**Chapter 1: The Veil of Desire**
The wedding bells had barely stopped chiming when Lila, in her cascading ivory gown, caught the hungry glint in her new husband’s eye. The reception hall buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses, but beneath the table, her fingers twitched with a different kind of anticipation. She was no blushing bride; Lila was a woman who knew what she wanted, and tonight, she wanted to set the tone for their marriage—raw, unapologetic, and dripping with lust.
She leaned over to Jace, her boyfriend-turned-husband, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, 'You’ve been staring at me like a starving man all day. What’s on your mind, darling?' Her voice was a sultry purr, sharp with challenge.
Jace grinned, his hand sliding under the table to grip her thigh, the fabric of her dress bunching under his firm touch. 'I’m thinking about how I’ve waited all damn day to peel this off you. I’m already hard just imagining that beautiful, wet pussy waiting for me.' His words were low, a growl of intent that sent a shiver down her spine.
Lila smirked, her eyes flashing with mischief. 'Oh, honey, you think you’re the only one aching? I’ve been horny since I walked down that aisle, picturing you on your knees, eating me out until I can’t stand.' She shifted in her seat, parting her thighs just enough to let his fingers creep higher, teasing the edge of her lace panties. 'Feel that? I’m already dripping for you.'
His breath hitched, fingers brushing against the damp fabric, and he let out a low curse. 'Fuck, Lila, you’re gonna make me lose it right here in front of your aunt Marge.'
She laughed, a wicked, throaty sound, and squeezed his hand between her thighs. 'Then let’s ditch this party. I want your cock, Jace. I want it hard, and I want it now. You think you can handle me on our wedding night?' Her challenge hung in the air, daring him to match her fire.
Jace’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as he stood, pulling her up with him. 'Handle you? Baby, I’m gonna wreck you. Let’s see how loud you scream when I’ve got my tongue on that gorgeous clit of yours.' He tugged her toward the exit, ignoring the curious glances, his grip on her wrist possessive and urgent.
They barely made it to the hotel suite upstairs before the door slammed shut behind them. Lila shoved him against the wall, her hands tearing at his tuxedo jacket, her lips crashing into his with a ferocity that left them both panting. 'Get this dress off me,' she demanded, her voice a command wrapped in velvet. 'I want to feel your hands everywhere—my ass, my pussy, all of it.'
Jace didn’t hesitate, his fingers deftly working the zipper as the gown pooled at her feet, revealing her curves and the lace that barely covered her. He groaned, his hands roaming her body, cupping her ass as he pulled her closer. 'Goddamn, you’re perfect. I’m gonna finger you until you’re sweating, begging for more.'
Lila’s laugh was sharp, her nails digging into his shoulders as she pushed him toward the bed. 'Begging? Sweetheart, I don’t beg. I take.' She straddled him, her hips grinding against his, feeling the bulge in his pants as she leaned down to nip at his jaw. 'Now, are you gonna eat me out like you promised, or do I have to show you how it’s done?'
His response was a growl as he flipped her onto her back, his hands spreading her thighs wide. The air between them crackled, charged with raw need, as he lowered his head, ready to devour her, to make her writhe and moan until the world outside their room ceased to exist.
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