by Serena Light
“Don’t worry, he majored in theatre and is always so grandiose,” Salvatore informed her with a shake of his head. “Began this ball hosting event not even three months after graduation,”
“You took over your Mafia on the exact same day as your graduation,” Gabrielle rebuffed, Elena nodding along in confirmation. “I was slow and patient compared to you, sir,”
“You two-” Nicole began to ask before being cut off by Elena.
“Us three,” She corrected. “Gabrielle, Salvatore, Stephan and I were a gang of sorts, hit it off during orientation and were inseparable since. Granted, I was the newcomer since the three boys knew each other beforehand due to their mafia affiliations,” She rolled her eyes.
“You’re in the Mafia?” Nicole asked, surprised.
“Yes, my lady Nicole, I’m the fifth son of Alessandro Cremonesi,” Gabrielle informed, the name instantly inciting recognition. “Given I am fifth in line, I would never become a boss and instead chose to pursue a lifestyle of grandeur and dramatics,” He gestured to the area around them.
“Pleasure meeting you,” Nicole struck out her hand, Gabrielle taking hold of it and kissing the back of her palm with a low bow.
“The honor is all mine, your highness,”
“First ‘my lady’ and now ‘your highness?” Salvatore teased. “Next we know you’ll be saying ‘my God’,”
The group of people laughed before glasses of wine were passed to them, the four of them standing on the balcony talking and laughing, sharing old fond memories as Salvatore informed her of how they maintained contact and how Elena and Gabrielle ended up marrying one another. He even laughed as he told her how on their wedding, Gabrielle had bet 100 euros on Salvatore and Stephan getting married due to their ‘frankness’.
“Oh! I love this song!” Elena exclaimed as she heard the composition, grabbing hold of her husband’s arm. “Come, Gabrielle, let’s dance! You too, Salvatore,” She stated while dragging away her husband who smiled adoringly at his feisty little wife.
Climbing down the stairs, Nicole found herself in the center of the dance floor with Elena and Gabrielle five paces to her left, her gaze fixated on the blue of her husband’s eyes with the rest obscured by the mask.
“Dance with me, Mrs. Regnante,” Salvatore murmured gently as he interlaced their hand together, his other hand resting at the small of her back as she placed it against his shoulder, stepping closer to him as they mirrored each other’s footsteps; waltzing to the music.
Nicole couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her as she watched their feet for a moment, looking up to see an incomprehensible look in his deep blue eyes, a gentle smile adorning his lips as he turned them, changing their positions and forcing her dress skirt to flap along.
“What?” She questioned gently, swaying along with him, both of them going deaf to the music as their surroundings melted away from them.
The smile which her husband gave her had butterflies erupting in Nicole’s stomach, a sensation she hadn’t felt in almost years now. A deep blush overcame her cheeks as her lips instinctually split into a smile.
“Why is it…?” Salvatore trailed and pushed his palm into her lower back, flushing her against him. “I never realized how beautiful your eyes were until now?”
Her cheeks darkened as she looked away, feeling uncharacteristically shy all of a sudden.
“Don’t look away from me,” He murmured, cupping her chin into his fingers and turning her back to face him. “I want to see you,”
Nicole tried her hardest to keep from lowering her gaze, her heart hammering in her chest as the butterflies in her stomach caused a tingling sensation in her neck. A laugh tore through her when he stepped back and spun her in the center of the dance floor, her skirt shimmering in the lighting, a gasp escaping her when he pulled her back against his chest, her arms crossed in his hold, smiling when he placed a kiss on her cheek, both of them swaying side to side.
They spent that evening dancing in each other’s arms, both of them unable to control the smiles on their faces as the songs changed one after another. Gabrielle and Elena having disappeared as the crowd around them kept changing, but neither one of them noticed the change in faces, nor the variation in music; they only had eyes for each other.
“Salvatore,” She called out to him, untangling her hand from his and wrapping them around his neck as he encircled her waist, pulling her closer.
