The Mafia King's Nicotine

Chapter 33

"Okay... Okay, Vivian, you're okay." She took in several deep breaths watching herself in the mirror, "You want this, this is okay. He's your husband."

Husband.

She was in the large bathroom in the suite aboard the cruise ship, preparing herself for when Erik returned with ice. He had purposely left to give her time to prepare herself for the upcoming events and she was ever grateful for that.

"Just breath. Let him take the lead. You're okay. You got this V!" She heard the door to the suite open and close, announcing Erik's return. She took one more glance in the mirror at her wine red lingerie set, before putting her hand on the doorknob trying to build up the courage.

Just open the fucking door!

She was going to vomit. She was going to pass out. Her head was spinning and her nerves were running haywire. What if she couldn't please him? What if she was bad at it? What if he found her inexperience annoying and tedious? What if she did something wrong?

Just open the fucking door!

"Vivian? Do you need help?" Erik asked from the other side of the door. She jumped at the sudden noise, stepping back a few paces.

Do not open the fucking door!

"No, no. I'm fine. I'll- I'll be out in a minute, just- just sit down." She stuttered. She listened carefully for a moment holding her breath. She heard some shuffling around and what she assumed was his belt, hitting the floor.

Swallowing any fear that still remained in her throat she grabbed the handle once more but this time she actually opened the fucking door.

Sitting on the large king-sized bed, waiting was a shirtless Erik with all his tattoos on display. He raised his head to see her and smiled at what he found.

Standing before him was his blushing bride in an adorable wine red lace bra and panty set. She was covering herself up slightly with one of her arms, embarrassed.

He held out his hand to her which she took slowly, "Trying to hide yourself from me, baby girl?" He asked bringing her to stand before him, running his fingers up and down her exposed sides, "remember rule number 3? Your body is mine." He asked, awaiting her response.

She gulped nervously, trying to relax her tense body, "Yes," This was nothing like last time, she wanted this. He wasn't forcing her into anything.

"You're so perfect," He pressed a kiss to her stomach and up through the valley of her breasts.

She closed her eyes at his touch, placing her hands over his on her sides, pulling them up to cup her breasts. He stood up from his seat, to kiss her soft lips and enjoy her for a moment before he took her fully. He was enjoying how willingly she was giving herself to him and knew that she did truly and fully love him as he loved her.

He paused and moved his hands to her face, forcing her to look at him, "You have to talk to me, alright? I don't want to hurt you." She nodded, biting her lip, just wanting him to kiss her again, "Say it."

"I'll talk to you, I promise." She whispered gazing at his lips longingly, desire beginning to pour through her body. She wanted him to touch her everywhere and give her that glorious feeling of being loved by another person.

But he did not kiss her. He just looked at her in adoration, "You are so beautiful." He whispered, "And you're all mine." He brushed her hair aside, kissing down her jaw to her neck, leaving marks along the way.

She trailed her fingers down his chest, feeling his impressively toned abs, stopping at his V line when Erik grabbed her hands.

He pulled them to his lips, kissing each knuckle gently, "Someone's eager."