Page 39 of Spider Demon's Kiss

“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 injuries!”

“Right, my injuries,” my wolf shifter husband said 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.

“Are you ready for bed?” I asked turning so he could see my round ass.

“You make me unsure of everything,” he replied.

“You don’t have to be unsure about me,” I told him before getting into bed and settling on a pillow looking up into his eyes.

Having finished my show, I watched him as he stepped out of the bathroom. He made no grand gesture. He didn’t have to. His increased bulge said it all and seeing it made me tingle.

Sitting on his side of the bed, he reached for the light and then got in. For a moment it was dark. I felt him next tome. Staring at the ceiling, I wondered what I should do next. I wanted to test him. I wanted to feel his bulging cock.

But, wasn’t this his test for me. He had asked that nothing happen between us. At least, not tonight. I could do that. I mean, I could kind of do that.

But everything in me screamed to roll over, slip his thick cock into my mouth, and push it down my throat.I wasn’t going to. Not tonight. It would kill me having him so close, but I would prove that he could trust me.

Obviously he could only trust me so far, because I couldn’t do nothing with him next to me. Smelling his slight musk over the sheets and pillow, I was as hard as I could be. I needed to at least touch him. So, making a show of it to let him know I was coming, I rolled onto my side, slipped my arm around him onto his chest, and spooned him.

My hard cock found his ass cheeks. It sat in the crevice perfectly. For tonight, it would have to be enough. Pressing my chest against his back, I rested my cheek on his shoulder. It felt so good that I rotated it. It was all I could do to keep myself from fully breaking his trust.

That didn’t last, but not because I gave up. After a few short minutes, Dante shook me off of him while trying to roll over. I moved away disappointed until he kept rolling making himself my big spoon.

His large hands spread across my chest. His hard bulge pressed against my ass. And his warm breath flowed across my neck relaxing me more than ever in my life.

Was this what feeling safe felt like? Thinking about it, I slowly fell asleep.

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