"You are my wife and no mortal should ever approach you, I will not have lower creatures eyeing MY woman, you belong to Lucifer, to the God of Hell."
"Relax," he muttered above my lips, his breath fanning my face, my lips tingling as his wet ones brushed against them, teasing me, "let me bathe you." The water cascaded down my back, and I felt my knees buckle as he drew me closer by the waist and my bare chest crashed into his wet, hard chest. The light collision had my n*****s hardening, his lips covered mine once again and my entire body went numb, I felt like I was under some spell.
I can't get this morning out of my mind.
It's been hours, yet I still blush like an i***t at every thought. The imagery, replaying those erotic scenes in my mind is so consu
