Page 422 of The Christmas Wife

"Here, taste." He brings them to my mouth and when I suck on them, the sweet-umami taste of my cum coats my tongue. My stomach chooses that moment to growl. He tilts his head. "Hungry?"

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Edward

"Where did you learn to cook?"

"I taught myself." I bring some of the pasta to my mouth and chew on it. I sent her to change into more comfortable clothes, and proceeded to cook. When she returned, she wore the sleep shorts and camisole I laid out for her.Good.She watched me as I’d cooked, and I paused to offer her small tastes of the food. Then realized watching her little, pink tongue lick the sauce off the ladle was turning the entire experience into an erotic episode. My pants grew too tight, and my balls hardened, and that wouldn’t do. I needed to ensure she was fed, so I stepped away and focused on the cooking. Soon, I plated out the food and slid it over to her, and we both dug in.

"You taught yourself?" She scoops up more pasta with her fork.

"You sound surprised."

"It’s really good, is all," she offers.

"I had time on my hands when I went traveling after leaving the church. After years of not allowing myself to indulge, it felt necessary to feed all of my senses, so I took some classes in different countries."

Her brow furrows. "Allof your senses?"

I nod.

"So you were with women?"

"You know I didn’t have penetrative sex with anyone for two years," I remind her.

"But you did do, uh…kinky stuff with them?"

"I watched. And I may have touched?—"

She pauses with her fork halfway to her mouth.

"I was experimenting."

"Experimenting?"

"I knew my tastes ran to the extreme. I wanted to see how much."

"And what did you find?"

"That BDSM helped me deal with the trauma from my past."

"You mean inflicting pain on another helps you release your own?"

"And inflicting it on myself." I take another mouthful of the food, then nod to her plate. "You need to eat."

She places her fork on her plate. "I think I’ve lost my appetite."

"Are you jealous that there were other women I used before you?"

"Maybe?"

"You don’t need to be."

She tips up her chin.

"You’re the only woman I’ve wanted to bind to me. You’re the only woman I’ve wanted to mark. You’re the only one I married?—"

"Fake married."

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