*turns on AC* ok. Continue 😎

"L-Luca," I whimpered again, rolling my head back against his strong chest. 

Slowly, the zipper of my dress lower and I grinned. Then I remember his gift tucked away in my bag.  Leaning away from Luca, I turned in his arms.

"I need a minute," I confessed, shyly peering up under my lashes. 

Luca's warm hand cupped my cheek.  His lips tilted into a smile.  "Don't take to long."

I nodded then stepped away to go to my suitcase.  The bag was right on top.  I was able to subtly slip it out then head for the nearest door.  Luckily I guessed right and closed the bathroom door behind me.  The zipper was down on my dress enough for me to reach the rest of the way.  I shimmied out of the softly ruffling fabric and draped it over the edge of the tub.

I was already wearing the white lace panties embroidered with the word His.  My heart raced in anticipation as I slipped on the matching balconette bra followed by the silky white robe.  Shaly fingers tied the light blue sash. With a devious smirk, I stepped back into the heels. I tugged my hair lose then quickly ran a brush through it.  One more check at makeup and I deemed myself as ready as I would be.

Heart pounding with unexplainable nerves, I emerged quietly into the master bedroom with my heels lightly tapping on the hardwood floor.  I couldn't understand my steadily growing nervousness.  We had been intimate before, many times, so that was nothing new.  Perhaps it was the dawning realization this would be our first intimate time together as husband and wife.

The lamps remained off but a soft white glow from the moon filtered in through the windows.  I slowly strolled across the room. The moon disappeared behind clouds.  Now bathed in darkness, I couldn't see Luca in the room.  When a sudden bright white flash illuminated the space, I saw his silhouette in the open double doors that led to a private patio.  I watched from a fair distance.  He raised a glass toward his face causing ice to lightly clink against the sides.

Watching him gaze out at the incoming storm stirred a renewed desire in my belly.  My breathing deepened, lips tilted into a smirk.  I tiptoed to lean against the doorjamb.  Luca had one hand stuffed in a pocket while the other held onto the glass of amber liquid he brought again to his lips.

"Did you pour me one?" I asked in a low tone, breaking the silence.

Luca spun around, swallowing hard once those forest depths landed on me.  His eyes widened in surprise then traveled down my body.  The desire I felt pulsing from him gave me a boost of courage.

"My God," he murmured.  His eyes locked on mine.  He set the glass down, shaking his head and answered me huskily, "No time for a drink."

My back pressed against the door jamb.  Luca closed the distance in a flash.  Hands went to my waist, fingertips gently gliding over the sash until they found the knot.  I kept my eyes locked onto his while he tugged at the bow.

Smirking at him, I teased, "Impatient, are we?"

"No," he shook his head.  Luca leisurely ran his thumb and forefinger along the center hemline of the silk robe.  The deep rise and fall of his chest was anything but leisurely, though. "Eager to have you in my arms as my wife."

Glancing down shyly, I slid my hands upward inside the parted shirt from his toned abs toward his chiseled chest.  I pinched the top button between my fingers, popping the first out of its slot.

"Then get going." I curled my fingers around the edge of this shirt tugging him closer.  I lowered my voice to a whisper.  "Have me."

A growl rumbled from Luca's chest.  He slammed his lips onto mine.  His hands pushed open my robe.  I yanked open his shirt before wrapping my hands around his waist.  I desperately wanted to feel his skin against mine.  Our tongues danced, swirled and fought as always for dominance.  Luca pushed his body, more specifically his hardened shaft, firmly to rub against my apex thoroughly distracting me. I gasped and shuddered, effectively giving into his takeover of the kiss.

He palmed his way up my sides, squeezing at my globes then continued up my shoulders.  Warm hands pushed the silky robe off to pool on the floor around my feet.  I shook it off to assist then grabbed for Luca's belt managing to get it undone and the zipper down. One hand gripped my wrists, roughly pinning them on the doorjamb above my head while his other moved south directly to his mark.  His middle finger traced the embroidery on my panties.  Instantly, I whimpered and my knees buckled.

"You are mine," he whispered against my parted lips.

"Always."

With his forehead pressed to mine, Luca slipped his hand down the front of the lace panties cupping then lightly stroking the folds of my damp center.  Buzzing with hunger for his attention, my hips rolled over his fingers.  Our speedy hot breaths mixed in the minimal space between our mouths, lips grazing teasingly but not touching again. Yet.

