Page 43 of Vow of Desire

He hovers his body over mine and gazes down into my eyes. I feel like a sacrificial lamb as I lay underneath him. The innocent virgin staring into the eyes of the predator who wants to eat her. I flush at the memory of how Matteo put his mouth on me before.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, still not touching me. Just there. Looking down at me.

“I can’t say.”

“Luciana.” His tone is a warning. He wants me to open up. That means admitting to all of my real feelings. All of my real desires. Real vulnerability.

“I was thinking of… when you put your mouth on me.”

“And?”

“And… how much I liked it.” The second the words leave my mouth, I feel a weight lift off my shoulders.

“Then let me do that for you again.” He grabs the end of my silky nightgown and pushes it around my waist. My panties feel wet. It’s my arousal, I realize. I hadn’t even known I was turned on until this moment.

His eyes never look away from me as he grips my panties and pulls them down. The cool air that hits my bare intimate area is almost too much. On display before my husband. My larger than life husband.

Matteo still looks into my eyes as he grabs my legs and presses them to my chest before parting them. I gasp. His large hands frame my thighs. He could hurt me if he wanted to but he’s choosing not to. I have to trust that. I have to trust him because I have no one else now.

Matteo is my husband for the rest of my life.

His eyes finally flick down to my body. “You’re wet.” He slides his finger along my slit. The sensation is so pleasurable, it’s almost unbearable. A soft moan escapes me. Involuntary.

“You like this?” he asks, running his finger over my nub. It sends spikes of pleasure after pleasure right through me. He flicks my clit which makes my hips buck up. “Tell me, Luciana. Don’t hold back.” There’s a desperation in his voice. He needs this as much as I do.

“I like it,” I admit. “I do.”

“Are you telling me that because you think it’s what I want to hear and you’re trying to be a perfect wife? Or are you telling me the truth?”

“The truth. I do like it.”

He flicks my nub again and I gasp. Wetness seeps out of me. He brings his hand to my inner thigh.

“You’re wetness is coating your thighs. You really do like this, don’t you? Don’t hold back, Luciana. I want to show you pleasure. So much fucking pleasure. Enjoy it.”

He bends down and places his mouth right onto my nub. His lips suckle it while his tongue flicks at it. It’s almost too much to handle.

A whimper leaves me. My hands clench into fists around the bed sheet. The pleasure Matteo is showing me is going to kill me. I am willingly letting him put his mouth on my most intimate area. This isn’t what proper wives do.

But I remember what Aurora told me. That it’s ok to enjoy things with your husband. That it’s better than being miserable. That no one else has a say in what goes on in your bedroom with your partner.

Her words help me relax. There’s nothing wrong with this.

There’s nothing wrong with enjoying this.

Matteo licks me harder and harder. I didn’t even know any of this was possible. My hips rise and fall, seeking… something.Another release like he gave me before. The orgasm I was never taught.

But I know now and that’s what matters. I am getting the education I was denied.

Matteo grips my thighs and looks up at me as he eats me out. The sight makes me blush. His mouth, so close to areas I never let anyone see before. The pleasure he’s giving me which I didn’t know existed. I’ve been missing out.

I was saving it all for my husband.

Matteo licks me from my entrance up to my clit. A moan crawls its way out of my throat and leaves my lips. It all feels like heaven on earth.

His lips find my nub and play with it over and over and over again until I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. My head whips back and forth. I don’t know how others withstand this sort of pleasure. I feel like I’m doing to die while also being reborn for the first time in my life.

He lets out a low growl as he licks me harder.