Falling for the Devil - Extended Epilogue - Faye Pierce

Falling for the Devil – Extended Epilogue

Luca

Two months later

Never in the world has a woman looked more stunningly beautiful than my bride does tonight.

My bride.

Wife.

Katya Levine is my wife. She’s declared to the whole world that I am the one that she wants to spend the rest of her years with and I could not possibly want it any other way. I’m so happy that I could sing it to the entire world. I’m sorely tempted to. I would, actually, if it weren’t for the fact that Katya has explicitly told me that I’m not allowed to do anything of the sort.

My stunning new bride spins around the dance floor as if she’s moving on clouds.

The veil that she was married in is pinned up closer to her head and the elaborate updo that she picked for the evening. The strapless gown that she chose for today takes my breath away each and every time I allow myself to look at it for too long. The smile that she’s has plastered across her face has the very same effect on me but I will happily indulge.

She’s pinned the bulk of her skirt up in the back so that she can dance and I’m rewarded with brief, intimate flashes of her shapely legs every time she twirls just a little too far.

“Do you know how impressive I find you?” I ask her as she spins in closer to me. Her back pressed as much against my chest as her dress will allow.

“Oh? And why’s that?” Katya grins as I spin her away and back again.

“Moving so easily in your… condition.” I wink as she moves out once more.

The music is so loud at our reception that the only time she can hear me speak at all is when I pull her in close to my chest and growl my words into her ear.

Though, I might like it better like this. It means that I get to see the furiously red blush blossom across her cheeks and there’s nothing that she can do to stop me teasing her every chance that I get.

“Stop it!” Katya practically begs as we move closer once more. “Somebody will hear you and get the wrong impression!”

“What, that you’re pregnant?” I shake my head. “Not yet. But who cares if they do?”

That only makes her blush deepen.

“Seriously.” I commend her. “You’ve been such a good girl so far this evening, I don’t think that anybody has any idea what you’re wearing for me under that dress of yours. Can you feel it every time you move?”

I can see her gritting her teeth. No doubt she doesn’t want to talk about it here. But I’m also willing to bet that she’s so turned on her thighs are coated with her wetness right now as well.

“I’m… getting used to it.”

“Then next time, we will have to get you something with a little more weight.” I tease.

I love watching the way her pupils dilate and her eyes widen at my words. I bet she’s picturing it right now. I hope she is. She had been nearly filled with outrage when I told her that she wasn’t allowed to wear anything underneath of her wedding dress apart from my one, special little item. She had balked and thrown a fit but a few minutes of convincing her with my tongue between her legs and she had caved. Had let me put it on her without so much of a fuss.

The plug was something new for her, she said. But if she was going to promise her life and body to me – I wanted to be able to have all of her body. Every inch and every hole would belong to me. What better night to claim her fully than tonight?

“Somebody is going to know if you don’t stop talking about it!” Katya pushes against my chest like that’s going to do anything but encourage me further.

“Oh, that’s how you want to play it?” I answer and slip my hand into my pocket. She realizes the error of her ways a moment too late when my fingers close around the small remote that controls the vibrating underwear that she’s wearing.

Katya’s knees clamp shut and she nearly falters in her dance step as she whimpers with the sudden pleasure now vibrating against her clit. Her grip is like iron on my bicep as she fights to regain composure and starts to dance once more. Albeit a little less graceful than she had been before.

“Do you think that you will be able to keep them on all night for me, my love?” I whisper into her ear.

She doesn’t answer, but the defiant fire in her eyes lets me know that she’s going to power through. She doesn’t want to lose our little game. She wants me to claim her just as much as I do.

“Or, would a better question be – do you think you’re going to make it all night?” I tilt my head to the side in silent question. I push the button on the panties once more and her knees go weak. She bites down on her bottom lip and I pull her into my chest as the song mercifully shifts into a slow dance. I support her weight with an arm banded around her waist and carry the pair of us through the dance as I know the vibrations are relentless between her legs. No doubt it’s worse every time that I force her to move through the motions of the dance.

I wonder how close she is.

I need to feel her. I want to see her come undone.

Just when her eyes threaten to roll back in her head in front of all of our guests, I turn the panties off. A light sheen of sweat covers her forehead as she glares up at me.

Just to be a shit, I turn them back on full force for five seconds, and then off again.