"Please, Luca," I begged shamelessly. 

Ghostlike brushes of his lips grazed my jaw setting my insides on fire. 

"What do you want, Gattina?" he whispered against my neck.  Luca followed up with delicately light kisses.  His fingers stroked lazily with his thumb pressing unmoving on my bud.

I groaned in frustration, turning my face away and tugging my hands in his tight grip.  "Everything."

"As you wish," Luca chuckled deviously then released my wrists. 

Broad shoulders became the achor I gripped onto, steadying my shaking body. Luca began kissing his way down my neck to the valley between my aching breasts.  He proceeded to graze his soft lips over my stomach.  His thumbs hooked into the sides of my panties easing them down over the curve of my hips. 

"You're already soaked," Luca commented proudly.

My fingers raked roughly into his raven curls.  He hungrily kissed on the tattoo forever marking me as his.  I stepped out of the panties, gasping when Luca's nose brushed at the throbbing bundle of nerves followed shortly by the tip of his tongue flicking teasingly.

"God! So help me, Luca," I growled.  I pushed his face harder onto me to get friction.  He retracted his tongue and chuckled as green orbs gazed up at me.  "If you don't stop teasing me," I seethed, "I will shove you onto the floor and sit on you!"

"That," he grinned and stood to his feet, shaking off his shirt.  "Is an excellent idea."

I squealed when his hands gripped my ass, lifting me up.  My legs wrapped around him, lips aiming for his neck licking and sucking roughly.  He carried me toward the massive bed.  Lightning flashed again, followed by a loud grumble of thunder.  Sounds of a furious storm fell muted on my ears.  My focus was solely on this man who was all mine.

Luca turned so he sat back on the bed first, keeping me straddling his lap.  I rolled my hips over his hardness, sighing in contentment to have the stimulation.  He scooted us back until Luca laid down keeping me hovered over him.   Strong hands adjusted their hold to grip under my thighs.  With one easy lift, Luca hauled me forward until my center smothered his face.

"Ahh, yes!" I moaned, throwing my head back.  I wantonly ground my hips over his spearing tongue.

My fingers curled into the spaces of the wooden lattice headboard, shuddering.  His muscle twirled, licked, then speared again between sucking and nibbling the throbbing bud.  Not able to keep my voice down, I loudly moaned his name over and over, groaning repeatedly.  The pressure built in my belly.  With a growled exhale, the string snapped, a dam ruptured, releasing juices freely offered and eagerly accepted.

Humming and trembling from the extreme climax, it was too easy for Luca to drag me down his body to again straddle him.  I pressed my cheek to his chest, heaving for breath. 

I don't know when he did it, but Luca had somehow shimmied off his boxers.  The warm velvet smoothness of his shaft sent an electric pulse through my spine.  He rubbed against the slick folds.  A hunger, a need constantly humming in want for him the last several weeks awakened for him again.

"It will never get old pleasuring you, Gattina," Luca chuckled, arms holding me to him around my lower back and gripping my ass.

A panted laugh bubbled from my lips.  I sat up, pressing my hands to his pects.  "Now it's your turn."

Luca's eyes rolled back, mouth dropping open.  I lowered my hips onto him swiftly taking his length fully.  Strong hands gripped my thighs, rubbing steady circles over the flesh.  I lifted then lowered fast.  Grinning and curling my nails into his chest.  I repeated the motion riding him in torturously slow grinds. He teased me, now it was my turn to tease right back.

Soon my own body's desire took over, steadily speeding up my grinds.  Head lolled back, eyes closed and grinning, I soaked in every delicious sensation of pleasure. I dared a view of Luca and nearly melted at the vision below me.  His eyes were closed, teeth biting his lower lip so hard it was pale.  As if sensing my gaze on him, his lids flew open instantly locking onto mine.

He reached up, gently cupping my cheek earning a genuine fond smile from me.  Sitting up from the bed, Luca snaked an arm around my back, pulling me harder onto him.  His other unhooked my bra, rubbing a splayed hand down my bare back.  I eased the straps down from my shoulders, pulling the lingerie from my aching breasts, tossing it to the floor. 

