Warning: This chapter contains sexual content. Read at your own risk!
By the time everything finished and we made our way to the hotel we were all staying in, everyone around us was more than a little buzzed.
Edward and I were the only ones that didn't drink, due to the tattoos.
We dropped off everyone in their rooms, making sure they'd be set up with pain relievers and water before heading to ours.
He had slid his hand into mine, and interlaced our fingers, as we walked, and would bring my hand up to press his lips to the back of it.
"Did you enjoy your night, Mrs. Massimo?" He asks me, as he leads me to the elevator.
I nodded, smiling in response. "I can't believe your brothers sang Bella Ciao fifteen times." I commented, with a snort, as he pressed the button to up to the correct floor.
He scoffed and shook his head as we made our way to the room.
He remained quiet until we reached our room, and was safely inside.
"Does that usually happen at family gatherings?" I asked, amused.
"That's nothing, when my niece Amara had her christening, Jasper and Emmett ended up in the pool with Nettie and Maria. We had to go in after them after realizing they were drunker than a dog." He informed me.
A small smile pulled on my face, "You have a niece? How come I haven't met her?" I asked curiously.
He sighed, shaking his head at me, "Isabella, there is a reason for that. A while back, Jasper was married to Maria. They had a daughter. Emmett was married to her sister, Nettie. One day, while the three of them were out… Endrizzi's men ambushed them before we could even blink. Jasper's the one who found them." He whispered as he made his way to the bar and gripped the edges of the counter.
I gaped, fear gripped me like a vice as I stared at him in disbelief.
The room grew cold for a few seconds, as I recovered myself before shaking the fear away as I turned to tell him something.
I frowned as I realized he had served himself a drink and was staring at it with the intent to consume it. Before he could take a sip, I made my way over to him and grabbed the tumbler, placing it back on the counter.
"You can't drink." I finally stated as I wrapped my head around what he had just told me.
He shook his head, "I need something to take off the edge." He told me. His voice strained.
I gave him a look. "Then use me." I finally said.
He stared at me, "You don't know what you're asking for." He finally says before turning away.
I gave him a scathing look, "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't know what it means." I snapped.
He kept looking at me intently as he watched me make my way over to my bag and pull out a pair of silk shorts and a camisole.
Without bothering to look his way, I undid the zipper of the dress, smirking when I heard his sharp intake of breath as the dress pooled at my feet.
I had gone to the bathroom with Alice earlier and taken off the push-up bra.
I was only in a silk garter belt and stocking. Along with the lacy panties that leave little to the imagination.
"You weren't wearing that when I tattooed you earlier." He manages to say.
I smile and nod, "Yeah I was. It was under the silk cami dress." I informed him, as I lifted my foot and began to undo the heels.
Without warning, he was kneeling in front of me. His eyes darkened as he wrapped a warm hand around my ankle and helped me undo the shoe, throwing it over his shoulder as he did, before repeating the process with my other foot.
A whimper escaped my lips as he stood up and stared at me.
"Are you sure you want to do this? Once we do this, there's no going back. Nothing will be the same. And there will be expectations of both of us." He tells me.
I chewed on my bottom lip, trying to concentrate, as I felt the heat radiate from his body.
"Expectations? Like what?" I asked.
More conditions? More tattoos? A piercing? What?
"We'll need to produce an heir." He finally says.
An heir. A child.
I guess this was a better deal than having to undergo some sort of right of passage as soon as we arrived in Italy.
"Will I be able to finish my studies?" I asked.
He nodded, "You can do whatever you want. You just have to do it within the means we have." He replied.
I pretended to think about it for a second before nodding. It was a no-brainer. I was almost done with my degree either way. As it was, my degree could be put to use in many ways.
"Okay." I replied.
He raised a brow, giving me a disbelieving look.
"Okay? I just told you what will happen if we do this, and all you have to say is okay?" He asked.
I nodded before moving to the bed. "Yes. Now, are you going to do this, or do I need to do it myself? I saw a removable shower head in the bathroom earlier." I challenged as I stood by the foot of the bed.
His expression changed from disbelief to a predatory one so fast that I wasn't sure if I saw it.
Without warning, he picked me up and dropped onto the bed, watching with a gleam in his eye, as I bounced a few times on the mattress.
"Are you a virgin, gattina?" He asked me, as he undressed.
