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A growl rumbled in Jacob’s chest, and the butterflies gently flapping in my stomach went into overdrive. Jacob released my hands, moving one of his to grab my hip, and the other to lace through my hair.

He pulled me against his body, lowering his mouth to brush against mine. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, angel.”

His lips pressed against mine, softly at first, but as his grip on my hip and my hair tightened, his lips grew firmer. My heart drummed against my rib cage, and a shiver traveled down the length of my spine, ending in my core.

Jacob nipped at my lip, and I parted them on a gasp. He took advantage, sweeping his tongue into my mouth, and finding my tongue where they slowly twirled together, his tasting of mint and something that I could only describe as pure Jacob.

My hands lifted of their own accord, my fingers gripping his tux jacket as Jacob deepened the kiss. The ache in my pussy turned into an unbearable throb, not helped when Jacob thrust his hips against me, and his rock-hard cock pressed against my stomach.

Before I was ready for the kiss to end, Jacob pulled away, a darkness glinting in his eyes that I’d never seen before. Keeping his gaze on me, he addressed Giuseppe. “Find your way back to the mainland, Mr. Santos, and get our marriage registered as soon as possible.”

He scooped me into his arms, just as he’d done earlier, and carried me through the house with determination set on his face.

“Where are we going, Jacob?” I asked, my lips tingling from our first kiss.

He glanced down at me, a wicked smile taking over his face. “To our bedroom. It’s about time I fucked my wife.”

Chapter 22

My heart almost beat out of my chest as Jacob lowered me onto the bed, my wedding dress and shoes still firmly in place. Nerves zapped through me, right down to my soul, along with a thrum of excitement and a hint of fear.

Would it hurt?

Jacob hovered over me with a glint in his eye I’d never seen before. Possession? Desire? Love? I didn’t know, but it sparked an explosion of fireworks deep in my stomach, which only intensified when my gaze dropped to his lips. I finally knew what it felt like to be kissed by him, and it had blown all expectations out of the water.

“Angel, do you have any fucking idea how perfect you are?” Jacob cooed, trailing a path of featherlight kisses along my jawline before moving to cover my mouth with his.

His tongue plunged inside, dominating mine with a claiming kiss. I melted underneath his touch, my body on fire, and desperate to feel him caress every inch. When he broke the kiss, he lifted himself, his hands rising to undo his bowtie.

“I remember the first time I knew you were mine,” he said, removing his jacket before his long fingers began unbuttoning his shirt. “I could have claimed you that night; you were of legal age, but I wanted to wait until you became my wife.” With his shirt removed, he lowered to skate his lips over mine, not quite kissing me. “I wanted to hear you tell me that you belonged to me before I claimed you. I wanted to hear you tell me that you give all of yourself to me.” He placed a chaste kiss on my mouth while my heart pounded fiercely against my chest. “So do you, angel? Do you give all of yourself to me? Do you belong to me?”

Hypnotized by his burning gaze, my mouth moved automatically. “Yes, Jacob.”

He sat back up and unbuckled his belt, a devious smirk on his face. “I made a promise to you that night, over a year ago—a vow not to touch another woman. And I didn’t. From that day on, I never even looked at anyone else; you were all that consumed my mind.”

I gaped at his revelation. “You…you haven’t been with anyone for a year?”

He pulled his belt free of the loops, discarding it on the floor with the rest of his clothes. “No, angel. I’ve been celibate since the night I walked out of your house, having made the deal with your parents. I knew then that I was going to spend the rest of my life taking care of you; you were the only woman I wanted to be with. I’ll admit, though, I have fucked my hand far too often thinking about you.”

A small grin curled my lips. I’d never given much thought to Jacob being with another woman until he mentioned his parents introducing him to a woman. The jealousy I’d felt then had settled in the pit of my stomach, but learning he hadn’t been with anyone all this time made my heart swell.

Abruptly, Jacob shoved his pants and boxers down; his cock sprang free, and my eyes widened. It wasn’t that I’d never seen Jacob naked before, but it was different this time. I knew where this was leading.

Once he’d taken his shoes and socks off, he hovered over me once more, propping himself up on one strong hand, while the other glided over my satin dress to my hip. He kissed me again before speaking in a breathless whisper. “I wanted to fuck you the day I brought you here, angel, and every time I’ve eaten your pussy since, I’ve come so fucking close to giving in.”

His fingers pulled the material of my dress up, and I wriggled my hips to help him until the front of the dress was pooled around my waist and my bare pussy exposed.

He hadn’t left me any panties to wear under the dress; I’d thought it was because they would have shown through the material of my dress, but I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the reason.

When he placed a soft kiss against my racing pulse in my neck, my back arched as tingles spread through my body and headed straight to my achy core.

Jacob shifted, spreading my legs wide and settling between them. He lowered his mouth to whisper in my ear again at the same time as lining his cock up at my entrance. “You want to know why our marriage is registered in Vatican City?” My response was nothing but an incoherent groan, too lost in the anticipation thrumming through my veins. “Because, angel—” he pushed his hips forward a fraction, the tip of his cock spearing me. “Divorce is illegal in Vatican City; you’ll never be free of me.”

With one brutal thrust, he drove his cock inside me, pain tearing through my body and distracting me from his revelation. I’d never felt agony like it; it was as if someone had plunged a knife into me and was using it to cut me in half. I screamed, my hands finding Jacob’s back and my nails digging into his flesh.

“Fuck, angel.” His words were muffled from where he’d buried his head in the crook of my neck. “Jesus fucking Christ, this was worth the wait.”

“Jacob, it…it hurts.”