“Hmm?” He hummed in question, leaning down as she placed a chaste kiss against his lips.
“I want you,” Nicole murmured against his lips, her husband cupping her cheek into his hand as he gave her gentle pecks.
“Shall we leave then?”
“Yes,”
Nodding, he pulled away from her and interlaced their fingers together, saying a quick farewell to Gabrielle and Elena before they returned to their hotel. On the elevator ride up, nervousness gnawed at her lower lip, Salvatore standing with his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side as he held his mask in the other hand, his head rested against hers.
Entering the suite, Nicole turned towards her husband, her fingers still tangled with his as she gave him a gentle smile.
“5 minutes,” She spoke with a shy smile, Salvatore chuckling and letting her go.
Rushing towards her suitcase, she took out what she had intended for the night as Salvatore stood with his back to the bed, watching her with amusement, chuckling when she sent an air kiss his way.
Going into the washroom, Nicole removed her jewelry and opened her hair, slipping out of her dress and what she had on below and replacing it with the lingerie she had saved for this night. Darkening her lipstick into a deep red before pulling on the matching robe and fixing the garter around her thigh.
Inhaling deeply, she tried to calm herself feeling nervous, no doubt, but not as much as she had in Versailles. As a matter of fact, unlike Versailles, she was excited.
“Okay,” Her heart hammered in her chest as she unlocked the washroom door, momentarily taken aback by how dim the room was lit as compared to when she had gone to change. The curtains were drawn and the lights turned off, one bedside lamp on, as Salvatore stood in front of the bed, a glass of scotch in hand with his blazer, discarded and his sleeves rolled back.
His eyes were drawn up at the sound of the door unlocking, forcing him to swallow at the sight of his wife who stood in the doorway in a red lace bra and panties, a matching lace robe falling off her shoulders and pooling at her elbows, a garter around her thigh with her hair ruffled and her lips as dark and sinful as the thoughts swirling in his mind.
Closing his eyes tight, Salvatore downed the drink in one go and ran a hand over his face, his heart pounding against his chest with the sound of his blood rushing through his ears being the only sound around him as he put the glass away. Stuffing his hands into his slacks pockets to keep their shaking from being shown as Nicole tentatively made her way over to him.
“Salvatore?” She called out hesitantly, her cheeks flushing a deep pink as she fiddled with the robe, pulling it onto her shoulder before freezing to hear her husband let out a grunt. Her eyes lifting to his wide ones as he turned his back to her.
Nicole pressing her lips together to keep the smile from widening before clearing her throat to watch her husband’s back. Removing his watch and phone and wallet, putting them on the top of the side table before he settled down on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair and exhaled into the space above him.
“Salvatore?” She called once more but froze when he straightened and looked at her with chilling blue orbs that glinted in the dim lighting.
Swallowing the sudden dryness of her throat, she put her hand into his outstretched palm and allowed him to pull her to stand between his legs. Her breath stuttering in her throat as he traced the seams of the lace robe before peeling it off her shoulder and let it fall down to her feet. Nicole tensing at the drag of the fabric against her arms.
“Want me to stop?
” He murmured, looking up at her from below his lashes, his wife shaking her head. “Baby, you’re trembling,” He noted as he dragged his finger down her side.
“I-I…” Nicole’s voice shook as her husband removed his hands from her skin, forcing her to close her eyes and let out a stuttering breath to try and regain her composure. “I’m just nervous,”
“Would you feel better if I got undressed first? And you can go ahead and set the pace of things?” Salvatore inquired in a soft hum, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand, smiling as his wife looked up at him from below her lashes.
“I-is that alright?”
“Of course it is,” He chuckled breathlessly and stood from his place on the edge of the bed, Nicole taking a step back to give him space and fiddled with her fingers when he reached up for the buttons. Stopping short at the stammer his wife let out. “What?”
“Could…could I?” She vaguely gestured to him but swallowed when Salvatore lowered his hand to his side, falling silent. “That is…if you’re alright with it?”
