not quite finished.”

That was all he said before that smile slipped between my legs. At first, I half-screamed like he was branding me when his lips tugged at my clit. Then, quickly, the heat dug deep and settled. I curled my hand around his neck and pulled him closer.

If this was what it felt like to burn, I never wanted to be put out.

His tongue pulsed into me while he circled his thumb over my clit. As heat unfurled inside of me, I stumbled back. The world was tipping and I couldn’t stand upright.

Right on cue, Vincenzo stood, swept me right off my unsteady feet, and lowered me to the floor in front of him. My legs draped over his shoulders as I clamped my thighs around his ears and ground against his mouth.

“Right there—Yes—I need—Want—” Nonsense words tumbled out of me as the orgasm swelled and then broke. I fisted my hand in his hair and screamed to the ceiling.

Guests could have been arriving downstairs right that second. Maybe they could hear me through the walls. But they could have been standing in the doorway and I wouldn’t have changed a damn thing.

They were here to witness our love, right?

Might as well give them something to witness.

I laughed in my head at the thought—that was something Vincenzo would have said.

My thighs shook and trembled as he lowered me gently to the carpet and crawled up the center of me. He pressed kisses to my feverish skin as he went.

“This is all mine,” he whispered, tasting my ribs and nipping at my collarbones. “Fuck the minister. Fuck the ceremony. You are already mine.”

Love swelled in my chest. I followed a drop of sweat down his neck and over his muscled chest with my finger. “I’m pretty sure that’s blasphemy.”

“If this is blasphemy,” he whispered, “then send me straight to hell.”

He filled me completely in one stroke. I tucked my legs around his body and held his head against my shoulder.

We slid together like it was the most natural thing in the world. It was easy and slow and right.

I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

Here. With him.

Pressure built slowly. I scraped my nails down his back and whispered in his ear, “Please come inside me.”

This time, Vincenzo didn’t argue. He spilled into me with a groan and then stayed there. We held each other on the floor, letting our hearts ease back to a normal rhythm.

Finally, he lifted his head and kissed my chin. “Can you walk?”

“I can barely talk,” I corrected. A smile I couldn’t contain spread across my face as tears welled in my eyes. “We really are doing things backwards, aren’t we?”

Vincenzo brushed a fallen tear from my face and shook his head. “No. We’re doing things exactly right.”