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The next day, we’re having breakfast in bed when he says, “It’s been two days, and I still love you.”
I roll my eyes as I take my mug of triple espresso latte from the breakfast tray he’s carrying on his lap. I have to keep my stamina up with his somehow. I look over at him, my eyes glaring pointedly. But he smiles at me.Damn it, he’s so pretty.
My scowl melts away when he leans over. His lips are an inch away from mine, when his thumb wipes a drop of latte off my bottom lip.He licks his thumb and says, “You’re delicious.”
“You’re tasting my latte.” I glare at him even more, which apparently makes him smile wider even more.So pretty! Ugh!
“No,” he says, kissing me. “I’m tasting you.”
Then he places the tray on the other side of this enormous California king-sized bed we’re on. His body moves gracefully down mine as he spreads my legs. I guess he’s eating me for breakfast. It doesn’t take me long to spill my latte all over the sheets.So much for having stamina to match his.
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On the third day, I wake up in his arms, so sore almost everywhere, especially my ass, which I’m sure still has his handprints on it.
When I stir, he wakes up, opening his hooded eyes. They’re so stormy like thunderclouds ready to strike lightning. “It’s been three days,” he says, voice roughened with sleep. “And I still love you.”
“Ass.”
He smiles faintly, closing his eyes and nuzzling into my hair. “Is that your way of asking for more spanks? We got as far as fifty last night. Should we double that?” With an indignant huff, I let him drape me over his lap, my face buried in a pillow that he sets under my head. “Make sure to count it all this time, or I’m starting over.”
And I duly pay for calling him an ass first thing in the morning, spending the rest of the day completely under his control, stuck in our suite. Thank god for room service. Otherwise, how else would we be able to recover between rounds?
***
It’s the fourth day, and I hate how my body’s giving up on me already.
“Come on, don’t give up. Don’t let Dae win,” I say to myself in the bathroom mirror. “You can handle a sexcation. You can handle Dae.”
When I take a deep breath with my eyes closed, I can hear Dae’s footsteps come closer. Opening my eyes, I stare daggers into his reflection. His tall, lean—total sleeper bod—figure’s by the door, arms crossed. “Am I such bad company that you resort to talking to yourself?”
“Oh, I’m afraid clever one-liners belong to me, dearest husband,” I say with all the snark my weak body can muster. My legs feel like jello after yetanotherall-nighter. My husband’s a relentless savage in and outside of the bedroom. It turns me on so much, I hate it.
He shrugs a broad shoulder, his lips forming a firm line as he stares right back at my reflection. “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”
“So now I’m supposed to feel flattered?” I look at him in a way that says ‘Yeah, right’. But all he does is chuckle, smirking.
“Don’t leave the bed until I tell you I love you,” he demands.
“Maybe wake up sooner,” I say, turning around to face him with a frown. “It’s not my fault you slept in.”
He shakes his head, still smirking as he traps me against the sink counter with him towering over me, his arms on either side. “Don’t test me, little bird.”
Before I can speak, he’s kissing me hungrily, placing me to sit on the counter as he presses our naked bodies together, sliding his cock into my dripping pussy.That pep talk worked.
***
Before dawn on the fifth day, I wake up, drenched in sweat from a nightmare. My hair’s damp from sweat and possibly tears.
Silently, I stare at the ceiling, lost in the dark with no sign of the sun rising anytime soon.
I worry over my parents. So many what if’s swimming in my head,just like how, right now, it feels like I’m drowning in the red sea, tangy with the coppery stench of blood.
When I close my eyes, I wonder if it’s better if I force myself to go back to sleep.
So I keep my eyes closed for a moment, and then I feel warmth envelop me. It’s not startling at all. In fact, I welcome it. I welcomehim.
