It was the wedding night as your mother made you wear a white backless dress that showed your curves flawlessly and a slit riding up your thigh. Your mother fussed over you in rapid Italian, telling you what to expect in your wedding night as she fixed your appearance. After a while, you head to his chamber, nervous but excited to see him again.

“Mi hermosa y pura esposa virgen… cómo he esperado años para acostarte..”

Alejandro said softly, as he kissed your neck.