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Zoe

I take a deep breath, feeling the soft fabric of the dress I designed brushing against my skin. Each step down the aisle feels surreal.

The room is filled with faces I recognize—Dante, Valerie, and even Sabine are seated in the front row. Their expressions all show pride and excitement, and I can hardly believe this moment is finally here.

My eyes find Virgilio at the end of the aisle. He looks incredibly handsome in the suit I made for him.

As I get closer to the altar, a sudden sensation makes me clench my muscles. The vibrator inside me goes off, catching me off guard.

I manage to keep my smile in place, but I glare at Virgilio through it. He smirks back at me, clearly enjoying his little prank. Then, he discreetly stops the vibrator and removes his hand from his pocket. The relief is immediate, but the mischievous glint in his eyes promises this won’t be the last of his surprises.

Finally, I reach the altar where Virgilio stands waiting. He holds out his hand to me, and without hesitation, I take it. His grip is firm and reassuring, grounding me in this pivotal moment.

Together, we turn towards the priest. The warmth of Virgilio’s hand envelops mine as we step forward. My heart pounds from excitement and nerves, but looking into Virgilio’s eyes gives me strength.

The murmurs of the crowd fade into a soft hum as we stand before the priest.

The priest is holding a small book in his hands. His kind eyes crinkle at the corners as he begins to speak. The room falls silent, and all I can hear is the sound of my own heartbeat.

“Dearly beloved,” the priest starts, his voice calm and soothing. “We are gathered here today to join Virgilio Messina and Zoe Gray in holy matrimony.”

I glance at Virgilio, who gives me a reassuring smile. His hand tightens around mine, and I take a deep breath and focus on the priest’s words.

The ceremony unfolds and I can barely hold back my tears as we speak our vows. We exchange our rings, and it feels like the beginning of a new life.

The priest smiles warmly at us both. “By the power vested in me,” he declares, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

A wave of joy washes over me as he speaks those words.

“You may kiss the bride,” the priest finally declares.

Virgilio leans in close, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. We pull back slightly from our kiss but keep our foreheads touching for a moment longer.

Breaking apart, we turn to face our friends and family together—united as one.

As Virgilio and I walk down the aisle with our arms interlocked, I feel the vibrator buzz to life again. The sensation catches me off guard, making me gasp. My grip tightens on Virgilio’s arm, and I lean in close, whispering through gritted teeth, “If you don’t want me to jump you right here in front of everyone, you better turn it off.”

Virgilio chuckles softly, clearly amused by my predicament. But instead of reaching for his pocket to stop the vibrator, he does something unexpected. In one swift motion, he sweeps me off my feet and carries me bridal style. I let out a surprised squeal as he lifts me effortlessly.

The guests burst into laughter and applause at his bold move. “The wedding party will go on as planned!” Virgilio announces with a broad grin. “Eat to your fill and dance the night away! But I’m taking my wife home.”

My cheeks flush bright red as I hit his chest playfully. “Virgilio!” I scold him, but there’s no real anger in my voice—just embarrassment and joy.

He carries me through the crowd, and I can’t help but laugh at the playful hoots and cheers from our friends and family. Despite my initial shock, being in Virgilio’s arms feels safe and right.

As we make our way out of the venue, I bury my face in his neck, hiding my blush. His strong arms hold me securely. The night air is cool against my skin as we step outside.

“Are you really taking me home?” I ask softly, looking up at him.

He nods, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think we’ve earned some time alone,” he says with a wink.

I smile, resting my head against his shoulder as he carries me towards our waiting car. The cheers from our guests fade into the background, replaced by the sound of our breaths mingling in the night air.

As we reach the car, Virgilio carefully sets me down and opens the door for me. I slide inside, giddy with excitement for the evening ahead.

Virgilio joins me in the car, and as it starts to move, he finally reaches into his pocket and turns off the vibrator. The relief is immediate, but so is the rush of desire that follows.

“You’re impossible,” I murmur, leaning closer to him.

He grins and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. “And you love it,” he teases gently.

I can’t help but laugh softly at his words. He’s right—I do love it. Every moment with Virgilio is an adventure, and I’m addicted to this unpredictability.

As Virgilio drives, the tension in the car builds. His eyes dart to me, a mischievous glint shining through. “How about a little bet?” he suggests, voice low and enticing.

I raise an eyebrow, curious despite myself. “What kind of bet?”

He grins, clearly enjoying this. “Let’s see how long you can last without touching yourself or begging me. If you win, I’ll give you a reward. If you lose… well, there will be a punishment.”

My heart races at the challenge. The idea is thrilling, and I can’t resist. “Alright,” I agree, trying to sound confident. “What’s the reward?”

Virgilio’s smile widens. “You’ll find out if you win.”

“And the punishment?” I ask cautiously.

“You’ll see,” he replies cryptically before reaching into his pocket and turning on the vibrator to its highest setting.

The sudden intensity nearly makes me bolt from my seat. My hands instinctively move towards my thighs, but Virgilio’s sharp gaze stops me.

