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“I would do anything for you. Anything,” I assure her, my voice filled with sincerity.

“I love it. It’s so beautiful,” she says, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

“The kitchen is fully stocked, and the staff is on call for anything you need. We have a few days of solitude, and then we have to head back. Demetrius and Aldo have everything handled.” I inform her.

“They knew?” she asks, her eyes widening with surprise.

“They did,” I confirm with a nod. “It was Luna’s idea, and I agreed. We need time alone.”

I turn towards her, pulling her closer into my embrace. “But the marriage was my idea. My wife,” I growl possessively.

“My husband,” she replies with a playful giggle, her voice filled with love and happiness.

I lift her gently, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, as we move through the house towards the opulent master suite. “You are mine,” I whisper, my voice filled with desire. Her response is immediate and unwavering, “Yes. Always.” The scent of her perfume lingers in the air as I press my lips against her delicate neck, sending shivers down her spine. With each step, anticipation builds.

We enter the softly-lit bedroom, the flickering candles casting a warm glow. “You are the most beautiful woman,” I murmur, my words filled with adoration. “I love you. Thank you for being my wife.”

Her voice, barely above a whisper, replies, “Thank you for asking me.” The sound of our words fills the room, intertwining with the soft melody playing in the background.

Carefully, I lay her down on the plush bed, the silky sheets caressing her skin. Climbing on top of her, I feel the electric connection between us intensify. “What did I do to deserve you?” I ask, my voice filled with wonder. “I have been waiting for you my whole life.”

Her response is filled with the same longing, “And I have been waiting for you.”

Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, the taste of her lingering on my tongue. Slowly, I undress her, savoring every moment, every inch of her exposed skin. With each touch, I can feel her surrender, her trust in me.

“Vlad, you are so good to me,” she whispers, her voice filled with gratitude.

I hold her tightly, feeling her heartbeat against my chest. She is my everything, my queen. Every dream I’ve ever had has materialized, and more.

“My queen,” I vow, my voice filled with devotion. “I promise to worship you for the rest of our lives.” In this moment, the room is filled with the intoxicating scent of love and desire as we embark on a journey of passion and everlasting love.

I take a nipple into my mouth, feeling its softness on my tongue, as I pinch the other one between my fingers.

“Vlad,” she moans, her voice filled with desire. “Let me show you, my love.” Her pleas escape as gasps, her breath quickening. I press my lips against her stomach, moving lower, tracing a trail of kisses. “Every inch of you is a masterpiece,” I whisper.

“Vlad,” she utters, her eyes fluttering back.

Her beauty and sensuality overwhelm me. I tenderly kiss the inside of her thighs, leaving a trail of tiny nips igniting her skin. My tongue glides up the delicate crease of her leg, eliciting a moan from her lips. Her intoxicating arousal envelops the air, making me groan with desire. She exudes an irresistible allure. I slide my fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out, syncing with her rhythm. As I suck her clit into my mouth, my tongue dances around it, flicking and teasing, causing her to gasp in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so enticing,” I growl.

“Vlad,” she screams, her body convulsing with pleasure.

“So responsive. So flawless.”

“More. Please. I need you inside me,” she pleads. I smile at her, sliding my fingers back inside, continuing to pleasure her. With my mouth still on her clit, I gently roll it between my teeth, intensifying her sensations. She grips the bed, grinding her wetness against my eager face.

“Patience, my queen,” I whisper, my voice filled with longing.

“No. Now,” she demands, her voice laced with urgency.

“Now what?” I inquire, my heart racing with anticipation.

“Your cock. I want your cock,” she breathes, her voice filled with desire.

I press my lips against her stomach, trailing kisses upward, savoring the taste of her skin. Every inch of her is intoxicating.

“Please. I need you inside me. Please,” she pleads, her voice filled with desperation.

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