Deadly Nightshade by Sem Thornwood

Chapter 23

Isabella

When we were in the elevator, Alessio took me up on his arms in one quick move, startling me. “What are you doing?” I said with a hint of horror.

His brows pinched. “It is tradition, isn’t it?”

“Well, I guess.” Then I added, even though he didn’t seem like he was struggling, “Just don’t drop me?”

He looked at me with an offended look. “It is funny you even consider that an option.”

“Just being safe.”

He chuckled, and the doors to the elevator opened. It was a large apartment, and the interior design was very minimal but tasteful. I tried to look around at Alessio’s embrace.

“Since your father didn’t let you come to the city, I couldn’t show you here. If you want, we can find a new place together.”

I wiggled in his arms. “If you don’t let me go, I cannot look around.”

He chuckled but kept walking. “We’ll look around here tomorrow. Now let me show you the bedroom.”

For a moment, I considered asking him to see the apartment now. It would have delayed what was to come, and maybe I needed more time, but then I decided against it because more time was not going to make it better. I actually wanted to get into it fast as possible. Maybe when Alessio’s lips were on my skin, I could get relaxed.

When he kicked the door open, I chuckled. “So violent.”

“Just excited,” he corrected me. His eyes were filled with lust, but his expression was more like he was having fun. It was good. Sarcasm and laughter calmed my nerves.

But when he put me down, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, his expression got a little more serious. He moved his thumb gently along my cheekbone. “You know if you don’t want this, we don’t have to do it.”

“This is our wedding night.”

“If you don’t want to do it, that doesn’t mean shit.”

I decided to be blunt as much as I can, but before I talked, I looked down. “I am nervous.”

He lowered his head, and pressed a warm kiss on my neck, and then murmured, “I can help with that.”

Even that small kiss sent a warmness to the bottom of my stomach. Alessio’s touch was more than enough to get me wet. I only answered with one word. Because one word was enough. “Yes.”

First, he pulled back to gently took off the combs in my hair. He took out the left one and pressed a kiss to my left temple. He took out the right one and pressed another kiss to my right temple. Then he walked away from me to put them on the nightstand. When he turned back, his gaze was so intense. For a moment, I felt self-conscious under that look, but then he put a small kiss on my lips and smile into it, making me relax.

His kiss traveled to my jaw and then my neck. He didn’t rush it. Just let me enjoy every second of it. He kissed, and licked, and sucked my neck. There was a hint of pain that made me sure I was going to bear his mark in the morning.

I felt his fingers travel along the zipper of my dress, right on top of my spine. Weird enough, that ghost of touch created a pool between my legs, and I got even wetter when he asked, “Can I take this off.”

I was so in the moment to speak, so I only nodded and then felt him pulling down my zipper. His knuckles brushed my spine along the way, and the touch of his hands on my naked skin made me remember all of those amazing things he did to me at the lake house.

As he pulled the dress down my shoulders, he didn’t take his eyes away from mine. It was almost like he was testing me to see if I was sure. He already did see me naked, but I was kind of nervous about every step because of what was to come, and it felt good knowing he understood. I could never even think about doing this with anybody else. As I wriggled out of my dress, I couldn’t help but reach for a kiss.

He gave me my kiss, but it was short and kind of rushed. I felt bad for a moment, but then he pulled back, and his gaze traveled the length of my body. Oh, so he just wanted to look at me?

And boy, he did look at me. I have never seen anyone look at someone like that. I was expecting him to look at me like I was his prey. He did look at me like that before, and honestly, I was not bothered by that. I was turned on, but I was turned on by how he was looking at me right now, much more. He looked at my body like it was something holy, and he couldn’t wait to worship it. I was wearing white bridal lingerie, but I didn’t think that was the only reason for the change in his look.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he said. Now looking directly to my eyes. And his eyes were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

With the rush or power his gaze granted me, I reached behind me un unclasped my bra. When it fell down and left my breasts naked, Alessio’s breath hitched.

I had to be closer to him. I had to feel him against me.

I stepped closer and reached for the buttons on his shirt. He was still watching me with admiration. “We need to get even,” I whispered.

He smiled a little at that and let me undress him. When his strong body came into view, it was my time to became breathless. I trailed my fingers on his muscular chest and abs. He was so hard, and all man. His body was a weapon shaped for inflicting pain, but when he touched me, he was more than gentle.

“Kiss me,” I whispered. I needed one last kiss that was just a kiss before everything began. And he gave it to me. His lips closed around mine. His tongue met with mine with utter eagerness. He was hungry for kissing me as much as I was for him.

