**First Night**

I’d been teasing him all evening—little brushes of my fingers against his thigh under the table, slow licks of my lips when he caught my gaze, whispering promises of what I’d let him do to me once we were alone. Our first night as husband and wife, and I wanted him to fucking *ruin* me.

The second the bedroom door clicked shut behind us, I turned, pressing my back against the full-length mirror, the cool glass sending a shiver through me. His eyes darkened, locked onto mine in the reflection. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night,” he growled, stepping close enough that I could feel the heat of his body, smell the whiskey on his breath.

I reached for his belt, popping the clasp open with practiced ease. “Then take what’s yours.”

His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back as his other hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse jump. Our eyes stayed locked in the mirror as he leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “You want me to fuck you like this? Watch yourself get wrecked?”

I moaned, nodding as best I could with his grip tight in my hair. “Yes—*fuck*, yes—”

His cock was already hard when I freed it from his pants, thick and hot in my hand. I stroked him once, twice, relishing the way his breath hitched before he shoved my dress up over my hips. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, tearing them down my thighs with a single rough tug.

“Look at yourself,” he ordered, forcing my legs apart with his knee. I gasped as his fingers slid through my wetness, rubbing tight circles over my clit. My hips jerked, desperate for more, but he kept the pressure light, just enough to make me whine.

“Please—” I begged, arching into his touch.

He chuckled darkly, his fingers slipping lower, pushing two inside me without warning. I cried out as he stretched me, his thumb still working my clit in quick, punishing strokes. “Look at how fucking wet you are,” he muttered, his voice rough. “All for me.”

I could see everything in the mirror—the way my tits heaved with each ragged breath, the flush creeping down my chest, the slick shine of my pussy as his fingers fucked in and out of me. His grip on my throat tightened, cutting off my air just enough to make my vision swim.

Then suddenly he was pulling away, spinning me around to face the mirror, bending me over with one hand between my shoulder blades. His cock pressed against my entrance, the thick head teasing my soaked folds.

“You ready?” he grunted, his free hand tangling in my hair again, forcing me to watch.

I nodded frantically, my nails scraping against the glass. “*Fuck* me—”

He shoved in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. I screamed, the stretch overwhelming, the heat of him splitting me open. His hips snapped forward again, setting a punishing rhythm, each slam of his body driving me harder against the mirror. His hand left my hair, wrapping around my throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make stars burst behind my eyes.

“That’s it,” he hissed, his breath hot against my ear. “Take it. Take *every inch*.”

I could see my own face—lips parted, eyes glazed, tears streaking my cheeks as he fucked me raw. His free hand slipped between my legs, fingers finding my clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts. Pleasure coiled tight in my gut, the pressure building until I was sobbing, my cunt clenching around him.

“Gonna come,” I choked out, the words barely audible.

His grip on my throat tightened, cutting off my air completely for a second before releasing. “Do it,” he demanded. “Come on my cock.”

The orgasm hit like a fucking train, my body locking up as waves of white-hot pleasure crashed through me. He didn’t stop, his thrusts turning erratic, his fingers digging into my hips as he chased his own release.

“Fuck—*fuck*—” he snarled, burying himself deep as he came, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me up.

He held me there for a long moment, both of us panting, before finally pulling out. I slumped forward, my forehead pressing against the mirror, my legs trembling.

He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, his voice smug. “Welcome home, wife.”

I grinned, still breathless. “Best. Wedding night. Ever.”