Lorenzo pulled away from his wife, the blistering kiss he had given her left her eyes feral and lips swollen. It was only the clapping of the audience that reminded them they were in a Church. Taking her hand, he quickly marched down the aisle, hoping, begging that he could kiss her again. Lorenzo forgot how peaceful the taste of her was, how her scent calmed the purring beast beneath his skin. 'L-Lorenzo slow down' Emilia called behind him, tugging his hand slightly to slow him further. He stopped in the middle of the aisle and turned to her, his hands scooping her up and carrying her away. 'L-Lorenzo! What are you doing?' she whisper shouted, her heart undeniably beating uncontrollably at his actions. He didn't care, he just needed her to himself as he dragged himself back up the stairs he came from earlier and locking them in a room.
His hands lowered her gently but Emilia was too slow for him, his lips melted to hers once more, dancing to the soul of her mouth. In truth, Lorenzo was drunk off the taste of his dear wife. The feel of her lips was heaven to him and the hums of shock leaving her throat only made him smile against her. The couple soon parted in hot pants, their chests rising in a mixture of surprise and lust. 'Y-You can't do that' Emilia scolded, her rosy cheeks betraying her harsh tone. 'Why not baby? Can a husband not kiss his wife?' Lorenzo asked, his hand tracing her neck, his urges to squeeze strong.
Emilia shooed his hand away from her neck 'We are here to do our duty Lorenzo, take it seriously' she scolded quietly, wiping her hands. 'Emilia. I have performed my duty but you are much more than duty to me' His hands found their way back to the slender neck he had stroked before, his fingers now placed on his wife's lips. 'Remember this about me kitten. Everything I do i take seriously' his thumb pushed past those plump lips, dipping into the heat of Emilia's mouth. 'I love when you scold me baby. You're so beautiful when you're stern' he complimented, retrieving his thumb from his speechless bride.
'Come let's go' he commanded. Emilia's mind was running at a million miles an hour, she didn't like how easily Lorenzo weakened her resolve or how his rugged fingers slipped past her lips or how her stomach fluttered every time they touched. Yet she couldn't help casting her mind to all of his words, she was more than duty to him. Emilia had always hoped for a love marriage and she was so sure that this wouldn't be one. She always thought that lust would flutter at moments but Lorenzo would keep his heart sealed away from her like all men of his trade but his actions and words told her differently.
His usual tug of her hand pulled her from her trance as they went down the stairs and outside where their families and guest waited for them. The cheers of their union sung out as the crowd threw petals in the air, watching the newly weds enter the car. 'We are married' Emilia whispered, still shell shocked. It was finally seeping in, she was no longer a Santana but a Valetti. Her eyes drifted out the window and towards her family, her cousins with smiles and her father and brothers with straight faces. 'Si we are gattina. Until death do us part' Lorenzo reminded, his hand had slipped into hers, his fingers playing with the ring on hers. 'You're stuck with me'
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The wedding reception was nothing short of elegance. It seemed that the Valetti family did not cut any corners when it came to the elaborate wedding. The hall was fit for royalty, a grand room in which Queen Elizabeth would be envious of and the regal decorations of tables, chairs and invites would tell of her jealousy. Emilia sat next to her husband, listening to the toasts from their fathers who seemed more elated than the happy couple that their families had finally joined. 'Don't frown bella, you are too pretty to frown' Lorenzo comforted, his hand landed on her thigh, squeezing in reassurance.
'I'm not frowning' Emilia replied, her lips tugging slightly, now nervous that she indeed was. 'Hmm must you always answer back?' Lorenzo teased, his fingers now playful above the fabric of her dress. Emilia had changed form her elaborate wedding gown after the obligatory photos and changed into a charming silk dress. The cowl neck laid way for the jewels around her neck and full chest, whilst her waist was covered yet cinched. Lorenzo could hardly contain himself at the sinfully innocent bride he had acquired. 'But i like when you smile. I love when that stubborn mouth of yours shows joy' his fingers traced her lips lightly, the both of them forgetting that they were in a room full of many people.