He massaged my scalp and pinched my waist. I discovered all of the dips and curves of his body with my fingers.

When my fingers came to the trail of dark hair going down to his waistband, I followed it. We were not completely even. I needed to be even. I tried to open his belt, but my fingers were not having it.

“Let me,” he said between kisses. His voice was hoarse with lust, but he still seemed controlled. It was good. Seeing him out of control would only make me more nervous.

After he got out of his pants, he kissed me and pushed me to the bed. When my calves hit the wood, I let myself fall behind. I was probably as ready as I could be. I wanted to do it right away. They said the pain would be gone after a while, so I wanted to get rid of the painful part without delay.

Alessio looked at my form that was sprawled on the bed for a second. Then he came down on me. “I have waited my whole life for this,” he murmured to my lips.

“Me too,” I confessed.

He kissed me sweetly and then kissed his way to my ear. “Let me taste all of you before I make you mine.”

I shivered but nodded. Let him dance his tongue down my throat to my breasts without unlocking our eyes. There were so many nervous and self-conscious thoughts, but I pushed all of them down. It was not time for them. At this moment, it was just Alessio and me. I would deal with my worries tomorrow.

Alessio kissed, and licked, and bit my breasts until my hips were hitching upwards in hopes of some friction. He chuckled at my eagerness. Maybe I should have been embarrassed, but I was too desperately drunk with lust for that. I just wanted him to touch me there, or better lick me there.

Luckily, he gave it to me. He put a soft kiss down my belly and reached between my legs. he took a deep breath and softly bit down the inside of my thigh. “You are my favorite place.”

“Please,” I begged.

He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my lace-covered folds and then hooked his fingers to either side. I raised my hips to help him get rid of my panties. This time I was waxed bare for him. He opened me up with his thumbs, and for a second, I felt the embarrassment of being so exposed, but then he licked me from the entrance to the clit, and all rational thought flew away.

I was already wet, and when he tasted it, a low growl came up from his throat. “So sweet,” he managed with a rasped voice. I wanted more.

More.

More.

More.

And Alessio gave me more. He licked and sucked me taking his time. When I was impossibly wet and was rolling my hips to get more friction from his tongue, he slipped one long finger inside me. We both groan at the same time when I tightened around him. I didn’t want to imagine how much bigger his erection was. I just wanted to enjoy the moment because it felt too good.

He pumped his finger into me as I met his thrusts, and his tongue circled my clit in the most delicious way. When it was clear that I was not uncomfortable at all, Alessio added one more finger and gave me time to adjust the new stretching. After that, his lips closed around my clit, and he rotated his fingers as he entered me.

It was the most amazing feeling, and my orgasm came shaking me to my core. I pressed myself closer to his mouth, and he kept licking me long after my orgasm. He only stopped when I managed to say, “Too much,” with a breathy voice.

He chuckled and then climbed back up. He kissed me like there was no rush, but I knew I was ready. My body was slack because of my orgasm, and every passing second I was getting more sober. I didn’t want to be sober during the pain.

Without saying anything, I reached for the waistband of his briefs. He didn’t let me pull them off but instead looked at me with a serious expression. “Are you sure?”

His consideration made my heart flip, and I nodded, smiling. Only then he got up and got rid of his briefs. His cock sprang free proudly. God, was he bigger than I remembered, or was my mind playing games to me?

When he settled between my legs once again, his cock pressed to my burning core. I rubbed myself to him without thinking, and Alessio growled desperately. “You are making it too hard.”

“Making what too hard?” Was I tempting him to lose control? Because that was the last thing I wanted at this moment. I wanted him to be controlled and considerate because even though the aching between my legs, I was too scared.

To my relief, Alessio’s answer was not that. “Hold back. I want to make this last, but I am close to coming just because you rubbed your pussy to me.”

I flushed at the words, but I was not going to back up. I wanted to do it now. “I am ready.”

“Okay,” Alessio nodded. Then he reached between us and rubbed his tip along my pussy before lining himself with my entrance. I knew I was wet, but I didn’t know if it was going to be enough to make this good.

Alessio eased into me slowly. The stretching sensation was new; his dick was so much wider than his fingers. Yet, I didn’t felt pain when his tip slipped inside. Just when I got relaxed, he slid a little deeper, and the pain came. It was an impossible burning sensation.

I didn’t want to show my discomfort. I wanted to make this good for Alessio. I wanted him to like this so that he would want me again, but it was not possible. It was not the most horrible pain, but it was not easy to hide.

