The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife

Hazel's POV

Liam's fingers traced through my hair as he carefully lifted the delicate tiara from my head, setting it aside on the velvet armchair with practiced ease. His lips left mine, and I watched him circle me slowly, his gaze burning with an intensity that made my breath catch. Every step he took was deliberate, predatory, like he was savoring this moment he had waited for.

His hands found my shoulders from behind, his lips following the curve of my neck as he began working the small buttons that secured my wedding gown. Each touch sent electricity through my skin. One by one, the buttons gave way under his skilled fingers. When the last one was freed, he slid his hands to the bow at my nape, the one that held everything together.

With one smooth motion, he pulled the silken ties, and my dress cascaded down my body like falling snow, pooling around my feet in layers of lace and tulle. The cool air hit my skin, but Liam's warmth pressed against my back immediately, his arousal evident as he pulled me against him. He turned my face to capture my lips again, and without breaking our connection, he lifted me free from the tangle of fabric.

Now I stood before him in nothing but the white lingerie I had chosen specifically for tonight, delicate Chantilly lace that left little to the imagination. His eyes roamed over me with an appreciation that made me feel like the most beautiful woman alive.

A wicked smile played at the corners of his mouth as he leaned close to my ear. "I think I'll be keeping these," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "Along with the ones from the masquerade ball."

The confession left me speechless, but happiness bloomed in my chest like I was sixteen again, hearing my first love confession. When I smiled at him, he returned it with such tenderness before his lips began their journey across my skin.

His mouth found my breasts as his hands slipped along the sides of my panties, slowly peeling them down my legs. When he reached my feet, he knelt before me, and I steadied myself with a hand on his shoulder as he helped me step out of the delicate fabric.

What he did next made my cheeks burn. He brought the lace to his face, breathing in deeply while maintaining eye contact, his violet eyes darkening to something almost feral.

"Your scent drives me insane," he said, his voice rough with need.

Before I could respond, his mouth was on me, kissing and exploring with a devotion that made my knees weak. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, his hands steadying me as his tongue worked magic that had me crying out his name, my fingers tangled in his dark hair. The pleasure built and built until it crashed over me in waves, and he took everything I gave him with evident satisfaction.

He rose quickly, sweeping me into his arms and carrying me to our bed. His lips never left my skin as he laid me down gently, then moved to my feet, unbuckling my sandals with the same care he had shown my dress. Each foot received a soft kiss before he straightened.

From the bed, I watched my husband put on a show that left me breathless. He moved with deliberate slowness, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest, the defined muscles of his abdomen. Every piece of clothing that hit the floor revealed more of the man who was now mine completely.

When he finally stood naked before me, I couldn't help but stare. He was magnificent, and the evidence of his desire for me made my mouth water. Without thinking, I reached for him, and he came willingly, letting me taste him the way he had tasted me.

His hands fisted in my hair as I took him into my mouth, his quiet moans spurring me on. I could feel him losing control, the way his breathing changed, the tension in his muscles. When he tried to pull away, I held him firm, wanting to give him the same pleasure he had given me. His release came with a groan of my name, and I took everything he offered.

He collapsed beside me for a moment, that satisfied smile still playing on his lips, before rolling over me, supporting his weight on his forearms. Our naked bodies pressed together, skin to skin, and the desire that had been simmering all evening reached a fever pitch.

"I need you," I whispered against his lips, and he needed no further encouragement.

He entered me slowly, both of us gasping at the perfect fit, the way our bodies seemed made for each other. For a moment, we simply held still, eyes locked, savoring the incredible feeling of being completely joined.

"Now I'm going to move," he whispered, and the promise in his voice sent shivers through me.

He withdrew slowly, then filled me again, establishing a rhythm that had us both moving in perfect synchronization. My hand pressed against his chest, feeling his heartbeat racing to match mine. We moved together like dancers, every thrust and counter-movement perfectly timed.

The sensations built between us, every touch magnified, every kiss deeper than the last. Our bodies moved together on the silk sheets, the moonlight streaming through the windows casting everything in silver. I felt myself approaching that beautiful edge, felt him pulsing inside me as his own release approached.

When he moaned my name, the sound pushed me over completely. We found our release together, bodies trembling, hearts racing, completely lost in each other. As we lay tangled together afterward, catching our breath, I realized this was only the beginning.

Our wedding night had many more hours ahead of us, and Liam's satisfied smile told me he had plans for every single one of them.