I fall onto the bed. “I won’t marry again in this life.”
And the next moment, he is on top of me. “You can’t marry again in this life.”
Then he is kissing me. I close my eyes, responding to him. Slowly, my responses become sluggish as sleep starts taking over me.
He pulls back. “No one sleeps on their wedding night, Dove.”
I force my eyes open. “It’s fake news, Zoan.”
He gets up from me. “Okay, remove your dress, take a bath, and then sleep.”
I roll onto my stomach. “Remove my dress, that’s a husband’s job.”
“The duties don’t end at removing the dress, wife.”
I speak in a drowsy whisper, “Yes… you’ll have to remove my makeup also.”
He laughs then starts removing my dress. The dress is so light and comfortable, but the heat outside is enough to make me feel suffocated.
He takes the dress to the closet, Zoan and his OCD. I smile and close my eyes. Tiredness instantly pulls me under sleep.
But my sweet sleep only lasts a few minutes because then my panties are being removed. I’m turned onto my back, my legs spread, and a hot tongue makes me moan.
Zloban
“You are well aware that you are a beast, right?” she mumbles, resting her cheek on my shoulder.
I chuckle, removing another pin from her hair.
“Who uses his tired wife like this? Only a beast could do that,” she keeps muttering.
“Where were these complaints when this tired wife was riding my dick?”
Finally, all the pins are out. I open her hair, and they cascade down her naked back. I lift her up again and move us to the bathtub.
“If I’m being used,” she murmurs against my ear, “why wouldn’t I take something in return?”
I start washing her hair. She hums softly, closing her eyes, leaning into my hand as my fingers massage her scalp.
“Zoan.”
“Hmm.”
“We’re married.”
“Yes, Dove. We’re married.”
She grins. “Do you know since how long I’ve been dreaming about marrying you?”
“No,” I smile.
“I also don’t know,” she chuckles. “It feels like forever.”
I kiss her lips and place the showerhead back in its holder.
“Will you always love me like this?” she asks, resting her head on my shoulder.
I hum and press a kiss to her wet hair.
