He continued to stroke me through the orgasm until my thighs shook and my breaths came in gasps. I’d never experienced a release so intense, and the shock of it blanked my mind for a few blissful minutes.

While I languished in residual pleasure, he carefully withdrew from me and stood. I stared up at him as he quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his powerful body that I’d secretly wished to see so many times. Muscles rippled as he moved, corded arms flexing and abs tightening. His chest might’ve been carved by a master sculptor. He was even more breathtaking than I’d imagined.

He grabbed something from the nightstand drawer and turned to face me. My lips were parted on shallow, panting breaths as I simply stared. I’d never seen a man’s cock before. Luca’s was thick and long, surely too big to fit inside me. He fisted the hard length and sheathed himself in a condom. I licked my lips, watching him with growing apprehension. He would try to thrust into me, and it would hurt.

He settled his body atop mine, a weight that should’ve felt suffocating but was oddly comforting in the wake of my intense orgasm. I liked the reassuring feel of his bare skin on mine, the caress of his hand on my cheek. He looked deep into my eyes, studying my soul. I tried to hide myself from him, but my hands jerked uselessly at the cuffs, and I couldn’t seem to tear my gaze from his steady caramel stare.

He petted my hair, the sensation sweet and soothing, despite my mounting anxiety. His cock pressed against my entrance, and I tensed as fear coiled all my muscles tight. I didn’t want the pain that was to come. His fingers had stretched me, but surely it would be impossible for me to accommodate his size.

“You can take me,” he coaxed, the edge of a growl roughening his gentle tone. “Let me in, kitten.”

“I can’t,” I whispered, barely holding back the tears that stung the corners of my eyes. It was all too much; he was too much. He overwhelmed me completely, and I clung to my will by a thread.

“Yes, you can.” He stroked my hair again, and his thumb traced the line of my cheekbone as though he was memorizing the contours of my face. As though he cared about me. “Be a good girl and relax for me.”

I noted the hard set of his jaw, the flash of determination in his dark eyes. He would take my innocence tonight: our wedding night. My new husband wouldn’t allow me to remain a virgin.

I didn’t want it to hurt. I couldn’t bear it if I fought him and inevitably lost. He’d promised me bliss, and I would take what he offered. I wouldn’t spend my life resisting him only to be irreparably broken in the end. He was my husband, the only man I would ever sleep with. If he was going to take ownership of my body, I could at least take something from him in return: my own pleasure.