Chapter 6 The Night We Became One

Three years ago

The ceremony had been small, intimate-just the two of them and his family. She had no parents, no relatives to stand beside her, so Leonardo Riquel's family had taken that place. His mother had smiled at her like she was the daughter she never had. His father had given his blessing with a firm nod. His siblings had welcomed her with open arms.

And then, in front of the altar, with soft candlelight flickering around them, she had whispered the words that sealed their fate.

"I do."

Leonardo had watched her with an intensity that sent warmth flooding through her body. His deep brown eyes held hers, unwavering as he repeated those sacred vows. And when the priest pronounced them husband and wife, he wasted no time claiming her lips, his grip firm yet reverent.

The reception had been brief. A quiet dinner, a few toasts, laughter that rang through the dimly lit hall. But Leonardo had barely touched his meal. His hand had remained over hers the entire time, fingers tracing patterns on her skin, a silent promise of the night to come.

By the time they entered the luxury hotel suite he had prepared, he had been saving up a lot, to give her the best wedding night she could ever imagine, the air between them was thick with anticipation.

The moment the door shut behind them, she barely had time to register her surroundings before his hands were on her.

His jacket hit the floor first. Then her veil. Then the careful undoing of buttons, zippers, clasps. Each movement deliberate, each brush of skin against skin sending shivers through her.

The bathroom was filled with warm steam as they stepped under the cascading water together. Her back pressed against the cold marble wall, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from him.

Leonardo cupped her face, tilting her head back as he leaned in. His lips met hers, slow at first, then deep and hungry. He traced his fingers down her bare spine, making her shudder.

"Eres mía. (You're mine)" His voice was low, filled with possession and something else-something raw. "Para siempre. (Forever)"

She didn't need a translation to understand what he meant. She felt it in the way he touched her, the way his hands memorized every inch of her skin as if he were engraving her into his soul.

Her fingers tangled in his damp hair as she whispered against his lips, "I want you so bad."

A groan rumbled in his chest as he lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

She gasped, eyes widening when, without warning, he lowered her onto him.

A sharp inhale.

His erect cock was all the way, deep inside of her.

A deep moan.

He held her there for a moment, letting her adjust, letting the feeling of him inside her take over. Then, he began to move.

Slow at first. Deep. Purposeful.

Their bodies rocked against the cool marble, the only sounds filling the space being the rhythmic slap of skin against skin and their ragged breaths. The water poured over them, trailing down their entwined bodies like melted gold.

His lips decended on hers to quiet her moans, as he kept pounding in and out of her pussy.

She felt so good, and he was reaching his limit.

Her fingers clawed at his back, desperate for something to hold onto as waves of pleasure built inside her.

"Leonardo-"

He silenced her moans with an another kiss, swallowing every sound, every gasp, every whisper of his name like they were lifelines.

Faster now. More urgent. Their bodies in sync, their desire unrestrained.

And then-bliss.

She trembled in his arms as the pleasure crashed over her, her body arching against his as if she could merge into him completely.

With a deep, guttural groan, he followed, his hold tightening as he buried himself inside her one final time.

Making sure he poured all his seeds inside of her , making sure her pussy ate it all up.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Their breathing was ragged, their hearts pounding against each other's chests.

Leonardo didn't let go. He kept her close, his forehead resting against hers, his arms locked around her like he was afraid she would disappear.

Minutes passed before he finally lifted her, carrying her out of the shower and into the warmth of the hotel bed. He laid her down gently, brushing damp strands of hair from her face.

She smiled up at him, reaching to trace his jaw. "That was..."

"Perfect," he finished for her.

He kissed her again-slower this time, softer. And as they lay wrapped in each other, the night stretched on, filled with whispered confessions, lingering touches, and the quiet certainty that they belonged to each other.

For eternity.