I huff in mock exhaustion and gulp when the action causes his cock to sink inside me deeper, echoes of the earlier bliss wracking through me. “I think I need to conduct a few more experiments before giving my verdict on the subject matter.”
He laughs before kissing me, rain tapping on the rooftop and blanketing us from the outside world, and at this moment, I’m truly happy for the first time.
I have no idea what tomorrow will bring, but there’s one thing I know for sure.
I will never regret this when it inevitably ends.
Orion
My innocent wife is no longer so innocent, because she gave herself to me.
I wouldn’t have cared if she had countless men before me, but the idea that I’m the only one to own her speaks to the darkand primal side of me that wishes to have all her firsts. Just for me.
I can still see traces of her blood on me, and the possessiveness claws at me, craving to lock her up here so nothing and no one can touch her.
Diana is mine.
And may the odds be in her favor once she finds out what that truly entails.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Some secrets are sacred.
The thing about sacred things, though?
They tend to get tarnished at some point.”
Diana
Diana
The drizzle tapping on the rooftop disturbs my sleep, so I roll to the side and snap my eyes open, only to close them again when the sun streaming through the open window blinds me.
Wincing, I cover them with my palm and adjust my vision, shaking my head. It seems that despite the rain, the sun still won the right to brighten everything around us. The dark clouds from last night are nowhere in sight.
Glancing at the bedside clock and realizing it’s ten already, I sit up in bed only to groan when my aching body protests in all the unfamiliar places.
“Oh my God. What in the world?” I mutter, stretching my arms above my head, and that’s when a sizzling flush travelsthrough my veins as the memories from last night sweep through my mind, destined to forever tempt all my resolves.
Orion played my body like his most beloved instrument and awakened the needs that stayed dormant within me, but now I’m not sure I can survive without them.
When a person is starved of basic human touch their whole life… it’s hard to go back to the coldness again once they get it.
Especially after last night, when it seemed like my husband finally stopped being a stranger and opened up to me in ways I didn’t expect, which made me attracted to him even more.
After our first time, he prepared a bath for us, and we spent hours there before he decided to indulge in round two. My cheeks heat at the memory.
He skims his lips up to my shoulder, blanketing my body from behind, and kisses my neck, licking my sensitive skin and sending pleasurable sensations all over me. My nails cut into the mattress, fisting the sheets. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his hands gliding up my sides and squeezing my hips before pressing himself harder into me and earning himself a gasp. “And mine.” He sucks on my flesh, hard, the sting traveling to my nerve endings, creating fire in the pit of my stomach that only his touch can soothe. “Whoever dares to take you away from me is a dead man.”
Before I can react to his words, he flips me onto my back, making a space for himself between my thighs. His mouth covers mine, imprisoning us in a searing kiss as he enters me hard.
My phone rings loudly in the otherwise silent space, and covering my flaming cheeks, I take deep breaths and try to focus on anything but the emotions hitting me from every corner.
I could have never imagined a man’s possessiveness could be something my shy self would crave, but it’s addicting to know such a powerful and handsome man is obsessed with me.
Someone no one wanted, even my own father.
Psychologists would have said it’s dangerous to get attached to the first man who shows you attention, as they can easily manipulate you to live a life they want. Except right at this moment, I don’t seem to care.