Alessio cupped my cheek with worried eyes, and I realized my face was twisted with pain already. He pulled back a little, and the pain got better. “You, okay?”

I nodded smiling. “Don’t worry about me.”

“This is all about you, Bella.”

Without thinking about to pain, I lifted my hips and made him slip deeper. I bit my lip against the burning sensation. “I want you to enjoy it.” Maybe it sounded so degraded, but I couldn’t help it. My upbringing fucked up my views on sex.

To my surprise, Alessio only chuckled and shook his head. “Bella, believe me, I am trying so hard not to come. It has been too long for me, and you are too tight. The only thing that’s keeping me away from enjoying this is your pain. I don't like anything that gives you pain.”

I swallowed hard. He was always so good at calming me with his words. So, I just told him what I needed. “Can you go slow then? And kiss me? I think it will distract me.”

“Of course,” he smiled. He lowered his head, and one of his hands came up, cupping my breast. He pinched my nipple and captured my bottom lip between his. I opened my legs wider for him and hold onto his neck to kiss him. I focused on his lips and his fingers that teased my nipple. It still burned a little, but Alessio didn’t try to seat himself in me. He pulled back and gave me small thrusts, never entering me fully. He went a little deeper with every thrust. At one point, it hurt like crazy, and I bit down onto his bottom lip hard, but he didn't stop kissing me. He only deepened the kiss.

After that, it got better. It still burned a little every time he entered me, but he took his time, and by the time he was seated to the hilt, I only felt fullness. And only then he pulled back from my lips. His brows were drawn together. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. Are you?” It sounded like a stupid thing to ask, but he didn’t look good. In fact, he looked like he was in pain.

He nodded and kissed the tip of my nose. “It’s just… you feel too good.”

That made me smile. I didn’t want him to suffer; the pain was almost all gone anyway. I moved my hips, and he twitched inside me. That hurt a bit but still was not bad enough to stop me from saying, “You can move.”

He looked at me like I have granted him the greatest present in the world, and then he started to move. It still stung a bit, but it was okay. I mostly felt full. It was really weird feeling him so deep inside of me, but it was good. It was more than just physical. It was too special for me.

“We match so well,” I blurted out without thinking. “I love it.” I wanted to say I love you, but I was not going to do that before I had the talk with him about all those insecurities of mine. A little part of me also wanted to wait until he said it.

Alessio hugged me closer to his chest and left kisses all over my face. “I love being inside you,” he rasped. I wondered if it meant more than just pleasure to him as well. Because to me, it almost felt like our souls were stitched back together. And yes, back together because they were meant to be together from the creation.

After a while, his face twisted with something like discomfort. His thumb found my clit, and he circled it while his length pumped into me. It felt really good. When he saw my pleased expression, he changed the angle and hit a delicious spot deep inside. “Do you think you can come?” he asked.

I considered it for a moment. The pain was almost non-existent, and it felt good, but I was not even close to coming. There was no need to make him suffer. So, I shook my head. “No.”

His thrusts haltered. “Does it hurt?”

I reached and pressed a kiss to his lips. “No, I am just not close. I want you to come, though.”

“Sure?”

Oh, my sweet husband. I nodded and lifted my hips in encouragement. “Just let go.”

Then he did. His thrusts got faster, but I could tell he was holding back to not fuck me harder. It was okay. I met his thrusts, and he took that as permission and thrust harder. Watching him in so much lust was perfect, and it was not like I didn’t like it too. It felt more intense than the slow love-making just seconds before. I didn’t come, but I enjoyed doing it.

Alessio didn’t take too long. After a few more deep thrusts, I felt him spilled into me. It was the strangest feeling, but the thought of him marking my insides felt extremely good.

His body went limp on top of me. He was heavy, but I liked it. I felt protected under him. after he got a little sober, he started leaving kisses to my neck, and ear, and cheek. Finally, he stopped at my lips and kissed me deeply, sweetly. “It was amazing.”

I nodded in agreement. He was still inside me, but he was going soft. “It was.”

He slowly pulled out of me and stood on his knees. He looked between us. First, I didn’t understand what he was looking for, but when I followed his gaze, I understood that he was doing… damage control?

There was blood on the bed linen between my legs, and some pink was smeared on my thighs.

Alessio’s face twisted with regret. “Did it hurt too much?”

It did hurt at one point, but honestly, I wasn’t expecting this much blood. I rose to my knees and kissed Alessio. It was probably not the best sex he ever had. I didn’t want to also make him feel guilty. There was nothing to feel guilty about anyway. He was gentle with me. “It looks worse than it was, believe me.”