Her husband gave her a curt nod and stood with his hands to his side, watching her take a step towards him and open the buttons of his waistcoat, peeling that off his shoulder and then neatly folding it in half, placing it at the edge of the bed. Her fingers trailed up to his neck, Salvatore tilting his head back a little as she fumbled with the tie before loosening it and finally, pulling it out from beneath the collar with a silken whoosh.
Nicole swallowed and let out an exhale when she watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down when her fingers caressed the top of his collar.
Her fingers trembling as she unbuttoned the shirt. One by one. Going lower until she finally reached his waist. The shirt parting in the middle and exposing only an inch of delectable skin, before she pushed it down his shoulders and watched it slide down his arms, joining her robe at their feet. Nicole resisted the urge to run her hand down his chest as she lowered her hands to his belt buckle. The sound of her breaths and the thundering of her heart as clear as day in the silence of the room, her husband’s voice breaking the trance.
“We don’t have to-”
“-When was the last time you had sex?”
Salvatore was taken aback by the abruptness of her question, his head jerking as he blinked at the top of her head, Nicole’s gaze on his glinting belt buckle against the black of his dress pants.
“The night before our wedding,” He told her finally.
“Did…did you like it?” Her voice lowered, tensing at the scoff he let out.
“Did I like sex? Yes,”
“So…so you know what good sex feels like,” Her fingers trembled as she removed them from his waist, looking down at their bare feet inches from each other. “So you would know how bad I am,”
“You’re inexperienced, so what?” Salvatore cupped her chin into his hands, turning her face to look up at him. “And that’s perfectly alright. It takes time to get the hang of things, especially with a new partner. I mean, neither can I guarantee that this – tonight – would be a pleasurable experience for you,”
“But I…” Nicole looked up at her husband with gritted teeth and frustration on her brow. “I wanted to…”
“What?”
“I wanted to make it good for you. Give you pleasure,” She mumbled, her words growing quieter as she fiddled with the hem of his open button-up, heat rising to her face. “But I don’t…I don’t even know what you like in bed…”
“Something like that can be rectified with a simple answer,” Salvatore exhaled at the words of his wife, leaning down to press his lips to hers. “If you ask,”
A newfound excitement burst in Nicole, her stomach squirming with the thought of knowing what her husband liked as her hands flew to his belt. A surprised sound escaping him at the suddenness of her pulling him towards her before a chuckle burst through his lips.
“What do you like in bed, Salvatore?” She asked with gently laboring breath, her eyes wide and a smile on her lips.
“I…” His throat suddenly ran dry, his breath hitching to feel her fingers make deft work of his belt and then the button and zip of his slacks. “I like getting a handjob.” He threw out the first thing that came to his mind, his wife humming and nodding for him to continue as he closed his eyes to try and regain his composure, losing his train of thought at the feel of her fingertips against his hips.
“I like giving and receiving oral,”
“What else?” Nicole murmured, placing a kiss on the underside of his jaw as she rubbed circles on his bare side.
“I’m fine with any position as long as it’s comfortable on the girl, and I’m alright with being blindfolded,”
“How about being tied up?” His wife’s breath tickled the base of his ear, the smile evident in her voice as she wrapped one hand around his wrist of the palm against her side.
“No,” His eyes shot open, the abruptness and certainty of that one word throwing her off guard. “No bondage,”
“Okay,” She whispered, carefully watching his reaction as she put her hand to the side of his face, smiling to see him melt into her palm. “I think I know enough for now,” Nicole trailed her lips from the base of his neck up to his jaw and then his lips.
“What about you? What do you like?” Salvatore asked when they pushed his slacks passed his hips, exposing the black silk boxers he had on underneath.
Nicole opened her mouth to speak but her words died away when he pulled off the boxers as well, leaving himself completely exposed to her for the first time. Her mouth opened and closed soundlessly as she stared at him. Heat rising to her cheeks before she looked up to meet his expectant gaze, looking comically oblivious to the cause behind her reaction.
