Becoming His Wife by Hayley Faiman
Chapter Four
ELIO
Discarding my suit, I watch the bathroom door, waiting for it to open so that my wife will be revealed to me again. I feel like an addict. It has been minutes since I’ve seen her, far too fucking long. I need to have constant visual contact with her at all times.
Wearing nothing, I climb into the bed, leaning my back against the headboard, I tug the sheet up to my hips and I wait. It doesn’t take long, it’s just a few moments before the door opens and Mia walks into the room.
She’s wearing a white nightgown. It’s covering more than I would prefer, but it doesn’t take away from her stunning beauty. Her dark glossy hair is down, her makeup still in place, including her bright red lipstick. I want nothing more than to see those red lips wrapped around my cock.
“We need to talk,” I announce.
Her eyes widen and she licks those red lips before she walks over to me, sinking down on the edge of the bed, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Talk,” she says.
My lips curve up into a grin and I lean forward slightly. “Gavino told me you’re reluctant about this marriage. I don’t blame you. I’m a stranger. I know that you were a free woman before this, freer than most women in this life, yes?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I carried on as I wished.”
I hum, knowing exactly what she means. “We need ground rules.”
“Rules,” she spits as if the word is filthy. I chuckle softly, enjoying her spirit.
“Rules,” I confirm. “But they don’t need to be ones that are not mutually beneficial.”
“Go on,” she whispers.
“Give me six months of your undivided attention.”
She doesn’t say anything right away, her eyes widen and her breath hitches, but she doesn’t respond to my suggestion, yet.
“Six months of the two of us getting to know one another, being together exclusively.”
“Then?”
“If it does not suit either of us, then we reevaluate. I will not force you into a physical relationship with only me if it does not make you happy,” I explain.
“What happens if I want other men?”
My lips curve up, knowing that I will be able to satisfy her and that all of this is nothing other than a moot point. I play her game though. I will allow her to think that she has control over this, when I know for certain that her body will want no other. I know this because I will work harder than any other man on this earth to make this woman as addicted to me as I already am to her.
“Then you may do as you wish, as long as you stay as my wife, do not flaunt your men, and still take me so that we can have children together.”
She licks her lips and I watch as they curve up into a smile. “Then I agree, Elio.”
“Good. Now take that off and let me see my wife in all her beauty.”
MIA
My entire bodyshivers from his demand. I can’t deny that I love his compromise, mainly because there is no way this one man is going to satisfy me in all ways in just six months. I will be back to making my own choices in no time and I can’t wait.
Standing, I reach for the hem of my demure white silk nightgown and pull it up my body, tossing it to the side. Turning to Elio, I watch as his gaze scans my entire body, lingering on my tits before he looks in my eyes.
My lips curve up into a small smile as I make my way over to him. Lifting my knee, I climb onto the bed, moving closer to Elio. I refuse to think of him as my husband. Straddling his hips, I lift my hands and grip his shoulders.
Elio makes no move to touch me. Instead, he watches me, as if waiting to see what I’m going to say or do next. Licking my lips, I look into his eyes, mesmerized by him. He is calm and still as he watches me.
“Elio,” I exhale. “Touch me.”
If I’m giving this a chance for six months, I need to give it a real chance and nothing is more real than sex on your wedding night, especially since it’s been almost two years since I’ve had sex with anyone at all.
When I ran, I didn’t have the time or inclination to be with anyone. So at this point, after all the stress of running, of being caught, of agreeing to this marriage is finally gone, I’m suddenly on edge and my body is ready.
Elio reaches out. His fingertips skim my shoulders, my arms, all the way down to my wrist. His touch is far too gentle, but I don’t hate it. In fact, I like it. A shiver of desire rolls through my body as his fingertips skim my arms, my waist, my hips, my stomach and then finally my breasts.
My entire body feels like one gigantic nerve ending. Every touch feels like a million and I’ve never felt this sensitive to another person before in my entire life. I don’t know what Elio is doing to me, how he is making me feel this way, but I need more.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I can’t look away from him, his eyes have me completely arrested in my place. He smiles, his hands cupping my breasts. When his thumbs slide across my hard nipples, I hiss.
“Need something?” he asks.
He isn’t making this easy, but I can’t deny that I don’t mind. I like it, probably a bit too much.
“You,” I whisper.
“I’m right here.”
Arching a brow, my breath is heavy as I attempt to just breathe in and out. Leaning forward, I almost touch my lips to his, keeping them just far enough that they don’t.
“I need you, Elio,” I whisper.
He groans. Then, before I’ve realized what is happening, his hands move to my hips. He grips me tightly, lifting me, and then slams me down along his length. My head flies back as I cry out with pleasure. He fills me, stretches me, and in that moment, I realize that he may just own me, too.