'Mr and Mrs Valetti will now dance and then follow with the garter toss' announced Andres, his voice breaking Lorenzo's hypnotic trance. It was only then that Emilia breathed, the oxygen held hostage in her throat finally relieved to escape as Lorenzo pulled away from her but not before holding his hand out for her to take. The couple quickly stood in front of the crowd of people, their hands joining, readying themselves for the music. 'You know bambina, we have never danced before' Lorenzo whispered in her ear, his hand low on her waist tugging her closer. The same stammering of her chest returned, the feel of his rugged hands would always set her skin ablaze and her heart running a million miles an hour. They swayed to the music. 'Don't be afraid of me bella, I don't bite' he growled, pulling her even closer. Emilia's chest brushed against him, her heart betraying her once again 'Unless you want me to?' Lorenzo whispered in her ear, her cheeks painting red at his words
'S-stop that' Mrs Valetti beckoned, lowering her gaze to where their bodies touched, instead of those deep grey pools that hypnotised her into a deep lustful fantasy. Lorenzo's hands roamed her back, falling further down until he rested on the globes of her ass, his hand lightly squeezing. He hated how easily he lost control around her, how her warm jasmine pheromones ticked the beast inside him and conjured it's lustfully feral spirit. Emilia needn't do much around him, just one sweep of her was enough to set him on edge. 'Cosa ho fatto per meritarti angelo?' (What did i do to deserve you angel?) he whispered, his chin resting on top of her head whilst his eyes closed in bliss.
The couple swayed to the old Italian music quietly, their bodies etched together in holy matrimony but in truth there wasn't anything
holy about the sweet nothings Lorenzo whispered in Emilia's ear or how the liquid heat in her veins trickled down her legs. Lorenzo's hands shifted, feeling the heat radiating from below his fingers as his hands adored her thighs. 'I can feel you bella. I can feel how hot you are' he teased, his hands slowly coming back to her waist. 'I'm sure when i sit you on that chair i will be able to smell you as well' he carried on, his tone dark and deep with sensual need. Emilia said nothing, the bobbing of her throat all Lorenzo needed to see.
'What would you like gattina hmm? For me to get on my hands and knees and press my face between your legs whilst everyone watches?' The words tumbled from his mouth, his usual slight tease now turned into a dark euphoria he was high on. 'Hmm? I wonder just how wet my little kitten has gotten from just a few words and touches' The man smirked, his greedy grin a shallow effort to consume the need for her written on his face but her lack of reply prompted him to squeeze her ass once more. 'Cat got your tongue baby? Would you like me to or should we save it for later? huh bella?' He asked again. 'L-later' Emilia whispered, her voice shallow as her nipples pebbled against the fabric of her dress. She felt his arousal on her stomach and she saw the beast in his eyes.
Amongst their whispers, the music slowly faded and their swaying bodies halted. Emilia swallowed, her chest rising in anticipation and nervousness as she looked at the chair that was placed in the middle of the dance floor for her. She walked towards it slowly, her legs crossing as she sat down, she couldn't believe such a tradition existed. Lorenzo followed after her, his tall broad form a shadow across her face, those luscious eyes flaming with such intensity she couldn't look away. Emilia's cheeks grew hotter as she watched her husband descend to his knees, a form she never thought he would take. It was a contradiction, that he would ever take the knee for the likes of her. Yet there he was, the Italian ruler on his knees before her, those dark eyes swirling with a lustrous storm.
Lorenzo's deft fingers trailed up the slit of her dress, his hand now resting on where her thighs crossed. Those same volcanic eyes held ocean blue ones, silently telling her to uncross and she did. His hands continued on their path, burning Emilia's skin as his fingers traced the flimsy underwear hiding beneath white silk. Emilia sucked in a sharp breath, squeezing her thighs together before allowing Lorenzo to separate them. 'Careful bella, I'm afraid you're having too much fun' he teased, with that same devastating smile she adored. His fingers gripped the garter sitting on her leg, pulling it down slightly. 'Breathe Emi Breathe' Emilia chanted to herself, trying to slow her beating heart.
But it fluttered when she felt the softness of Lorenzo's lips, starting from just by her heat and down to her ankle. His usual lazy grin was there before his mouth trailed back to where the garter sat on her tanned thigh. Lorenzo couldn't help but tease her, the smell of her slight arousal unlocked the door to the monster lurking inside of him. His teeth took the garter in his mouth as he tugged it down slowly whilst her stared into the eyes of his love. He wanted to see her squirm under the warmth of his lust, he wanted to smell her dampening cunt even more as he kissed and licked her leg like a dog in heat. He had forgotten all the people watching, the patriarchal chanting and cheering. He only thought of him and Emilia and how she was all his.
Lorenzo finally slipped the garter past her foot and tucked it into his pocket, not caring to throw it behind him. He be damned that anyone owned anything that ever touched Emilia's body. His lips kissed her ankle one last time before he stood before her and tugged him towards his body. 'You smell just as i imagine you taste gattina' Lorenzo purred in her ear, his warm mouth kissing just below it. 'Sweet, delectable. Absolutely delicious' he finished before leading them back to the wedding table.
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