Page 38 of Black Widow's Kiss

“Alright. You can put it in my bedroom.”

“Our bedroom,” I corrected.

“We’ll see.”

“We’ll see. And did I tell you that our sleeping together starts tonight.”

I couldn’t tell if it was panic or pleasure that took over Dante.

“You’re just sayin’ the same bed, right? That’s all?” he confirmed.

“We’ll see,” I said with a smile.

“Kuroi!”

“Fine. I hope I don’t do anything that makes you punish me,” I teased.

“I’ve made a mistake, haven’t I?” he joked.

“Not from where I’m sitting,” I said truly seeing my husband for the first time.

He was not the man I thought he was. I was expecting a brute. It was what I expected from all men. He was different. I couldn’t put my finger on how, but he was.

“Why don’t you get ready for bed. I’ll be in there in a second,” I told him.

“Take your time. I need to take a shower.”

I nodded. “Let me know if you need any help in there,” I said with a smile.

He looked at me accusingly.

“Getting undressed,” I explained.

His suspicion deepened.

“Because of your stiches!”

“Right. My stitches,” he repeated doubtfully.

He wasn’t wrong.

Waiting a respectful amount of time, I eventually headed to his bedroom. Entering, I found the bathroom door open. Approaching and leaning on the door frame, I found him shirtless in a pair of sweat pants. Once I saw the bulge in them, it was all that I could look at. My pulse raced imagining his bulge pushing into me.

“You sleeping in that?” he asked snapping me back.

I looked down at my dress. A part of me felt foolish for wearing it. It was like I was walking around offstage with my costume on.

“No. Can you help me with the zipper?”

“Yeah,” he said approaching me slowly.

When I felt the heat from his shower envelop me, I breathed him in and turned my back to him. Waiting for his touch, when it came, it sent shivers through my body.

With the back of his fingers touching my neck as he gripped the top of my dress, he slowly unzipped me. When he was done, the back of his hand brushed my ass. Was it intentional?

Feeling heat in my cheeks, I turned around with barely any space between us. He didn’t budge. Neither did I. Lowering the sleeves over my shoulders, I let the dress drop.

Still inches from him, I looked up into his eyes and subtly showed him my neck. I wanted him to want it. He didn’t move. So, when I stepped out of my dress wearing only my lacy pink panties, he got a good look.

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