The hotel suite was lavish, with a king-sized bed that dominated the room. Remy stood nervously by the window, her heart pounding in her chest. She had just married Theo, the love of her life, and tonight would be the first time they would consummate their union.
Theo approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling into her neck. "Are you ready, my love?" he murmured, his voice low and sensual.
Remy nodded, turning in Theo's arms to face him. She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly. "Theo," she began, her voice shaking. "There's something I need to tell you."
Theo's brow furrowed in concern. "What is it, Remy?" he asked gently.
Remy looked up at him, her eyes filled with nervousness and anticipation. "I... I've never done this before," she admitted, her cheeks flushing pink. "I'm a virgin."
Theo's eyes widened in surprise, but then a slow smile spread across his face. "Oh, Remy," he said softly, pulling her closer. "Thank you for telling me. You have no idea how much this means to me."
Remy's heart swelled at the sincerity in Theo's voice. "Really?" she asked, a small smile tugging at her lips.
Theo nodded, his hands roaming over her body possessively. "Yes, really," he murmured. "You're mine now, Remy. All mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
Remy shivered at the heat in Theo's gaze, desire coursing through her veins. Theo captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to claim her fully.
He undressed her slowly, his hands caressing every inch of newly exposed skin. When Remy was naked before him, Theo stepped back to admire her, his eyes dark with lust. "You're perfect," he growled. "And all mine."
Remy's breath hitched at the possessiveness in Theo's tone. She had never felt so wanted, so desired. Theo laid her down on the bed, his body covering hers as he rained kisses over her neck and chest.
His fingers found her entrance, teasing and stroking until Remy was writhing beneath him. "Please," she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.
Theo chuckled lowly, the sound sending shivers down Remy's spine. "Patience, my love," he murmured. "I'm going to take my time with you."
He coated his cock with her slick, positioning himself at Remy's entrance. He entered her slowly, giving her time to adjust to the stretching sensation. Remy gasped as she was filled, the feeling of fullness unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Theo moved carefully at first, his strokes shallow and deliberate. But as Remy relaxed and began to meet his thrusts, he increased his pace. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, their moans and gasps intermingling with the sound of skin on skin.
Remy could feel her orgasm approaching, her walls tightening around Theo's cock. "I'm close," she panted, her nails digging into Theo's back.
Theo reached between them, his fingers finding Remy's clit and rubbing in tight circles. "Come for me," he growled, his voice low and husky. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
With a cry of ecstasy, Remy obeyed. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her walls clenching around Theo's cock as she came hard. The sensation triggered Theo's own climax, and with a grunt of satisfaction, he buried himself deep inside Remy, filling her with his hot seed.
They collapsed together, chests heaving and limbs tangled. Remy had never felt so complete, so utterly satisfied. As she drifted off to sleep in Theo's arms, she knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together - one where she would belong to him completely.
Remy's eyes fluttered open as she felt a familiar heat building between her legs. She was lying on her back, the soft sheets of the hotel bed wrapped around her naked body. Theo was nestled between her thighs, his head buried in her sex as he lapped at her folds.
Remy gasped, her hands flying to Theo's hair as she arched into his touch. Theo looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust and desire. "Morning, beautiful," he purred, his tongue flicking out to tease her clit.
Remy could only moan in response, her hips bucking against Theo's face. He continued to work her over with his mouth, his fingers joining the fray to stretch and fill her. Remy's body responded eagerly, her walls clenching around Theo's digits as he pumped them in and out.
Just as Remy was about to tumble over the edge, Theo withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock. He entered her in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt as Remy cried out in pleasure.
Theo set a steady rhythm, his hips rolling against Remy's as he claimed her. Remy wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, their moans and grunts of pleasure echoing off the walls.
Remy could feel an orgasm approaching, her body tightening like a coiled spring. Theo must have sensed it too, because he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. "Come for me, baby," he growled, his voice low and husky. "Let me feel you come on my cock."
With a cry of ecstasy, Remy obeyed. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her walls clamping down around Theo's cock as she shook and trembled beneath him. Theo followed seconds later, his hot seed spilling deep inside her as he groaned his release.
They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and tangled in the sheets. Theo pressed kisses to Remy's neck, murmuring soft words of praise and adoration as they slowly fell back asleep.
The morning light, soft and golden, filtered through the silk drapes, casting a warm glow across the opulent suite. Remy woke slowly, feeling the comforting weight of Theo's arm around her. Her body still hummed with the echoes of the night, a delicious, languid warmth that settled deep in her bones. She turned, burying her face against his chest, inhaling his scent – a mix of clean skin, his subtle cologne, and a new, indelible musk that was uniquely theirs. A slow, contented smile stretched across her lips. It was real. All of it.
Theo stirred, his hand coming up to stroke her hair. "Morning, Mrs. Moretti," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep and a profound contentment.
Remy giggled, a soft, happy sound. "Mrs. Moretti. I like the sound of that. I bet your mom is going to love it." She paused, then, a mischievous gleam entering her eye as she remembered something he told her in passing. "Oh. Right. Your mom. The formidable matriarch. The traditional, Catholic."
Theo let out a low groan, a familiar exasperation entering his voice, though it was softened by the overwhelming tenderness in his gaze. He pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "That's precisely what we need to discuss, cara mia. Because if we tell my mother we got married by Elvis last night, she might actually have a stroke."
Remy burst out laughing, a bright, uninhibited sound. "Oh my god, she totally would, wouldn't she?! So, what's the plan, Theo? Do we just... pretend we're not married? For now?"
Theo nodded, a wry smile touching his lips. "It's the only way. For now. We tell them we're engaged. And we plan a suitably grand, traditional engagement party. And then, a year or so down the line, a wedding. A proper wedding, in her eyes." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It will buy us time. And save me from a lifetime of muttered Italian curses during family dinners."
Remy sat up, her eyes sparkling with amusement and a new, conspiratorial delight. "A secret marriage! Oh, Theo, this is genius! It's like our own private spy mission! Number 101 on the new list: Conduct a secret, high-stakes marital deception operation against a formidable Italian matriarch!" She clapped her hands together, already energized by the absurdity of it all. "I love it! So, engaged it is! When do we start picking out fake engagement party themes?"
Theo leaned back against the pillows, pulling her close again, his arm wrapping around her waist. He looked at the dazzling Strip outside, then back at his wife, radiant and mischievous, already plotting their next shared adventure. The secret, far from being a burden, felt like another intimate bond, a private, joyous shared reality that was uniquely theirs. He had given her back her future, and she, in turn, was making every single moment of it gloriously, outrageously, perfectly unforgettable. Their secret marriage, born in chaos, now thrived in the opulent calm of their honeymoon suite, a beautiful prelude to the complicated, exhilarating life that awaited them.