A warm, wet cavern opened, taking in one of my taut peaks and sucked greedily.  My hips rolled harder, desperate to reach the high of release again.  With a loud pop, Luca released one pebbled nipple and engulfed the other.  His hand on my lower back yanked me harder onto him.

Capturing my lips with his, Luca held me tight, flush against his front then flipped us over.  Our tongues dueled again even through shuddered moans.  He slowly retreated then eased back in torturously slow.  His teeth dragged along my lower lip then opened and sealed over mine again.

I cupped his neck with one hand, breaking our kiss to desperately intake air. My other hand slid down his back until I reached the curve of his ass.  Gripping tightly to the rounded globe, the muscles contract under my palm each time he pushed back into me.  I kept my eyes locked onto his that were squeezed shut under furrowed brows in deep concentration.  I watched him, absolutely mesmerized at the beauty of his expression while lost in our passion. Luca's body trembled above me, his breathing ragged and thrusts became less steady.

"Please," I begged breathlessly, "Finish me." Nuzzling my cheek against his temple, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist.  My heels pressed into his upper thighs to get him deeper.

Nodding his compliance, Luca found my nub with his thumb to rub fast, small circles.  He steadily sped his thrusts.

"I can give you," he groaned, his forehead pressed against my shoulder.  "Anything...you want."

I shuddered in his arms, squirming under him and about to tumble over the edge.  Luca's strong, lean body seized above me, feeling my walls clench.   He pressed his chest flush against mine, ravishing me roughly.  The spurting of his hot seed coated my walls and tossed my body over the edge.   

Luca collapsed a top me.  His cheek rested on my heaving breasts and hot pants of breath fanned the swells. Both of us panted and were lightly coated in sweat. I grinned against Luca's chest. His other hand lazily squeezed my heavy breast, leaving his hand laying on top.

"Did you feel that?" he asked breathlessly, lips tilting into a smirk.

Humming in response, I gently raked my fingers through his dark locks.

The warm hand on my breast skimmed its fingertips down my side raising goosebumps in its wake all the way down to my hip.  My thigh quivered under his feather light touch, still possessively wrapped around his hips.

"My Donna," he hummed, kissing the top swells of my chest.

Hearing that title, I froze. That aspect had not registered in my mind until this moment.  Luca was the Don.  A Don I just married, making me married to the Mafia Boss. How could I be that stupid to not realize the weight of this decision?  I had been blinded by...by what? Love?  Mob Bosses couldn't afford to love.  Isn't that how his father raised both Luca and Braydan?

Luca's nose nuzzled against the crook of my neck between soft kisses.  His hands wandered down my sides. 

"Did you feel the power? The strength we have? We are unstoppable together."

The odd comment broke me from my rambling thoughts.  I gazed up at him with brows wrinkled in confusion.  This did not sound like the Luca I had come to care so deeply for.  He wasn't power hungry, manipulative or one to play games.

"The world is at our feet, Gattina," he mumbled.  He adjusted and pulled out of me then climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

I heard the soft sound of running water.  Frozen, I still laid on the bed in the same spot.  Luca crawled back above me.  He gently coaxed my legs open again, wiping me clean with a warm, wet cloth.  Heated green orbs were locked on my face perhaps gauging my reaction to his words.  Once finished, he brought the cloth to the bathroom.  I scooted around to lay on one of the pillows, turning onto my side.

The bed dipped behind me with Luca's weight.  He sighed laying behind me, draping an arm across my bare stomach and tugged me against his front.  Light kisses peppered across my bare upper back.  Warm lips lingered over my shoulder until they were replaced with the steady exhales of Luca's breathing.  Judging by the shallowness of each light breath, Luca was asleep already.  It had been a long day.

Carefully rolling over, I turned to peer at the sleeping face of my mafia husband.  How dangerous was he? The plan had always been to find a way out, disappear and start over.  Had something changed?  If so, what?  Did Luca still want to get out or stay at the top of the power chain now that our families were combined?

All of these questions needed to be answered.  After our solace.

Uh-oh!  Trouble in paradise? DUH! 😈

Has Luca gone power hungry?

Did something change?

Does he know something?

*wiggles eyebrows* I know I do!

Time to go close out my classroom! Final grades etc then summer can begin! Woot!

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