Page 80 of The Hermit

As she sits up, I give her the clothes before picking her up bridal style.

She lets out a chuckle, and when I walk into the house, she mentions, “We need to blow out all the candles.”

“I’ll take care of it once I have you soaking in the bath.”

“I already bathed,” she argues.

I glance down at her. “It will help so you’re not sore later because now that I’ve had you and I know how amazing your pussy feels wrapped around my cock, I’ll probably be hard in ten minutes.”

Grace lets out a burst of laughter and wraps her arms around my neck while pressing a kiss to my jaw.

I carry her to my bedroom, and when I set her down in my bathroom, she glances around at the black slated walls and sunken tub that has a view of the moon shining over the treetops. There’s also a shower that can fit a group of people.

“It’s my first time in here,” she mentions.

“I didn’t say you weren’t allowed in my bedroom,” I mutter as I open the faucets. “And now that the marriage has been consummated, I expect you to sleep in my bed. No more separate bedrooms.”

“Okay.”

When she walks toward the door, I ask, “Where are you going?”

“To get my toiletries.”

I shake my head. “You can do that tomorrow. Tonight, I want you smelling like me.”

A smile creeps around the corners of her mouth. “Tell me it’s just me who brings out your possessive side.”

I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around her naked body. “It’s just you.” I watch as satisfaction flits over her features, and it has me adding, “No one has ever made me feel the way you do, and no one will. There’s only you, Grace.” I tilt my head as I lift my hand to brush some hair away from her face. “You’re a masterpiece that was made just for me.”

“That’s really romantic,” she whispers, happiness shining from her eyes as she stares up at me. A few seconds pass before she says, “I’m falling in love with you.”

My mouth curves up in a smile, her words settling deep in my heart. “Good, because I already love you. You didn’t give me much of a choice in the matter and just strolled into my heart, claiming every beat.”

“Jesus, Dominik,” she breathes. Her features tighten with emotion, and lifting on her tiptoes, she presses a kiss to my mouth.

I hate that I have to let her go, but the tub is full. I quickly close the faucets, then order, “Get in,moja láska.”

She gestures at the door. “I need to do something. Can I have some privacy?”

Jebat. Of course. She probably has my cum running down her thighs.

The thought has my cock hardening at the speed of light, and before I decide to fuck her right where she’s standing, I quickly walk out and shut the door behind me.

I adjust my cock as I head downstairs and blow out all the candles. Walking out onto the veranda, I gather the blankets from outside before shutting the sliding doors. I activate the alarm system and head to the laundry room, where I leave the blankets to be washed.

Stopping by the fridge, I grab two bottles of waters and return to my bedroom. While I drink some water, I check through my walk-in closet and pull out a gray shirt that will match Grace’s eyes.

When I knock on the bathroom door, she calls out, “You can come in.”

I nudge the door open, and stepping inside, I set the shirt down on the counter. “I want you to wear it tonight.”

“Oooh, I get a shirt. Don’t complain when I steal them all,” she teases me.

My eyes lock on my naked wife, and moving closer, I crouch beside the tub. I grab the body wash and squirt some into my hand. While I start to wash her breasts, massaging them, my eyes lock with Grace’s.

Her lips part, and I watch as desire makes her gray irises look stormy.

“Lie back,” I order, my tone soft but commanding.

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