Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“It’s my first time in here,” she mentions.
“I didn’t say you weren’t allowed in my bedroom,” I mutter as I open the faucets. “And now that the marriage has been consummated, I expect you to sleep in my bed. No more separate bedrooms.”
“Okay.”
When she walks toward the door, I ask, “Where are you going?”
“To get my toiletries.”
I shake my head. “You can do that tomorrow. Tonight, I want you smelling like me.”
A smile creeps around the corners of her mouth. “Tell me it’s just me who brings out your possessive side.”
I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around her naked body. “It’s just you.” I watch as satisfaction flits over her features, and it has me adding, “No one has ever made me feel the way you do, and no one will. There’s only you, Grace.” I tilt my head as I lift my hand to brush some hair away from her face. “You’re a masterpiece that was made just for me.”
“That’s really romantic,” she whispers, happiness shining from her eyes as she stares up at me. A few seconds pass before she says, “I’m falling in love with you.”
My mouth curves up in a smile, her words settling deep in my heart. “Good, because I already love you. You didn’t give me much of a choice in the matter and just strolled into my heart, claiming every beat.”
“Jesus, Dominik,” she breathes. Her features tighten with emotion, and lifting on her tiptoes, she presses a kiss to my mouth.
I hate that I have to let her go, but the tub is full. I quickly close the faucets, then order, “Get in, moja láska.”
She gestures at the door. “I need to do something. Can I have some privacy?”
Jebat. Of course. She probably has my cum running down her thighs.
The thought has my cock hardening at the speed of light, and before I decide to fuck her right where she’s standing, I quickly walk out and shut the door behind me.
I adjust my cock as I head downstairs and blow out all the candles. Walking out onto the veranda, I gather the blankets from outside before shutting the sliding doors. I activate the alarm system and head to the laundry room, where I leave the blankets to be washed.
Stopping by the fridge, I grab two bottles of waters and return to my bedroom. While I drink some water, I check through my walk-in closet and pull out a gray shirt that will match Grace’s eyes.
When I knock on the bathroom door, she calls out, “You can come in.”
I nudge the door open, and stepping inside, I set the shirt down on the counter. “I want you to wear it tonight.”
“Oooh, I get a shirt. Don’t complain when I steal them all,” she teases me.
My eyes lock on my naked wife, and moving closer, I crouch beside the tub. I grab the body wash and squirt some into my hand. While I start to wash her breasts, massaging them, my eyes lock with Grace’s.
Her lips part, and I watch as desire makes her gray irises look stormy.
“Lie back,” I order, my tone soft but commanding.
She relaxes, resting her head against the slope of the tub, and places her hands on the sides, looking like a fucking queen.
I keep her eyes imprisoned with mine as my hand glides over her skin. When I move lower, her breaths start to come faster and the corner of my mouth lifts.
“Open your legs,” I order.
She bends her legs at her knees, opening as wide as she can in the tub.
When I cup her pussy, her body shudders, and I notice how she grips the sides of the tub tighter.
I drink in the feel of her soft curls, and how fucking hot she feels when I circle her opening.
My wife’s already burning up for me.
“Do you need me to fuck you again, moja láska?”
Her head bobs up and down. “Yes.”
I slowly alternate between lightly brushing over her clit and teasing her opening, and Grace lifts her hips, making the water slosh.
“Keep still,” I demand.
“But you’re torturing me,” she complains, her muscles tensing and her body straining.
“That’s the plan,” I murmur darkly. “Let’s see how much you can take before you beg me to fuck you.”
“I’m ready to beg,” she gasps when I flick her clit. “Jesus, Dominik. Please…” I tease her by only pushing the tip of my finger inside her. “Oh God, please.”
“More,” I growl, loving this way too fucking much. I want her to lose her mind for me. I want her wild and desperate. “Beg the only man who can satisfy you.”
She nods frantically, her body trembling as she does her best not to move. “You’re the only man who’s made me come.”
My eyebrow lifts, and for a moment, I forget about torturing her. “Really?”