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“What issues?” A dark look entered his eyes but he said nothing. “Fine, I can go back to not talking.” I stood up and wentaround the table when he grabbed me by my wrist and dropped me on his thigh. “What?—”
“Don’t you dare deprive me of your voice ever again.” His scent instantly hit me and I took a sharp inhale, heat blossoming in my core as I practically rode his thigh. His stubbled chin brushed against my cheek as he whispered in my ear, “Do you hear me, wife?”
I rolled my eyes, feigning this position wasn’t impacting me at all even though every fiber of my being was trembling.
“It’s impossible not to hear you.” There was a thickness in my voice, probably giving me away, and I could feel my walls crumbling down with each passing hour.
“Arianna.” His voice vibrated through my chest. “I have my limits too.”
I licked my lips, my heart thundering as I whispered, “What are they?”
His hand wrapped around my throat, forcing me to look at him while aurora lights reflected in his hazel eyes. “They all start and end with you.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
MATTEO
It was the second semi-normal day of our honeymoon.
Could it still be called a honeymoon five weeks later? Fuck if I knew, but I was going for it.
Yesterday, we stopped at the nearby island and visited the local shops. It was quite something seeing the little town under the darkness, the northern lights our only guide. We grabbed dinner in a local restaurant and then returned.
Much to my dismay, my wife didn’t call me to her bed.
No matter though. Patience was a virtue, and God as my witness, I was working at it.
Earlier, we prepared dinner together, sticking to neutral subjects while we ate, then washed the dishes.
But with each passing minute, tension crawled through the air, building and brewing. It descended on us like an iron curtain, but I refused to let it shut on us.
Arianna disappeared into her room, using the excuse of needing a shower.
The sound of the water running crept beneath the closed door, and even though I promised myself I’d take it slow, I found myself in front of it with my fingers curled around the doorknob.
Pushing the door open, I stepped inside. This room was a mirror image of the other one but larger—meant for us to share. I had the other room designed as a guest room to be turned into a children’s room when that day came.
The lights danced through the glass dome, but they had no awe-inducing effect on me. There was only one thing—a woman—who could captivate me right now.
That scent, so uniquely hers, was everywhere. I let it pull me under its spell, my cock tenting in my pants.
A soft moan captured my attention, and as if pulled by a magnetic force, I found my wife’s hazy silhouette through the foggy shower glass.
Her shoulders trembled as her breathing hitched and another moan slipped from her lips, her blonde head falling back against the glass.
I held my breath, my hard cock throbbing painfully as I watched my wife rub her pussy. I pictured her naked body behind that foggy glass, her wet and swollen lips asking for my mouth, and just as I was about to grip my cock, a frustrated groan left her lips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she breathed.
“What’s the matter?” I asked and she whirled around, giving me a glimpse of her glistening body. “Do you need help?”
“What are you doing, Matteo?”
“It seems we have a habit of meeting in the shower, baby.” I opened the shower door and found Ari’s body flushed from the heat, her eyes hazy with a need I could feel in the marrow of my bones. I reached out and turned off the shower, then stepped inside it.
Slowly, I dragged my thumb across her parted lips. When her tongue darted out, licking the tip, I almost fucking lost it. The need to bend her over and rut into her like a beast clawed at me.
Instead, I grunted a question, my voice thick with desire. “Want me to leave?”
