her skin, making me smile. “Oh, you’re absolutely right, Kitty.” Slowly, I trailed kisses up to her chin. “There won’t be any blood because I’m going to make you so fucking wet that your pussy is ready for my cock.”
Gemma released a sharp breath, and I used her startled state to claim her mouth once more. After a moment of hesitation, she kissed me back. Her fingers grabbed my neck as she pressed herself against me. Grabbing her butt and back, I flipped us over so she was splayed out on the leather bank of the car and me on top of her. The way her body moved under me, the low moans deep in her throat, the urgent twitching of her fingers in my hair, they all spoke a clear language. Gemma was as desperate for my touch as I was for hers.
The car came to a stop and Gemma ripped out of our kiss, her eyes wide, her breathing ragged. She blinked at me, almost dazed. Her lips red and fucking pouty. The sound of our driver getting out of the car made her tense. Her eyes darted to the back door. “Savio, get off me.”
I nipped at her lower lip. “I’m really not in favor of that plan. How about an early wedding night? A quickie in a limousine is the perfect start to our marriage, don’t you think?”
Gemma’s eyes narrowed. “You really think that I want my first time to happen on a backseat?”
“There are worse places,” I joked. “A limousine is a comfy place.”
“I bet you’ve tested that theory with other girls.”
“What does it matter? You are my wife now, Gem. None of the other girls can say that.”
She shoved at my chest when steps sounded outside our door. “Get off!”
I pressed a quick kiss to her tight lips then bent over her ear. “Tell me, are you already wet for me?” I rasped. “I bet you are.”
“Savio,” she gritted out.
I sat up and pulled Gemma up with me just when the door opened. It wasn’t the driver though. Diego stood in the door and his expression darkened upon seeing the state Gemma was in. Some of her hair had fallen out of her updo and framed her face in messy curls, her lips were swollen and her face flushed.
I slipped out of the car, then helped Gemma to her feet. She avoided Diego’s eyes like he did hers. He had no trouble glaring at me though. He brought his mouth close to my ear. “Couldn’t you have waited until tonight, you asshole?”
I chuckled. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Diego. Gemma is still perfectly entitled to that snow-white dress. I can wait until tonight.”
Gemma was definitely pissed at me after that. Probably because she hated how hot and wet I could get her with a few kisses.
When I led her into the garden where everything for the feast had been set up, thanks to Kiara’s organization skills, Gemma’s expression morphed into one of awe. It was an outdoor wedding. The chances of rain in Vegas were close to zero at this time, so tents would have been a waste. Dozens of round tables filled the center of the garden, which offered more than enough room. Behind them, a dancefloor had been set up which was covered by garlands which would illuminate the place once night fell. I didn’t much care about the flower decorations, but Gemma seemed happy with it and that was all that mattered.
This was the biggest wedding that the Camorra had seen in decades, since our parents had married, and every Underboss and Captain was in attendance as well as Luca as the leading man of the Famiglia. Remo had been wary of having the festivities on our premises, but it would have suggested weakness if we’d been too cautious about inviting our men into our home.
Gemma shook her head, obviously overwhelmed.
Soon the guests took their places and food was served. Gemma was oddly quiet when we moved to the dancefloor for our first dance. With hundreds of eyes on us, she presented her most beautiful smile, but I saw the lingering sadness. It would have been her father’s turn to dance with her after this.
She swallowed, her eyes darting to the black sky. “Do you think Dad and Nonna are watching?”
A tricky question. I wasn’t a believer. I kissed her temple and tightened my hold on her, leaning down to her ear. “Your dad would be happy to see