Page 19 of His Virgin Wife

Emily turned toward them.

“Everyone has left,” he said. “The cake was cutand according to one of my men, your mom distributed it to everyone present.”

Emily laughed. “Is there even cake left for us?”

He moved toward the bed. “Yep.” He’d gotten somecold cuts of meat, cheeses, and cake. Enough for the two of them.

Emily sat up, and he watched as she tried to liftthe sheet to hide her beautiful body from him, and he wasn’t having any of it.

“You don’t get to hide from me, not ever.” He sawher cheeks heat. “You know, it doesn’t take a lot to get you to blush.”

“Shut up,” she said.

He loved how happy she was to talk to him likethat.

Lifting up a small cube of cheese, he presented itto her. “Open your lips,” he said.

She opened her mouth and popped in the cheese.

He was looking forward to taking care of her. Domhad known from the moment he married her, that one time with Emily was nevergoing to be enough. The glint in her eyes told him he was never going to befinished with Emily. He loved that she didn’t cower from him anymore. He wasn’tgoing to hold it against her. Being afraid for her life was understandable.

Picking up the fork, he sliced through the cakeand then presented her with a piece. The moment the cake hit her tongue, hewatched as her eyes closed, and then she let out a little moan.

“I love this cake,” she said.

It was then that it hit him. It was such a strangefeeling, and one he’d never experienced before. No woman had ever loved him.Not a single one had claimed to want to be with him, yet as Emily spoke of thewordlovewith regard to the cake, he couldn’t help but wonder if shewould ever fall in love with him. It was insane. He was not a man who cared aboutlove.

None of this made any fucking sense to him,because the truth was, he didn’t care. At least, he never had before. Love wasfor the weak, and he was not a weak man.

Emily opened her eyes, and there was that littleblush that was so freaking cute. He was getting addicted to it.

There was no way he was falling for this woman.She was his wife, but that was because he wanted to fuck her. Love and emotionsdidn’t play a part. They meant nothing to him.

“What?” Emily asked. “Do I have cake on my chin?”

It was in that moment he realized he’d beenstaring at her.

“No,” he said, and then leaned in close to captureher lips. “I just want to feel these lips wrapped around my cock.”

He heard her sudden indrawn breath. It was thebest thing he could do in that moment. He didn’t want to be thinking about loveand emotions. They were not part of who he was.

What the fuck was Emily doing to him?

She flicked her tongue out and licked her lips,and in that moment, he wanted it wrapped around his cock.

Putting the food onto the chair in the corner, hemoved back to the bed and settled amongst the cushions. He looked at Emily, andas he waited, he wrapped his fingers around his length, working from the baseup to the tip, then back down again. He was already rock-hard and ready tofuck. Those plump lips looked too inviting to give up.

There was something about Emily that he couldn’tdeny himself. Her sweet mouth, the blue of her eyes, her full tits and juicyass. There was so much about her that he craved.

He knew this was a deadly combination. It was nota good thing to be falling for this woman. He didn’t believe in love. Love wasnothing more than a commercial ideal. Something weak people fell for.

She ran her hands up his thighs. Her touchtentative at first, and he watched as she licked her lips. He tried not tosuccumb to this need, but it was too great. She was a temptation.

She covered his hand with her own, and then hertongue danced across the tip of his cock. Pre-cum already covered the tip, andhe had no choice but to grit his teeth. He was so close to orgasm already,which was insane, as he had a release less than an hour ago.

Emily took the head of his cock into her mouth,and moaned around his length.

He let go of his cock and allowed her to takeover. He sat back and watched her.

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