“No touching,” he commands firmly.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, struggling to keep my composure as waves of pleasure course through me.

The drive feels like an eternity. Each bump in the road amplifies the sensation, and I grip the seat tightly to stop myself from reaching down. Every fiber of my being is focused on resisting the urge to touch myself.

Virgilio’s eyes flicker between me and the road, clearly enjoying my struggle. He doesn’t say much but his smirk speaks volumes.

Finally, we pull into the driveway of his estate. Virgilio parks the car and gets out swiftly. He opens my door and squats in front of me, his face inches from mine.

“Are you willing to give up now?” he asks softly, but there’s a challenge in his tone.

“Never,” I gasp out defiantly, even though my body is trembling with need.

His eyes darken with determination as he reaches into his pocket again. This time, he activates the moving feature on the vibrator. The piece inside me starts moving rhythmically, driving me wild with sensation.

I grab his arm for support as I feel myself losing control. “That’s not fair. Not fair at all.”

“Nothing is fair in life my love. If you say please, I’ll turn it off.”

“Please,” I start begging before I can stop myself. “Please stop.”

Virgilio smirks triumphantly. “If you had begged earlier,” he murmurs, leaning closer so our lips almost touch, “I would have stopped the car and ravished you right there.”

His words send a shiver down my spine as he finally turns off the vibrator, leaving me panting and trembling in his arms.

We stay like that for a moment longer before he carries me out of the car and to the house.

Virgilio lays me on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. The cool sheets feel soothing against my flushed skin. “Don’t move,” he murmurs, brushing a lock of hair from my face.

He leaves the room, and I find myself catching my breath, anticipation buzzing through me.

Moments later, Virgilio returns with a bowl of ice cream in hand. He sits on the edge of the bed, the corners of his lips curling into a mischievous smile. “We missed dessert at our wedding party,” he says, scooping up some ice cream. “So, I thought I’d have my own here.”

He places the bowl on the nightstand and begins undressing me slowly, his fingers grazing my skin with every touch. Each piece of clothing he removes heightens my anticipation. When I’m finally naked before him, I ask with a smirk, “So, what’s my punishment?”

Virgilio’s eyes darken with intent as he leans closer. “Close your eyes,” he instructs softly.

I do as he says, feeling the cool air against my skin as he moves closer. Suddenly, I feel something soft and silky wrap around my wrists. My heart skips a beat as I realize he’s tying me to the edges of the bed.

“Ohh,” I say playfully, unable to resist a joke even now, “this is getting kinky.”

Virgilio chuckles warmly, his breath tickling my ear. “Oh, I’ve got so many kinks I want to explore with you, this is the least of your worries.” he whispers, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

His words hang in the air as he picks up the bowl of ice cream again.

Virgilio dips a spoon into the ice cream and brings it to my lips. The cold sweetness melts on my tongue, contrasting sharply with the heat building inside me.

He takes his time feeding me small bites of ice cream. With every bite, his fingers graze my lips and cheeks, heightening the sensation.

Virgilio dips the spoon into the ice cream again, but instead of bringing it to my lips, he brings it to his own. His eyes lock onto mine, dark with desire. Slowly, he takes a bite, letting the ice cream melt in his mouth before leaning down.

His lips capture mine in a cool, sweet kiss. The taste of the ice cream mingles with the warmth of his mouth, and I moan softly as he feeds me the icy treat this way.

The sensation is electrifying. The cold of the ice cream against the heat of our kiss sends shivers down my spine. His tongue dances with mine, sharing every bit of the melting sweetness until it’s all gone. He pulls back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Virgilio dips the spoon into the bowl again, this time scooping up a generous amount of ice cream. He trails the spoon down my body, and I gasp as the cold dessert touches my nipple.

Without wasting a moment, Virgilio leans down and wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking off the ice cream. The combination of cold and heat is almost too much to bear. His tongue flicks over my sensitive skin. I arch my back, pressing myself closer to him.

“Virgilio,” I moan his name breathlessly as he moves to the other nipple. He repeats the process, placing another spoonful of ice cream on it before sucking it off with equal fervor. My body responds to his touch instinctively, each lick and suck drawing out sounds I can’t control.

But Virgilio isn’t done yet. He takes another spoonful of ice cream and trails it down my stomach, letting it pool at my navel before moving lower. My breath hitches as I anticipate his next move.

He spreads the cold desert along my inner thigh and then lowers his head to lick it off slowly.

“Virgilio,” I moan again, louder this time. The sensation is intense—too much and not enough all at once.

He continues his journey across my body, using the ice cream as an excuse to explore every inch of me with his mouth. He places another spoonful just above where I ache for him most, teasing me mercilessly before finally licking it off.

Virgilio’s fingers trace a slow path up my thigh, and I shiver in anticipation. He opens my legs wider, exposing my most intimate parts to him. His eyes darken with lust as he gazed at me.

