Chapter 39 Eric

Three months later...

The ceremony was taking place at Ariele's grandfather's mansion, an incredibly prestigious and perfectly decorated place. Men would kill just to set foot here; Ítalo was one of the most influential men in the criminal underworld.

When I saw her walking through the mansion's garden towards the altar, my heart almost leaped out of my chest. She looked so beautiful in her white dress, so elegant and radiant. The dress had lace details and a long train that followed behind her as she walked.

As Ariele approached, I could feel the tension in her eyes. I knew she was nervous, so I would make sure to hold her hand and whisper reassuring words in her ear. I wanted her to feel safe and protected by my side.

When they finally reached the altar, Ariele's grandfather handed her over to me with a smile. He said to me with a serious tone:

"Eric, I trust you to take good care of my granddaughter. Make sure to always love and protect her."

I nodded, certain that I would never leave Ariele alone or unprotected. She was mine, for my dominion, care, and pleasure.

I held her two small and delicate hands, kissing them, and gazed into her crystal-clear blue eyes. She was emotional, and I felt like unleashing the beast within me; she was officially mine, and no one could interfere in that.

After the ceremony, the banquet hall was filled with more guests and security personnel. Ariele and I danced, but all I could think about was taking her to my room as soon as possible. Meanwhile, my friend Josef approached me.

"Eric, you did it, my old friend!" Josef said, excited. He would benefit from this as well. I looked at him with coldness.

"Yes, I did," I replied. "Now I just need to keep up appearances as a good husband and soon impregnate Ariele."

Josef laughed and shook his head.

"You know you're a softie when it comes to her, Eric. But be careful, Italo, Ariele's grandfather, may not like you. If she asks for a divorce, he may allow it."

I knew Josef was right. Ariele's grandfather had great power within the mafia family, and if he didn't like me, he could cause problems. I wasn't willing to give up Ariele so easily.

"I know what I'm doing, Josef. If he causes problems, I'm ready to face them."

While Ariele danced with her grandfather, I continued talking to Josef. I knew the battle for my wife would be long and hard, but I was willing to fight for her if necessary. Italo had no successor, and I highly doubted he would go against the family hierarchy.

As soon as the party ended, I took Ariele to our hotel room, where we would spend our wedding night. Upon entering the room, I began to unbutton her white dress while looking into her eyes. Ariele looked beautiful.

Gently, I removed her dress and led her to the bed. I sat down beside her and kissed her passionately, feeling the chemistry between us.

Then, I started kissing her neck while my hands explored her body, feeling the texture of her soft and smooth skin. Ariele was relaxed and happy, trusting me completely.

Little by little, I removed each piece of Ariele's clothing, as if unwrapping a gift. When she was finally completely naked, I held her tightly, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. It was the first night of many we would spend together, and I was eager to make her my true wife.

I looked into Ariele's eyes and saw the love she had for me. Tenderly, I began kissing her again, savoring every moment of our first night together as husband and wife. It would be a magical night for her, as there would be few happy moments that I could provide for her.

I ran my hands over her buttocks and squeezed them, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingers. She let out a moan, and I turned her to face me, kissing her passionately and intensely. I felt her inexperience, but I couldn't control myself. I needed her strong and hard, now.

Ariele began running her hands over my chest, loosening my tie and pulling it off. I backed away slightly and unbuttoned my shirt, leaving my chest bare. She looked at me with desire, and I felt my body ignite even more.

"She is mine," I thought, as I laid her on the bed. Her pink nipples called out to me, and I put them in my mouth, sucking hard as she moaned. Her body was a temptation, a temptation I couldn't resist.

I ran my hand over her pussy, feeling the wetness that surrounded it. I bent down and licked her entrance, hearing her scream in surprise.

"Relax, Ariele. I'm taking what's mine," I told her before devouring her mercilessly.

She moaned loudly, and I inserted a finger into her slit. I felt her body tense up, but then I licked her again, intensifying the licks. When I felt her body relax, I inserted another finger.

"That hurts," she said, hoarse. I was going deeper than the first time we did this, three months ago.

"It'll be worth it, I guarantee," I replied before making her climax in my mouth.

I stood up and removed my pants and underwear together, feeling her gaze on me.

"Don't worry. It'll fit," I said. I lay on top of her, feeling the heat of her body. I started to penetrate her, feeling her tension as I did. I felt her nails dig into my arms, but I didn't stop. Pleasure and pain went hand in hand for me, and I wouldn't shy away from experiencing either of them.

I felt her gasping for breath, and without warning, I buried myself inside her. She closed her eyes tightly, a single tear rolling down her cheek. I began to penetrate her again, feeling her tension and her nails that didn't leave my arms.

"There's no turning back now, Ariele! You are mine," I told her, feeling dominant.

"And you are mine," she replied, and I gave her a predatory smile. She would never know more than necessary; that's how I wanted it. She was my wife, and I desired her more than anything, but I wouldn't stop my life and pretend to live a fairy tale.

With Ariele in my arms, I took her to the bathroom. She was even more beautiful than before, the glow of her post-orgasm skin drove me crazy.