“Something you need, my love?” I ask her with a saccharine smile.

“Take me somewhere. Now.” she demands.

“So needy.” I click my tongue in admonishment.

“Please. Sir. Take me out of here.” She requests, catching herself.

“I think you can take it a little longer.” I turn the panties on low, just enough to make her miserable with the sensation she can do nothing about as I take a step away from her. “Hmm, I think that I need a drink.”

I know good and damned well that it’s going to be hard for her to walk after me without being noticeable. She closes the distance between us anyway. She’s trying her damned best.

I turn them up a notch again. I swear I can see her nipples through her gown and her thighs clenching together.

“Unless you want to be a good girl, and beg?” I whisper so that only she can hear. My lips brush ever so softly down the column of her neck as I speak.

Full of fire and spark, she glares at me. “Please, Luca, take me out of here… now… please.”

I grin ear to ear and turn the panties up as high as they will go before taking her hand in mind and heading right off of the dance floor. It’s our wedding, after all, we can do whatever we want.

***

Katya

Faster. Faster. Faster.

I can’t walk for much longer. There’s just no way that he can expect me to keep up with him in these conditions. The moment that we are out of the main hall of the venue, Luca turns and scoops me right up and flings me over his shoulder, but he doesn’t turn the damned underwear down for a second. I have to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. I don’t think that I’m going to be able to take it much longer.

I clench my thighs together tightly as my fists ball into the fabric of his jacket. I’m sorely tempted to bite him for good measure just because I can’t take this much longer.

A moan slips out of my lips before I can stop it.

Luca carries us into the first bathroom that he sees and puts me down on the counter at the exact same moment that he manages to turn off the underwear. The abrupt sensations are so sudden and unexpected it’s almost too much.

“Such a good girl for me.” Luca praises me as he kisses down the side of my neck toward my clavicle. “Should we see if you’re just as wet for me as I think that you are?”

If he doesn’t move quickly enough I’m going to grab him by the hair and show my husband exactly where I want his attention. “If you want more begging then I-

“Will give me exactly what I want?” Luca teases with that damned insufferable smirk right before his teeth brush over my skin. I readily arch into the contact. I need friction between my legs. Something. Anything.

“If you insist on flapping your mouth, at least put it to good use.” I beg.

“So needy you are, wife.” Luca breathes into my skin. His hands drop to my legs and start to gather up the fabric of my skirt. I’m only too happy to help him in the process.

“Say it again.” I breathe. Oxygen is harder to come by when he’s speaking to me in that tone of voice.

“Which part, my love?” He sinks to one knee in front of me and my heart flips happily in my chest. I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to that either and I love it. I love seeing him on his knees for me.

“Where you called me your wife.”

Luca laughs. Laughs at me. I swat at his shoulder and he catches my hand. “Careful now, wife, or I shall stop being so generous. We don’t want that, do we?”

His thumbs massage circles up my inner thighs. He finally reaches the panties and curls his fingers around them slowly. It’s torture how slowly he pulls them off of me. I think they are the first pair of panties that I’ve worn in the last month because Luca doesn’t like having anything to bar his access to me when the mood strikes. I’ve gotten so used to not having them there that the extra fabric is too much contact with my overheated, overly sensitive skin.

“Lift your hips for me, wife.” Luca commands.

I move to obey without even thinking. My hands curl around the lip of the bathroom counter and I lift my hips up so that he can pull my panties down.

Luca groans. “Exactly as wet as I thought you were.”

Every movement that I make causes me to be more aware of the shiny metal plug in my ass. The only thing that had distracted me from it was the vibration of the panties and that’s gone now. I’m overly aware of it as Luca no doubt catches glimpse of the jewel the moment that the panties are off of me. I hear them hit the floor but I don’t care.

I hook my legs around Luca’s shoulders and urge him closer before he has the chance to change his mind. I don’t want any more sass from him. He chuckles darkly as he kisses every bit of my exposed skin except for where I want him to be the most. I think he’s trying to kill me.

“Luca!” I plead, his word barely more than a moan on my lips as I lean back against the counter and attempt to grind my pelvis against his face.

Luca takes hold of my thighs and holds me down. He keeps me from moving any more than he wants me to and only then, when I’m helpless in his hands, does his mouth make contact.