I lifted my head and nodded as I chewed on my lip nervously as I sat up. Hoping that he wouldn't be put off by the idea.
The smile on his face widened, "Good. Then that means I'll get to take my time with you." He replies as he climbs on the bed with nothing but his boxers on.
From where I laid, I could see the well-defined muscles of his thighs.
He was right when he said he had tattoos I had yet to see. Running down his leg as a large tribal tattoo, which had different emblems integrated into it.On his ribs were two quotes.
'La famiglia prima di tutto' which translates to 'Family above all.'
Followed by 'Ciò che non ci uccide ci rende più forti.' Which translates to 'That which does not kill us makes us stronger.'
I wondered why he had chosen to do those tattoos, as my eyes continued to drink him in hungrily.
His smooth, husky voice brought me out of my thoughts as his hands slowly landed on my upper-thigh.
"Has anyone ever tasted you?" He asked, quietly, as his hands slid up my thighs.
I shook my head in response as my eyes closed at the sensation.
I could almost hear the smile on his face as he leaned down, hooking his finger under where the garter and tights connected.
"You smell as good as I thought you would, gattina. I fucking knew you'd smell sweet like this." He murmured, as his nose rubbed against my core.
I gasped as I felt his warm breath fan over my core and felt myself arch off the bed as I tried to get closer.
"Fuck, Isa, you're driving me crazy. The smell, the sight of your body displayed for me to see like this. I've been fantasizing about you since I met you. I can hardly wait to taste you, feel you… I want get lost in all of you." He groaned.
His words made the skin all over my body feel as if he set it on fire. My toes curled, and my nipples hardened into stiff peaks.
I sighed as I felt his fingers continue to tease my body.
After a whole of him doing this, I finally grew tired of his teasing and began to play with my breasts. Whimpering at both the sensation of his tongue leaving trails on my thighs, the apex of my thighs, my mons pubis, through my panties. As I play with my nipples.
He looked up, about to ask something else when he saw me. His dark eyes darkened further as he stared.
A deep guttural growl escaped his throat as he saw me and pulled me to the edge of the bed without warning. Slapping my hands away, as he bent down and took one of my nipples into his mouth.
I whimpered, squeezing my thighs as I felt him circle his tongue around the hardened peek and began to groan, sending the vibrations straight through my body.
His other hand snaked to the other one, and he gently squeezed it, massaging it gently with his palm and pads of his fingers.
I felt my back arch off the mattress as I felt.
"Fuck..." he groaned, as he lapped again.
I was lost to the sensation, enjoying it completely.
His mouth slowly began kissing a trail down my body without warning.
As he did, his hands suddenly moved, ripping off the lace, leaving me laying bare before him.
His head disappeared in between my legs. And I whimpered as I felt him slowly begin licking my core at a painstakingly slow pace.
My fingers weaving into his hair as I felt him speed up, and I cried out.
I tried to move only for him to grab my hips and pin me down to the mattress. "Oh God! Ed-Fuck yes- Edward! I-Oh my god! Fuck yes, more!" I moaned, throwing my head back as my back arched off the bed again.
An unfamiliar feeling suddenly stirred within me as a wave of heat went through me, causing my toes to curl, and my muscles to tense and release without warning.A moment later, I felt something spray out of me, and I saw black spots dance in my vision.
Edward finally stood over me with a satisfied smile as he wiped his face and licked his hand.
"Fuck. I don't think I'll ever want to not taste you." He groaned as he slowly pushed down his boxers.
I lifted myself on my elbows to watch, as he did, gaping at the size of his erection. "Uh… That is not going to fit!" I gasped, feeling the need to cross my legs.
He looked down and smirked, "Oh, it will, gattina. I just have to stretch you a bit. But we'll make it fit. I'll go easy." He promised. "Are you ready?" He asks.
Before I can respond, I feel his fingers slowly slide inside me.
I gasp at the new sensation, but I can't help the whimper that escapes my lips as his other hand holds me down, as he whispers reassuringly to me.
A moment later, he begins curling and uncurling his fingers slowly before he starts to speed up. The new sensation has me writhing under him.
I can comprehend what's happening, I feel the same wave of heat and see the same spots as earlier, as his name falls from my lips like a prayer.
He hovered over me for a second before I felt his erection rub against my clit, causing me to gasp.
"Are you ready, gattina?" He asks me, as he looks in my eyes.