“You’re dripping,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. “And clenching and unclenching your pussy for me.”

I can’t help but whimper at his words, my body reacting to his every touch and command.

Virgilio scoops up another spoonful of ice cream, and I can barely breathe as I watch him lower it to my clit. The cold dessert touches me, and the sensation is overwhelming. The contrast between the icy cold and the burning heat of my arousal drives me crazy.

“Oh, God!” I cry out as pleasure explodes through me. My body convulses, muscles tightening as waves of ecstasy wash over me.

Virgilio looks down at me, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “Bad girl,” he chides gently. “You can’t cum so fast.”

I’m breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath as he continues his sweet torture. My legs tremble uncontrollably, but Virgilio’s firm grip keeps them spread wide.

He lowers his head between my thighs and starts licking the ice cream off my pussy. The sensation is intense, his tongue warm against my already overly sensitive skin. I thrash around on the bed, unable to control my movements as pleasure courses through me once more.

Virgilio holds me down with one hand while his mouth works its magic on me. His tongue flicks over my clit with precision, each stroke driving me closer to madness. I can’t help but moan and whimper under his skilled touch.

He sucks on my clit properly, drawing out more sounds of pleasure from deep within me. My hands clench the sheets as I try to anchor myself against the overwhelming sensations.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, Virgilio removes his mouth from me and slides two fingers inside my dripping pussy. The sudden intrusion makes me gasp loudly.

His fingers move expertly within me, finding that perfect spot that sends jolts of pleasure through my entire body. He curls them just right, and before I know it, I’m losing control once again.

My body arches off the bed as another orgasm rips through me with even more intensity than before. This time, I squirt uncontrollably, soaking his hand and the sheets beneath us.

“Fuck!” I cry out as pleasure consumes every part of me.

Virgilio doesn’t stop; he keeps pumping his fingers inside me while watching my every reaction with a hungry gaze. My body trembles violently under him as waves of ecstasy crash over me again and again.

Virgilio finally removes his hand from between my legs and leans in to kiss me. His lips are warm and gentle, a stark contrast to the intensity of what just happened. I can still feel the echoes of pleasure coursing through my body, making me tremble slightly.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers against my lips. “Squirting like that for me… so beautiful.”

I blush deeply, feeling both embarrassed and flattered by his words. His teasing grin makes my heart flutter, but there’s no time to dwell on it. Suddenly, I feel him entering me.

I don’t even know when he took off his clothes.

The overstimulation is overwhelming. My body is still sensitive from the previous orgasms, and now Virgilio is inside me, moving with a steady rhythm that drives me wild. I can barely form a coherent sentence.

“Oh… Virgilio… too much,” I manage to gasp out between breaths.

He leans down, his mouth close to my ear. “Don’t cum yet,” he commands softly but firmly.

I whimper in response, feeling the pressure building inside me once again. My body is begging for release, but I try to hold back as best as I can. Tears of frustration and pleasure prick at the corners of my eyes.

“Please… it’s too much… stop,” I beg him, my voice shaky.

Virgilio’s movements never falter. He thrusts into me with a determined pace “You know the word to stop me,” he murmurs against my skin, “use it now if you really want me to stop.” He slows for a moment, allowing me to consider. “Be a good girl and use your words for me.” He encourages me to speak, but I realize I’m loving the overstimulation, and him stopping now would feel like dying.

“Please… More.” Is all I can muster, and he grins his satisfaction at my consent.

“Good girl,” he bends over towards me to kiss me on the forehead. “You know your pussy squeezes me so tight anytime I fuck you. It’s like it doesn’t want me to leave.”

My hands clutch at him desperately. He’s right—my body is betraying me, holding onto him tightly even as I plead for mercy. But I guess that’s part of our twisted game of pleasure.

“Please…” I whimper again, my voice breaking.

Virgilio’s response is a deep groan as he continues to move within me, his own control unwavering despite the intensity of our connection. Every thrust feels like it’s pushing me further into a world where only he and I exist—a world in which pleasure reigns supreme.

And just when I think I can’t take any more, I shatter.

My body convulses around him. I cry out, feeling every inch of him inside me, the intensity almost too much to bear.

Virgilio groans deeply, his movements becoming more erratic. He continues thrusting, until I feel his warmth flood inside me. He lets out a final, guttural moan, filling me completely.

“Fuck…. that was amazing,” he murmurs breathlessly, and move to roll off me.

But I’m not ready to let him go. Wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, I hold him in place. “Stay,” I whispered urgently.

Virgilio pauses, looking down at me with a mix of surprise and desire. “Do you want to get pregnant with my baby?” he asks, his tone turning dirty and teasing.

I smirk up at him, the thrill of our connection making me bold. “Yes,” I replied confidently.

His eyes darken with renewed desire. To my astonishment, I feel him harden inside me again. My eyes widened in surprise.

“Virgilio?”

“You started it,” he said with a wicked grin before he began thrusting once more.

I have found something special, something that feels like home in his arms. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.