A slow savor at first. A man presented with a rare delicacy that he doesn’t want to waste a moment of as he licks and kisses me. His tongue delving deeper, savoring the taste of my wetness on his tongue with a groan of appreciation.

I’m going to come apart at the seams. Literally. I try to move but he’s relentless, never giving my swollen clit any more attention than he deems necessary until I can’t think. I can’t breathe. Only when I’m shuddering, my legs trembling around his shoulders does he show me even the slightest bit of mercy.

His tongue flattens. No more teasing, light touches but something harder as his fingers find my center and slip inside. They curl expertly to the place that makes me see stars.

“More?” Luca asks. I’m nowhere near capable of answering him, but he knows that. “I think you can take more. That’s my good girl.” He adds a third finger. The stretch isn’t anywhere near the way that his cock would fill me but it’s getting me ready for what I know is coming. What I get to have all to myself for the rest of my life. My head falls back and hits the mirror softly. I can’t even bring myself to care about the dull ache in the back of my head as my core clenches.

“Luca – I- I’m-” I try to get the words out, but the moment that I’m about to head over that precipice… he stops. I think I might actually cry.

My body plummets down so quickly I cannot keep up. “No!” I sob. I’m only half aware of Luca moving to stand and then he’s moving me. He pulls me off of the counter and spins me to face the mirror. I don’t trust myself to stand on such shaky legs. He props one of my knees up on the counter and pushes between my shoulders to bend me forward and arch my ass out toward me.

My stomach clenches. I know what’s coming next. I’m not ready. I’m as ready as I’m ever going to be. I’m so turned on – my nerves are like live wires and I cannot think of anything other than how badly I need his cock in me.

A rustle of fabric and I feel him. He grabs the plug from my ass and pulls it out slowly. I hear the metal clatter on the countertop somewhere beside me but all I can focus on is him spreading my wetness back over my hole – and then there he is. Lubricated with his precum and my own cream as he eases into me.

It’s wrong. It’s intrusive and painful and I’ve never felt so full in my whole life.

My face presses into the cold glass of the mirror in front of me. My hand slides down the reflective surface as I will myself to exhale. Slowly he eases inside of my ass, taking and claiming and owning that final part of me that I’ve never given to anybody else before. Something that is only Luca’s and always will be.

His moan shudders through my bones as he sinks further until there’s nothing left. His hand wraps under my thigh, finding my clit and arching me back to his hips as he starts to move – and in seconds I combust. My orgasm had been delayed too long as it was and I can’t fight it off any longer. I don’t want to. It’s blended with the whole new sensations on my end and it just goes, and goes. A climb without a peak.

I cease to exist. I am only pleasure and lightning zaps of sensation and ripples of pain as my body acclimates to him. The sounds that come out of me are hardly human but I have given up caring what any of the guests at my wedding might or might not hear.

My eyes roll up so that I can see Luca’s reflection in the mirror behind me. His hands wrapped around my hip and under my leg as he fucks me. His tie thrown over his shoulder. I don’t even know when he took his jacket off and I don’t care. I can see the strain of his muscles against his shirt and damn if I hadn’t just cum once… not that the second is far off with the way my legs are trembling.

I’m sinking. My bones are turning to molten lava and replacing whatever shape that I might have been before with the one that Luca turns me into. His perfect assault on my clit carries me through one orgasm and straight into another. I think I might black out for a moment. Just a moment. Then he’s filling me. With a groan that I would have swallowed could I have had the ability of kissing him right now. He pumps deep into my ass before stilling. Only then does he give my clit mercy and stop. I can’t tell if I want more or if I want a nap.

I feel the cold of the plug going back to my ass and pushing in almost too easily as I close back around it – sealing the gift that Luca gave me just now deep inside.

He helps me with my dress and picks me back up to sit on the countertop. His hands brush the now sweaty loose strands of my updo back and away from my face before pulling me forward to kiss him. I open my mouth to him, accepting his tongue to dance against mine as he pulls me close into his chest.

“I love you, Katya.” Luca breathes into my lips between kisses. He pauses to press his forehead against mine. “From now until my dying day.”

I can’t stop smiling. I kiss him softly and let him pull me into a strong, comforting embrace. “I love you too.”

I can feel his heart beating against my breasts. It feels like home. Whatever the future has in store for us, Luca will always be my home from this moment forward.

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