I lick my lips, swallowing before nodding, as I fist the sheets.
He smiles as he slowly pries my hands from the sheets and brings both my arms around his shoulders. "Hold onto me, gattina." He whispers.
Then I feel as his tip teases my entrance, before he slowly eases into me. The sensation causes me to wince as he stretches me to the full capacity.
"Fuck." I groan as he slowly sinks into me, as he begins to kiss the side of my neck, and chest as he sinks deeper.
"Are you okay?" He asked me.
I let out a painfully, shaking breath before I nod, breathing slightly labored "Yes, but…. Can you give me a minute?" I whisper, as my nails dig into his shoulders, and sweat begins to dew on my skin.
He nods, as he kisses my temple, before he slowly tries to move. I grab him immediately, frowning.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, breathlessly.
"Stopping, baby. You're in pain." He says.
I immediately shake my head at him. "No, I'm fine." I say, reassuringly as he gives me a look.
I can tell he's about to protest but I press my lips to his, and sigh when he relaxes a little.
A few seconds later, I flex my hips, and the pain suddenly mixes with other sensations, and all I can think about is moving.
He takes this as a response to move and begins to sink further, causing me to whimper again as he slowly slides out, and slides in slowly.
Before I can ask, he begins to rutt his hips into mine, our groans both fill the room as I move my legs, hooking them to his arms.
This only causes him to sink deeper, and I cry out, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at the sensation.
"Fuck yes, ilo mia gattina, I've spent days thinking about this moment, wondering when I'd finally get to ravish your body. Now that I can, all I can think about is taking you on every surface of this room." He groans.
I can only groan in response, as my nails slowly run down his back. His chest pressed to mine, and his lips on the side of my neck.
All of the sensations become too much. A loud cry escapes my lips as I begin to feel the familiar sensation from earlier, his hips begin to move faster, and his hands wrap around my hips, squeezing almost painfully as we both orgasm hard.
I want to say that I am tired, but after a few minutes of breathing hard, I look at him with a smirk.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked concerned.
I shake my head in response, "No…" I trailed off.
"Why do I have a feeling that there's a 'but' in there?" He asked as he pulled the blankets over us.
I smiled, "Because there is." I replied.
"Oh, and what pray tell is it that you want?" He asks as he looks at the clock.
"I believe you said something about every surface of this room?" I finally say, intently.
He rolled his eyes, "I've created a monster." He groans feigning annoyance.
I gave him an angelic smile, "Who, me?" I asked.
He smiled, "Who else?" He asked, as he bopped my nose.
"We had a deal." I replied, pouting.
He nodded, "You're right." He said before he sat up.
"Where are you going?" I asked, amused.
He wordlessly pulled me onto his lap l, and slid in, as his hands wrapped around my hips.This position caused him to go deeper, causing me to throw my head back at the sensation with a groan as my hands fall flat against his chest.
He guided my hips back and forth, leaving me gasping for air as he groaned, nipping and sucking my chest.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as his movements became hurried.
"Fuck, gattina, take me... just like that… Oh Dio! That's it. Keep taking my cock. Just like that. Fuck, yes, choke my cock with that pretty little pussy. Yes, oh, fuck yes. So fucking close. A little more- Ah, fuck, yeah. Uh, fuhh-" He groaned before he bit down on my nipple.
The sensations became too much for me, and before I could make a noise, we both orgasmed harder and longer than before.
I vaguely heard as the mattress groaned as he got off and padded to the bathroom before returning.I almost jumped as I felt a warm cloth begin to wipe my legs and in between, before sliding into bed and pulling me to him.
"You okay?" I mumbled half asleep.
"Better than okay. How are you feeling?" He asked me as I felt his lips press on my shoulder.
"Mhm. Tired. A little hungry. And thoroughly ravished." I replied, breathlessly.
He snickered. "Do you want me to call the front desk and see if they can bring up something for us?" He asked.
I opened my eyes and smiled, "Please?" I asked.
He nodded, as he sat up, and moved to get dressed. Only pulling on his boxers before he handed me my camisole and silk shorts.
I scowled at the articles of clothes but slid them on regardless, as I watched him put on a t-shirt and pajama bottoms.
Twenty minutes later, an assortment of light food arrived at our door.
We ate on the bed leaning onto each other before falling into a deep sleep.