Raphael
It's been ten weeks since the night we celebrated the ball in our home. And those ten weeks had been nothing short of heaven on earth, except may be the last two weeks. That was, the last two weeks that I had been foolish enough to stick to my gentlemanly vow and suggested that we abstain from having s*x before we say our vows to each other.
And now my soon to be duchess— for the second time, was angry with me. Because it was the second trimester of her pregnancy and she was fûcking hôrny all the time. And that dark look of desire in her eyes makes me want to forget everything and shed my restraint to push her against any of the flat surfaces and then ravage her like an animal.
I pushed the door open and my brows arched up on my forehead as I saw a number of kittens on the bed,
