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I turn her on all fours and bite into her enticing ass cheek, leaving my mark, putting my stamp on her.
“Kieran.” My name is a sultry whisper that makes my cock slide even deeper inside her.
Aurora throws her head back in ecstasy. Her skin takes on a golden hue. She has never been more beautiful than with my cock unraveling her.
I fist her hair and drag her to me, nibbling on her neck, strumming her clit.
“You see what you do to me? A starved man for your pussy.”
I love how my dirty words make her walls clench around my cock. It’s a sweet torture to be gripped by her tightness. She shatters around me. Pressing her back into the mattress, my eyes glide down her spine, to her ass, red with the imprints ofmy hands and teeth. My princess likes a bit of pain. This woman was made to satisfy every twisted part of me. I grip her ass while watching my cock, glistening with her arousal.
“Come again, princess.”
“It’s too much—”
“It’s never enough,” I say on a low groan.
She comes around me for the second time, and I thrust a few more times, filling her with all I’ve got, brandishing her with this fire coursing through my veins. Letting go.
I crash next to her, taking her lips in a long kiss, and she says, “That was not lovemaking.”
I stare at her, taking her in. Did I hurt her? Was I too rough? But with half-lidded eyes, she adds, “I liked it.”
I am going to make sure this honeymoon will take her to the peak of pleasure, emotionally and physically.
One week into our honeymoon, we’re sunbathing on the deck, my body aching in the best ways possible.
After we visited all the hot spots in the South of France, from Nice to St. Tropez, we’re now on our way to Italy. The yacht halts in a bay, and I follow him to a Jet Ski. Kieran puts a life vest on me.
“Can I drive my own?”
He gives me that ‘not happening’ look and hops on the Jet Ski. I giggle and hold on to him as he parts the sea. And then we switch places, letting me drive, making it clear I never stood a chance not to fall for him.
It’s liberating. I speed over the water, the wind flapping my hair against my face. I take a sharp right and we flop into the sea. Laughing so hard, I swallow and cough up water, making my throat and nostrils burn. He pulls himself back on it, cutting the engine, and I swim toward him. After the adrenaline spike goes down, I hold on to him and enjoy the seagulls flying above us, the sun rays caressing the sea.
All the fun makes me hungry. After lunch we go swimming, and happiness overwhelms me. If I’d left, I would have missedall this: this experience of bliss, of sheer happiness, but most of all, of being in love
Once the yacht is docked, we amble through a small Italian village. I take in the picturesque landscape, a scenic image of nature and colorful houses wedged in the cliff. We have dinner at a small restaurant overlooking the sea, eating a plate of fish so delicious that it makes me moan. His eyes darken.
“Only my cock makes you moan.”
I slap a hand on the table, throwing my head back, laughing.
He leans over the table and instinctively, I squeeze my legs at the filthy promise in his eyes.
“I will make you moan so loud tonight, princess. You’ll hear yourself when you think of moaning about something else.”
It’s still hot outside even with the sun dipping behind the horizon, but my body temperature has risen to scorching.
“There is a party we’re going to tonight.”
There’s a certain mischief in his eyes.
“Okay.”
“If it’s too much, you’ll tell me.”
Whenever he says that, it’s his way of telling me he will take me hard and rough. I never thought I would enjoy that, but now, I like the bite of the sting, of dangling over the threshold of pleasure and pain. Because afterward, he makes love to me, to assure me he worships me.
