Chapter 23 The lake house - Lily
My legs are weak when we eventually stop outside a two story house that sits on a lake.
My cheeks burn when Vincent gives me a heated look full of promises before he gets out and rounds the car to open my door. He doesn't take a step back when I get out. Instead, he lets me slide up against his body, only to pull my face closer to his by my hair.
His lips are desperate, and I can taste myself on his tongue from when he was licking his fingers clean like a starved man.
I like it. I want it.
This is no fumbling boy who doesn't know what he wants.
He licks down my neck to my collarbone, his hands going to lift my dress and cup my ass.
"Vincent." I breathe out. "Someone might see us."
He takes my face in his hand, examining me, his eyes lingering on my mouth. "I don't care who sees us. If they see, they'll know that you're mine."
I knew getting married to him will make me his possession. It bothered me so much before, so why am I not feeling the same anger I did like back then?
"Let's go inside." He kisses me hard on the lips before getting our bags from the trunk.
I follow him around the house on a wide deck that overlooks the water, with boats and people laughing and having a good time, enjoying the summer.
He retrieves a key from underneath a pot plant by the front door, and unlocks it.
"You're not scared someone will break in?" I ask as I follow him into the surprisingly homy atmosphere with family pictures on the walls of people enjoying their time on the deck and in the water.
"This is....nice." I turn around the vast living space, a space made for a family. "Not very mafia."
"Because it's not." He throws our bags on a big leather couch, and pulls me into him. "I inherited it from my grandparents on my mother's side. They were Italian, but not mafia."
"Oh." I want to look at the pictures, see if there are some of him as a boy, but Vincent has other plans.
He picks me up effortlessly, forcing me to put my legs around his waist.
My time is up. He's going to take me. What I thought would happen on our wedding night is happening today, and while I'm still feeling scared, the anticipation is building in my blood, and the excitement is overriding the fear.
If he could make me feel like that with only his fingers like he did in the car, what more is waiting on me?
He doesn't kiss me, he doesn't say anything as he carries me up the stairs and kicks open a door before letting me slide down his body. There's no chance for me to inspect the room, because as soon as my feet hit the ground, Vincent pulls his T-shirt from his torso, giving me another view of his sinfully tattooed body. I'm probably blushing all over when he unbuttons his jeans and pushes it down over his hips along with his underwear before kicking it off with his shoes.
I gulp.
He's going to hurt me.
It's inevitable with the size and girth of his cock, but there's no turning back when he walks over to me and kisses me immediately, his hard and heavy member trapped between our bodies.
He's radiating heat onto me, everything about him hot. His mouth, his tongue licking along mine, his arms where I'm gripping him, and his hands that are clutching my thong and ripping it off me.
I wonder if he can hear my heart beating, it feels so loud in my chest, especially when he finds the zipper of my dress and let the garment pool at my feet.
I'm not wearing a bra, and his nostrils flare when he takes a step away from me, his eyes on my breasts and the triangle between my legs as he starts jerking his cock.
My mouth drops open in utter fascination. The muscles on his tattooed arms are strained as he pulls on himself, the look in his eyes dark and dangerous.
"Take off your shoes." He orders, and I immediately bend down to undo the clasps and step out of the heels. "Lie on the bed and spreads your legs nice and wide."
I walk backwards until my thighs hit the bed, and I sit down, and open my legs. I realise I'm already soaked. Maybe it's still from earlier, or maybe it's the predatory way Vincent is walking towards me with a weapon between his legs that wants to end me.
I have no time to think of anything else, because he stops in-between my legs and wraps my my long hair in his fist before crashing his lips on mine again.
My husband pushes me down until I'm on the bed and his bigger frame is over me, crowding me, his tongue ruthless inside my mouth as if he can't taste me enough.
I'm being pulled higher up on the bed underneath my arms before his hands push my thighs down.
He looks at my face before looking down between our bodies, my eyes following his as the big crown of his cock nudges at my unused entrance.
"Oh my god." I clutch the white bedding in my hands as he pushes inside me on a low grunt, his cock pushing through my walls that are struggling to give way.
Vincent pulls out, only to push back in further, my pussy burning and crying at the same time.
I'm moaning, but not out of pleasure this time, the stabbing pain and burn of him trying to lodge himself inside me becoming too much. I look down again, finding he's not even half way inside.
"Look at me." He grunts out, his whole body tense and straining as he's trying to rein himself in, my eyes clashing with his. "You can take me."
"I... I don't think I can." I want to close my legs, this is nothing compared to his fingers fucking me. This feels like iron burning through my vagina, but his hands are too strong for me to move.
He lifts one leg over his shoulder, opening me up even more, and pushing even further into me, making me cry out.
"Eyes on me." He orders when I screw my eyes shut. "Your pussy is so wet for me, it wants me to fuck it."
He's not wrong. I am wet, but it doesn't hurt any less.
He kisses me hard when he finally breaks through my hymen and I scream into his mouth, a groan coming from deep in his chest as he floods my insides as he cums.