Gambling with the mafia

Chapter 9- Ciara

This feels like a dream. Being here in Paris with Declan. Wearing this dress, and makeup and hair to match it. Renata took me to a salon after I picked out the wedding dress and lingerie underneath. They put makeup on me and curled and trimmed my hair. I feel every bit of the princess Declan calls me. This dress is so beautiful- ivory lace with a sweetheart neckline and a short train. That's what Renata said it was and that it was made by Vera Wang. I don't know what any of it means but I do know I'm excited for Declan to take it off and see what's underneath.

I never thought I would feel like giving my body to a man after everything it's been through. I think I'm falling for him though because I am more excited than nervous for him to claim me in that way. We walk down the aisle, well I wobble more than walk in my heels but he has a firm grasp on my arm so I won't fall. It has flower petals strewn on the aisle floor and that's the only indication of a wedding happening, no guests, just a priest at the end of the aisle. I love it. The cathedral is already beautiful on its own; it doesn't need to be dressed up as much as me.

The priest is quick with the vows and before I know it he is saying “Kiss the bride.” I look at Declan and he leans in til we're almost touching lips so I meet him and close my eyes. He kisses me like he can't breathe without my lips on his. I melt into his arms as he kisses me and it continues forever. Well until the priest clears his throat and we open our eyes before breaking apart in smiles.

He holds my hand out to the car waiting for us, opening the door for me. After we're both in he brings me closer to him and we kiss some more. Lazily this time like we have all the time in the world. I don't look outside until we're stopped and then I notice we're back at the airport. I look at him in confusion and he says “We're going on our honeymoon.” I replied, “I thought this was the location of our honeymoon.” He smiles “No, my princess, we're going to our island.” I squeak “Island?!” He just chuckles. We get on the plane and though I worry mildly about wrinkling my dress with all this sitting, it disappears when I see our meal laid out.

“Oh wow, this looks amazing! I can't wait to try it!” I tell Declan and the chef. Declan hands me a glass with a pink drink in it and I look at him questioningly “I'm not 21…” I told him. “The drinking age in France is 18, it's a celebration,” he says and of course, I trust him and take the glass from him. It's sweet and carbonated, I smile at him and we eat. When we finish eating he leans back his chair and pats his seat gesturing for me to sit by him so I get up and go to him. He kisses me softly and between his tux and my wedding dress, there's no room for anything other than cuddling. I fall asleep fast with my full belly and his comforting arms around me.

He wakes me gently and we sit up together, “Where are we now?” I ask my voice thick with sleep still. “The island, it's a little ways off the coast of Brazil.” He reaches for my hand and I take his. We get off the plane and go to another waiting car, and I am ready to get into bed but not to sleep. My skin is prickly with anticipation. It's a fairly short drive around the island to a beautiful two-story beach house. It has windows everywhere and I can't help but wonder what we could do with all this privacy out in the open.

He comes to open my door when we arrive and helps me out of the car. Then he snatches me up in his arms making me squeal and giggle in shock. “What are you doing?” I ask him. “Carrying my bride over the threshold of course.” He laughs a deep beautiful laugh making me grin. He carries me into the house and sets me down, “Are you hungry, wife?” He asks and heads to the kitchen, filling a cup of water and bringing it back to me, taking a sip before handing it to me. I take a sip from the same spot and I start to feel tingly. In a good way. And hungry but for Declan, not for food. I set the cup on the nearest table and turn back to Declan, reaching behind his neck to lower his lips to mine. He willingly kisses me back.

He picks me up by grabbing my thighs and carrying me by holding my ass. I don't even pay attention to where he takes me until he lays me on a bed. His green eyes are dark with desire making my skin feel hot. I sit up and begin to reach for the zipper of my dress wanting it off immediately. He reaches behind me and finds the zipper faster than I can, unzipping me with ease. I stand and let the dress pool to my ankles and step out of my heels with a sigh of relief. He gasps when he sees my lingerie, white lace strapless corset fastened to white lace garters with a white thong that is thoroughly soaked by now.

He lays me back on the bed kissing me “I don't know how much restraint I have in me right now.” He says his voice is like gravel. “It's ok. I'm ready for this.” I tell him and as soon as the words leave my mouth he's ripping my panties off. Tearing through the garters and lace of my corset easily made me gasp in surprise but also arousal. His mouth is kissing my body in the next heartbeat. I feel his mouth on my breasts kissing and licking and his touch is pure ecstasy, his fingers sliding between my legs making me gasp and moan.

With his touches I'm quickly coming undone, my muscles tensing in ecstasy. He lifts himself back up off the bed and gets undressed at a speed I didn't think possible. When he lays on me opening my legs to settle between them I hug him as close as possible to me, reveling in the feel of his skin on mine. I feel him at my entrance and remember the large outline of the thing that's about to go in me “Wait!” I gasped “Is that going to fit in me?!” I ask him in a panic. He chuckles “Yes love, you're plenty wet to accommodate. I'll go slow.” he kisses my worries away and I wrap my arms and legs around him.

He eases into me slowly stretching me, moving back out, and pushing in a little further. “Breathe baby girl.” he says and I notice I've been holding it. “Look at me.” He says, so I open my eyes. “Almost in. Ok, baby girl?” I nod and he thrusts once more and I feel stretched to my max. It aches in a good way. He kisses my lips and moves in me, in and out in a steady rhythm and I can't help but moan. Clawing at his back in desperation he pumps in and out faster but I can tell he's still holding back so I dig my heels into his thighs “Stop holding back I want all of you.” I tell him and he lifts my pelvis just enough for him to pound into me. Now he's moving so fast and hard I don't even have time to hold my breath because I can't catch it at all. I feel my core tighten again with this new position and I'm having my second orgasm squeezing his c**k with my muscles.

I grip Declan hard, scratching his back in the process as I come down off my high. I feel him tense and spasm inside me, and his hot c*m fills me up and I arch my back trying to be as close to him as possible. “Fuck.” He groans. He gets off me and I get up to clean up but He grabs my hand “Where are you going love?” He asks and I bend to kiss him “To shower.” I told him. “No. Wear my cum.” he tells me and his command amuses me so I let him know I still have to relieve myself before bed. When I come back from the bathroom he pulls me to him and curls around me. This is different from my other s****l encounters. Those were traumatic, this is… heaven.