I tear into that box like a kid on Christmas morning, my fingers practically trembling with anticipation. Rhyland props himself up on his elbow, watching me with amusement and anticipation that's sexy as hell.
As I lift the lid and peel the delicate tissue paper back, I swear my heart stops for a second. Nestled in a sea of tissue, is quite possibly the most breathtaking dress I've ever seen.
I let out a gasp that's somewhere between a squeal and a moan, slipping off the bed to pull it out in all its glory.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
The dress is a masterpiece of silk and lace, a deep, rich burgundy that practically shimmers in the light.
It's a floor-length gown with a fitted bodice that looks like it was made to hug my every curve. The neckline is an open sweetheart cut, flaunting all the goods and leaving little to the imagination. I can't help but chuckle, wondering how Rhyland will keep his shit together, taking me out when I'm rocking this jaw-dropping dress. The back is all open and daringly low, skirting the edge of risqué with its provocative design.
But it's the details that make this dress unique. The bodice is adorned with intricate lace appliques, each hand-stitched with care and precision, which takes my breath away. The lace continues down the sides of the dress, drawing the eye to how the silk clings to my hips and thighs like a lover's caress.
And then there's the slit.Oh, the slit. It runs up the right side of the dress, starting at mid-thigh and ending just below the hip. It's the kind of slit that makes a statement, the kind that says, "I'm here to turn heads and break hearts, and I'm not sorry about it."
This isn't just a dress—it's a declaration of love, a promise of passion, and a celebration of everything that makes me feel beautiful and alive.
I turn to Rhyland, my eyes shining with unshed tears of joy and gratitude. "It's perfect," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. "You're perfect."
Rhyland closes the distance between us, his strong arms snaking around my waist and pulling me flush against his hard, muscular body. His heat seeps through the fabric of my clothes, making me feel warm and tingly all over.
"Not as perfect as you, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending heat coiling in my stomach. He leans in, capturing my lips in a gentle kiss—full of promise. His lips move against mine slowly, purposefully, like he's savoring every second of this moment.
Just as I'm about to melt into a puddle of desire right here on the spot, he pulls back and brings his hand down on my ass in a playful slap, the sharp sting of it making me yelp in surprise.
"Now go get dressed," he commands. "We have reservations, and I don't want to be late."
Rhyland
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Dani shuts the bathroom door, and I smirk as I make a beeline for the closet. I've got a few more surprises up my sleeve for tonight, and I'll be damned if I don't make the most of every fucking second.
I grab what I need and head back to the bathroom, knocking once before barging in. And holy fucking shit, the sight that greets me nearly brings me to my knees.
Dani's standing there like a goddamn goddess, wearing nothing but a scrap of black lace that barely qualifies as panties. Her perfect tits are out, golden and perky, begging for my hands and mouth. And fuck me; the highlights in her hair make her look even more irresistible if that's even possible. The golden streaks match those mesmerizing eyes of hers, adding a whole new level of sex appeal that has my cock straining against my zipper. It's taking every ounce of self-control I have not to throw her on the bed and ravage her right fucking now.
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry as a desert. I adjust my painfully hard erection.
"I almost forgot your other gifts," my voice rough with desire as I set the Jimmy Choo box down on the counter.
Dani tries to play coy, covering her nipples with her hands like some blushing virgin. "Oh? And what's that, Norse god of Naughtiness?" she asks, her voice all breathy and innocent.
I just smirk at the name, stalking her like the predator I am. I circle behind her, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Bend over, baby."
She shivers, her heart rate skyrocketing as she slowly places her hands on the counter. I grab her black lacy panties, moving them to the side as I run my fingers through her smooth, silky folds.
Fuck me, she's so goddamnperfect.
"Mmm, baby," I rumble, my cock painfully erect at the feel of her bare skin. "Did you do this for me?"
She looks over her shoulder, her gold eyes swirling with desire. "Maybe," she purrs, her hips pushing back against my hand. "Or maybe I just felt like being extra smooth today."
Knowing she's freshly waxed, smooth as fucking silk, has my blood pumping. I want to dive face-first into her sweet little pussy, lick and suck that pretty clit 'til she's wailing my name for all to hear. And don't even get me started on this tight, perfect ass. It's begging for my mouth, my teeth, my full fucking attention.
Later. I've got all of this night mapped out.
But hell, one little taste won't hurt, right?