He searched my face for a while. Probably to see if I was telling the truth. And I was. He brushed my hair out of my face and pressed a kiss to my forehead. After that, he got out of bed and captured me into his arms before I could even say anything. “Let me clean you up.”

Those words made my heart melt. For some reason, him taking care of me after sex was something so intimate. I was still not sure if he was sleeping with other women, but for some reason, I was sure he didn’t clean any of them after he fucked them.

So, I clung to him on our way to the bathroom. He put me on the vanity and took a washcloth from one of the drawers. After he put it under warm water, he pressed it to my core. Even though it didn’t hurt towards the end, I could feel I was sore. The warm washcloth felt good.

But then I realized something. “I think I am going to be sore for a while.”

“I know.”

“And is it okay?”

He looked at me like he couldn’t understand what I was asking. “Well, I would prefer you didn’t hurt at all, but I guess that’s the natural order of things.”

I nodded. I was too mesmerized by sex, and also, I was tired. I decided to have this conversation another time. Maybe tomorrow.

As he got rid of the washcloth, I pulled him into me by the neck. “I am tired.”

“Don’t you want to take a shower?”

I yawned and gave him an embarrassed smile. “Can we take one in the morning?”

“Of course,” he said and again scoop me up in his arms.

“You know I can walk right.” I mean, probably it wouldn’t be too comfortable considering I was sore, but after all, it was just sex.

Alessio only hugged me closer to his perfect chest. “I know, but I like you in my arms.”

Can’t argue with that.

When we reached the bed, he eyed it for a second and then put me on my feet gently. “Let me put fresh linens.”

I nodded, and when he went to get them, I felt too exposed standing there naked. My things were still unpacked, so I went to the walk-in closet and searched the drawers until I found his t-shirt. I wore a black one, and just when I was about to turn back, Alessio was at the entrance. “You know I liked you naked as well.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course, you did.”

He stepped inside and got a fresh pair of briefs from one of his drawers. He gave me one that seemed a little tighter than the one he was wearing. “Your things are still packed.”

I took the brief and put it on. And even though Alessio was bigger than me, it wasn’t too baggy because my ass filled it. I swayed my hips joyfully. “Good thing I have a big butt.”

Alessio came up to me and cupped one of my ass cheeks with a hungry gaze. “Really good thing.”

I hit his arm and tried to went back to the bedroom, but he didn’t let me before pressing one hot kiss to my neck. Then we got back to the bedroom together. Alessio got under the covers and held out his arm for me. I slide into his embrace. It was safe and familiar.

“Good night,” he whispered to my temple.

“Good night,” I answered and snuggled close to him. I closed my eyes to let the sleep take hold of me, but at that exact moment, I remembered something. I didn’t care at the time, but it came back to me. “Wait,” I got out like if I was not fast enough, he was going to sleep.

“Something wrong?” he sounded worried.

I propped myself upon his chest and shook my head. “No, just wanted to ask a question.”

“Okay.”

“When we were… you know.”

“When we were having sex?” he said in amusement.

I nodded and lowered my eyes to his chest. Maybe it was a bad idea to came face to face while asking this question because I was not sure I was going to like the answer. I also decided to ask this later, but I couldn’t forget his words. “You said it had been long for you. By long, did you mean two months?” Knowing he didn’t sleep with anyone since we were promised to be married would be good.

He shook his head. “Well, no.” This time he looked uncomfortable. “I am… I was active, but two months is really not that long. I think it had been almost ten months.”

My eyes widen. “Really?”

“Yes.” He cupped my cheeks. His eyes were regretful, and I couldn’t imagine why. Ten months of celibacy was much more than I was hoping for. “Look, Mia, you know how things work in the Mob. Fucking is seen as an important part of being a man. Almost as important as killing. I had my first time at fourteen. If we were normal people, I would have waited for you.”

Oh, so that was the problem. “Alessio, I never thought I was going to be your first time. I know you are much more experienced than me. That’s how things work in our world.”

He nodded. “Yes, but I wished it wasn’t. I would have wanted us to have our first time together. I am sorry I have fucked around so much, but I couldn’t do it after the lake house. After doing those things with you, it felt wrong to do it with somebody else.”

Okay, it was hard to stop my happy tears, but I did. I leaned in and kissed my husband’s lips once, twice. “You don’t have to apologize.” Then I added with a little hesitation. “Now, you are mine, and that is all that matters.”

He pulled my hand and pressed an assuring kiss to my knuckles. “I am yours. Forever.”

I again put my head on his chest and smiled at the darkness. “And I am yours.”