“I…” Nicole took a step back, Salvatore watching in silence. “I have no idea about what I like, I never really discovered that aspect-” She ran a hand over her mouth, trying to avert her gaze but couldn’t, hiccupping when her husband took a step towards her.
“Oh, that’s big,” She squeaked, her words causing Salvatore to look down at himself before letting out a silent oh.
His gaze shifting up to Nicole as his cheeks flushed and he scratched at the back of his neck.
“Well, um…we don’t-”
“-Just shut up,” Nicole grunted, steeling herself before stepping forward, cupping Salvatore’s face into her hands and kissing him breathlessly. The sudden assault having him stumble back as his knees collided with the bed, sending him tumbling back. Nicole on top of him. Situating herself more comfortably to be straddling his torso, not wanting to pull away from his intoxicating taste. “Is it bad that I am more concerned about your pleasure than my discomfort?” Nicole’s breath came out in uneven pants, pulling back just enough to give them a second to breathe before pressing her lips to his again, not giving him a chance to respond to her question as she pressed her tongue against the seam of his lips.
Her husband jumped at the wet sensation, but obliged, letting out a strangled sound into her mouth when her tongue slipped past his teeth.
His hands gripped her thighs before traveling up to her side while Nicole’s fingers tangled into his hair, tugging by accident as her husband gasped into her mouth at the electricity that jolted down his spine. Never having felt anyone tug at his hair like that.
“Oh,” Nicole’s eyebrow rose as she pulled back to be staring at the delicate flush of his cheeks and the brightness of his eyes, a fine sheen of sweat developing on his chest. “You liked that?”
“No one has ever done that before,” He admitted.
“Well then,” Nicole grinned, leaning over him with her hands planted on either side of his face. “I guess I’m the first,”
“And the last,” Salvatore added as he gripped her hips into his large calloused palms, turning them onto their sides as Nicole landed with a bounce. Letting out a huff at the suddenness before bursting into a fit of giggles when Salvatore peppered kisses across her throat and at the base of her neck. The skin fl
aring to life at the contact of his mouth.
She hadn’t even regained her composure when she found their places reversed, Salvatore tangling their fingers together and stretching her arms over her head while dragging his lips down her throat to her shoulder and the top of her breasts and the valley in-between. Lowering to her stomach before releasing their finger-locks and caressed her sides as he lowered down to her thigh, inner thigh, her knee, and calf. Caressing down her body as she let out a sigh and squirmed against him.
Her husband discovering all the right reactions to all the right actions.
He whispered sweet nothings against her skin, messaging every patch he could find. Her bra long discarded with her panties following when he wanted to know how she would react to tantalizing touches and near kisses.
A smirk forming on his lips to watch her groan into the air above them, tangling her fingers into his dark tresses in an attempt to get him to stop his teasing.
Salvatore was very talented with his fingers she came to discover not too long after, rubbing in all the right places before his tentative kisses joined the foyer, followed by his tongue.
Oh, the things that man did to her.
Nicole was torn between gripping his hair and tearing at the sheets. Torn between crying, gasping, and moaning. His name or God. The tightening of her stomach and the trembling of her legs, followed by her whimpers and moans just encouraged Salvatore. Her nails digging into the muscles of his shoulder as euphoria washed over her. Her body trembling beneath his hands pinning her down, her cries ricocheting against the walls with tears gathering at the corners of her eye.
The Mafia boss managing to prolong that sweet, sweet ecstasy with a heady drag of his tongue.
Nicole panted into the air above her, laying her head back when she felt her husband’s heat move away from between her legs. Slowly blinking before staring back at his cashier cat grin. His hair standing in odd angles and falling into his eyes. Sweat beading his forehead with his eyes alight. A chuckle bursting past her swollen lips at the boyish grin on his lips.
“You alright?” He asked her, tangling their fingers together when she nodded, unable to form a coherent response that didn’t sound like gibberish. “Feel good?”