Chapter 4 Make Love!

After everything that had happened, Bianca realized she hadn't eaten a bite all day. The meat tasted delicious, and the wine was exquisite.

"You're a good cook. I think you're ready to get married and be a good husband," Bianca teased, her dominant personality always making itself known.

The handsome stranger didn't seem to like her comment; he raised one of his perfect eyebrows in response.

"That sounds a bit feminist. Are you always this dominant? Shouldn't it be the other way around, with the wife cooking for her husband and treating him like a king?"

"Don't bring up those old-fashioned ideas. They're long gone. Besides, I wasn't born to serve any small-minded man who thinks he's the boss of the house and demands his wife's submission. I'm too busy with the family business to attend to anyone, especially someone old enough to handle his own affairs."

He didn't respond to her fierce comment but watched her closely. The way she held her fork, confident yet gentle, showed she was indifferent to what others thought. Any other woman might have been eager to sleep with him by now, but she was only thinking about how to get rid of him.

"I lean more towards equality," he said, taking a bite of the tender meat.

"Mmmm... that's acceptable. I can't stand macho, controlling, possessive men, but I despise jealousy even more."

'Now we're in trouble. I'm not macho, but when it comes to being controlling, possessive, and jealous, no one could beat me. I'm an Alpha. I'm used to bending the world to my will. I always get what I want, when I want it, and if someone's mine, I don't hold back.'

Bianca finished her meal, licking her lips. She had already drunk more than half the bottle of wine. It had been a rough day, and she wasn't going to stop now. She needed to drown out the thoughts of the man who claimed to love her but had hated her enough to leave her standing at the altar.

Rocco noticed something was off with the woman; she had been drinking too much, as if she wanted to forget something painful. He could see a hint of sadness in her eyes, along with the alcohol-fueled sparkle.

He watched her walk into the living room and turn on a speaker. Music filled the air, and she danced alone, a glass of wine in her hand-a scorching sight that made his eyes shine with excitement and desire.

"Do you want to dance?" she asked, her inhibitions lowered by the alcohol. Normally, she would never invite a stranger to dance, but tonight was different.

The man didn't hesitate to press his body against hers. All she could think about was how damn hot he was.

'You asked for it, Luna,' he thought as he approached the beautiful woman the goddess moon had created for him.

He brought his body close to hers, his height of one eighty-three towering over her one seventy. She shamelessly ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, and he let himself go.

Bianca wasn't sure when Adonis had pulled her into his arms, but suddenly, he was kissing her passionately, gripping her left soft breast with his right hand.

God! He kissed like an angel, but she knew he was no angel-he was a demon exuding lust. Their eyes met for a moment. She was so drunk that she noticed how his eyes had changed from green to an intense, glowing moss green.

She was so caught up in his touch that she barely noticed. She only managed to whisper, "Stop! Don't continue!"

Rocco thought this woman was delirious if she believed he was going to stop. She should have been grateful he hadn't taken her the moment he laid eyes on her.

The urge to mate with her was the strongest he had ever felt in his life. He lifted her onto his waist so she could wrap her long legs around him. He didn't stop kissing her as he carried her to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed and removed the towel covering his erection. She looked at it, her eyes widening in surprise or fear-he couldn't tell which.

"You... you're big!" she stammered, her voice barely audible after seeing his impressive size. The man smiled wickedly, ready to claim her.

Rocco whispered in her ear, "Shhh! Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. I'll be gentle. Just enjoy everything I'm going to give you, my Luna." He was trying to calm her. His Luna was a virgin; no man had touched her skin before.

That realization excited him like nothing else. After searching for her for hundreds of years, desiring to have her in his bed, he would finally make her his wife!

Bianca didn't say anything. She closed her eyes and let the expert Adonis do as he pleased. She had never imagined her first time would be like this, but she was enjoying it.

His kisses were like fire, deliciously burning her skin. The touch of his hands sent shivers through her. She wanted more; she wanted to feel him. Her body was ready for him. She felt him positioning himself between her folds, moving slowly. She knew he was trying to spare her the pain they both knew would come, but there was no avoiding it.

She felt him tearing her apart, and she screamed, "It hurts! Don't continue! It hurts too much!"

"I know it hurts, princess, but I'm not stopping. If I do, it will hurt just as much next time. It'll be over soon, I promise." He kissed his Luna to distract her from the pain of their first time together.

He didn't stop kissing and caressing her. Gradually, the pain lessened. Now she wanted to move, to feel more, and she did. Her hips came alive, making him groan with pleasure. The man groaned like an animal. It couldn't have been normal, but she couldn't think logically at that moment. She just wanted him to keep giving her more of what drove her crazy with joy.

Growling, he pushed her shoulders forward. She lay on her elbows, completely exposed. Rocco positioned himself behind her and brushed his cock against her lubricated entrance once before thrusting into her with a rough motion.

She let out a scream of pleasure, throwing her head back and parting her lips. He growled, holding her waist firmly as he moved in and out.

Inside, she felt her body vibrating. Yes, yes, yes!

This was what she needed, this was what she wanted. Rocco was fucking her like an animal, thrusting against her and pulling back to repeat the motion. His large cock opened her up more and more with each movement.

Although her body wasn't prepared, she was wet enough to feel him slide easily inside her.

His Luna was a goddess. He was lost in her, in those sensual movements. Being inside her was paradise.

She moaned with each thrust. He was completely within her, wanting her to feel everything as she made him enjoy it like a madman.

She cried out in pleasure, moaning as she reached her first orgasm. She felt like she might die, as if the air wouldn't reach her lungs.

He grabbed her round ass and thrust harder until she felt a warm liquid spill inside her. His growls were otherworldly.

Who the hell was she sleeping with?

He seemed supernatural. That thought scared her, but not enough to stop enjoying it.