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I gasp when the soft fabric touches my face, wiping away the fresh cum, as if I’m worth using such a pretty thing on. I don’t protest. If he still wants me after what I did, I’m gonna take it.
As soon as he’s done, I get to the fun part and lick his neck clean, inch after inch. He shaved in the morning, but I sense a bit of stubble already, and the taste of his cum is intoxicating.
“Thank you. You have a really clever tongue,” Damen mutters, putting his arm around me. I can barely believe my luck when I place my head on his chest, so when he nudges my lips open, I obey. Salty fingers push in the crumpled handkerchief, and I shudder, overwhelmed by the salty, intense flavor of my lover’s cum. I’m gonna be sucking on that thing for sustenance until he wants it back.
“That’s it, just enjoy it, baby,” Damen whispers, kissing me again as we recover on the sofa. “And since I have such a lovely husband, I’ve got one more surprise for you when we’re ready to go.”
Chapter 6
Damen
IleaveAdrianoalarge tip for bearing with us, but what happened must hardly be the strangest thing he’s seen working at the boutique. A cute blush remains Kill’s face as I pay for our purchases, but I think I’ve hammered home that he doesn’t need to be afraid of me. Pun intended.
It’s already dark when we step into the cold air, but strings of pale lights transform the trees into a crystalline forest.Instrumental versions of Christmas hits play from the speakers, but while I’m feeling like having a minty hot chocolate, I want to do one more thing before we can relax.
The jeweler I lead Kill to is the fanciest one in town, known for pieces the biggest celebrities can’t afford to buy, but I want only the best for my fake husband, and I’m sure we can find something appropriate for him.
“Do you spank all your lovers, or only your husband?” he teases, but I sense a needy undertone, and I do kind of like that he’s jealous of faceless men he doesn’t know.
I don’t need to be a mind reader to recognize he’s been burned many times before and wants my reassurance. Some other man might have used Kill’s insecurities against him, but I don’t want a scared mouse. I want a man who can thrive at my side, confident in where he stands, and each moment I’m spending with him reveals another layer of compatibility. He’s rebellious, but also warm, funny, horny. What else could I possibly want from a man?
“I wish to only spank my husband.”
He bites back a smile and my heart beats faster when our eyes meet. His are filled with all the wonder and awe of a man falling in love all too quickly. Or it’s just the Christmas spirit getting the best of me.
“Here?” Kill asks, startled as I lead him into the shop sparkling with polished glass surfaces and jewels in all shapes and colors. A doorman greets us, but soon after, we’re at the counter, and I have the clerk’s full attention.
“I want to buy an engagement ring for my partner. But not just any ring,” I add, placing my hand on Kill’s nape. “Something unique enough to express his personality.”
The woman touches her lips as she thinks my words through. “Is there anything I should keep in mind? Preferred metal type? Stone shape? Budget?”
“We are open to seeing anything at this point,” I tell her, but I would like the stone to be of an appropriate size. I can’t have anyone thinking I cut corners on the symbol of our love.”
“It took him long enough to get me on board,” Kill plays into the fantasy with a warm smile. “His family needs to see he’s serious.”
He is making a funny comment for my pleasure, but it makes my heart beat faster. Can a man fall in love within a day? Because I think I’m close to the edge. I can just see myself as his husband, extending a protective arm over his shoulders.
The first few rings are quite basic. One’s shaped like a serpent wrapped around the finger, another is a band of platinum with a rough diamond, but none of the pieces are quite right. Killian opens up about his taste in the process, and while she gets a better idea that my husband is interested in something unique, we can’t find anything suitable. I once again reassure the clerk that I’m not on a budget, and only then does she remember the existence of a special dark fairytale-themed collection.
Most of the pieces are distinctly feminine, but the palladium armor ring set with a large trillion-shaped ruby with tiny diamonds on each of its corners speaks to me immediately. I don’t need to ask Killian to know it’s the one, so I take it from the cushion it’s presented to us on and slide it onto his finger.
His eyes light up and I stand close enough to hear that he’s stopped breathing. It fits as though it was custom made for him and even goes well with the manicure he got earlier. He’s already gotten a few much cheaper rings and necklaces today, but this is the crowning jewel, and we both know it.
“This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers as if talking louder could break the spell he has me under.
I sure hopethe coolest thing he’s ever seenis my dick, but I don’t hold that word choice against him, because it is a pretty amazing accessory.
“Is it the one?” I ask, stroking his hand.
“Yeah, this isthe one.” But he’s not even looking at it anymore. Our eyes locked, he rises to his toes and gives me a tender kiss.
Is this what being touched by an angel feels like? Because I can barely breathe in the glow of his appreciation. We also get a simple set of wedding bands, also in palladium before leaving the store as the final customers of the day.
As we step outside, dainty snowflakes are floating through the air, and I grin when one lands on Kill’s nose.
“There. I think we have everything now.”
He pulls out one of his new leather gloves. “With a ring like this, I’ll only ever wear one, even if my fingers are falling off.”
