His Little Flower (Felix and Flora)



"You should have known what this would bring," Julian's hands find mine. He intertwines our fingers, pressing me against the wall. Our hands together is so intimate, but the way he's looking at me is dangerous and full of promise.

"What?" I can only manage to whisper.

He doesn't say anything. He cocks his head to the side, staring at me. I am suddenly very aware of the way my lips are a bit chapped, Would he notice if he kissed me? Would he notice the way my hair are standing on end?

I don't have to wait to find out. He dips his head to kiss me. Simuly. Teasing my lips with his tongue. Then softly sliding in, making sure I feel it, making sure I know its him who's kissing me.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

His hands travel to my oss, squeezing, before he lets me go an

"Bend over." He orders. me go and pulls back.

I want to do as he says. But it would be fun to test him. Fun to make him angry. So he takes it out on me. Maybe just a little.

"We don't have time for this!

He smirks. “I have some things in mind for you."

I roll my eyes dramatically. "Promises, promises."

He grabs me by the hair. Yes. Good. His grip isn't harsh, just hard enough to hurt, hard enough to make me want for him to take me right here. Julian bends down to kiss me lightly at the base of my throat. Then he bites the skin, pulling with his teeth. A low moan escapes me. Before I know it, his hand is around my throat, and he's bending me over the couch, flicking my dress up, sending a flurry of slaps on my ass. It pinches just for a bit, but it's not enough

I look back at him, and the way he stares at me is enough to make my knees give out. He softly pushes my panties to the side and touches me with the tip of his finger.

It's so soft and fleeting, I think I've

dreamt it. His finger swipes down my pussy, and 1

back, wanting it inside me.

"Wait, baby." He says softly. "Patience brings you pleasure." Fucking tease.

I love it.

He continues to play with me, touching me, but i

never giving me enough.

I sigh desperately, pressing my face into the couch underneath me.

"You know what I want." He reminds me.

"Please." I mutter.

"Can't hear you, Ginevra.*

"Please," I say

He bends down, grabbing my hair again, lifting my head, and shoves his fingers in my mouth. you ready for me to fuck you now?"

"Yes, please." I mumble around his fingers.

"Flease what?"

"Please fuck me."

"Good girl"

I hear him unzip his pants, and he eases into me gently, then pulls out suckdenly and buries himself inside me to the hill. A gasp escapes my mouth.

"More. Harder. Please."

And he does give me more. Harder. He pounds into me, fucking me like it's the last time he will, slowing down only when I beg him to

I turn round to look at him - eyes hooded, staring at me with an intensity that still sends shivers down my spine after all this time.

He reaches down to rub my clit, "Cum for me," he orders, and I do, waves of pleasure only he can give me floating before me.

"You'll cum again." He announces, and drives into me hard. Over and over, until I cum again.

He cums inside me, and pulls out softly. I lay there, trying to catch a breath. Julian grabs my passy, "Who does this pussy belong to?" "You." I answer.

"That's right. You're all mine. And now you're gonna be walking down the aisle with my cum inside you."

He bends down to bite me on the neck one last time.

“Don't I leave marks!” I exclaim, res me, “But later tonight, I won't be holding back."

"I'm not," He assures

He helps me get back up, and lays a soft kiss on my lips. "I love you." He whispers.

"I love you too. Now, go!"

He grins, fixing his pants, tucking his shirt in again, and walks out of the small dressing room.

I sit down in front of the mirror, breathing heavily. The door opens behind me, and in walks Sophie.

She takes in the sight of me, then smiles suggestively. "Need me to fix your makeup?"

I nod. "Yes, please."

Sophie quickly fixes my makeup and my hair, and then Bethany arrives to tell her its time for the me to enter.

My father is walking me down the

el

aisle. My beautiful daughter, now 3 years old, is our flower girl. She looks so cute in her pink dress, frolicking down the aisle. My bridesmaids, Sophie and Lana, my other friend from art school, and Noa, walk down the aisle first. And then, there is me.

P.ne

The music plays, and I take Papa's arm. We walk slowly, and I am glad, I wish to remember this moment forever. Julian looks stunning in his tuxedo. His brothers, along with Nico are his best men. They alKlook great, but I only have eyes for him. As does he, for me. Our eyes lock from across, and I know mine fill with tears. I think his do, too,

I always knew I belonged to Dante Rivera. I am irrevocably in love with him. There could never be anyone else.

-And there never will be.

Everything is a rush, saying our I

do's, saying our vows, until he kisses me, finally, his arm around my waist, pressing me close to him. I know everyone applauds, but i don't hear them.

"I love you." I tell him. I could tell him the same thing over and over, it would never be enough.

The smiles, and kisses me once again. I love you." He says, "Mi paradiso.