Taming of the beast - Completed.

Chapter Thirty-Five

"What about this one?" Callie swirled around and faced Riyad stretched out on their bed on his side, eyes dilated and heated.

"Perfect," he smiled, running his eyes over her slowly, eating her up. Callie warmed all over.

"You said that for the last four dresses."

"Oh, sorry, I was talking about the one modelling them."

"Riyad," she moaned. "You're not helping. I want to wear something special but not over the top, also dressy. It is a special dinner I have organised, even if delayed." It took time to organise a special dinner on board a yacht, not actually docked in a port. They had done a few stopovers, visiting the places where they stayed overnight.

"So you want me to dress for the occasion?" he arched a brow.

She sashayed across in her long dress, lifting the hem as she joined him on the bed, on her knees, hovering over him as he shifted onto his back, placing hands behind his head. A lazy smile curled his lips as his eyes roamed over her.

"As long as you're not naked, you look good in anything."

His brows furrowed down. "You do not want me naked?"

Helplessly, she giggled. "Of course, all the time, just not in front of my parents."

"Not something I plan to do," he reached up behind her, and lowered the zipper, the strapless dress falling away revealing her ample rounded creamy flesh to his sight. "However, I do plan to see you naked. If you like, I would choose something for you later." The dress fell to her hips, as he skimmed fingers over her aching breasts as she lowered, her slightly parted lips hovering over his, meshing with his heated hooded gaze.

"Yes, please," she breathed before claiming his lips with her own, as his arms folded around her.

The way this was heading, it would delay dinner!

Stepping out of the bathroom, Callie swirled around, the dress billowing out around her legs, holding up the front with her arm. "You have perfect taste," she laughed.

"Of course I do, I choose you, did I not?"

"Ah, you say the sweetest things," she headed towards him and planted a kiss on his lips then turned around and zipped up, his finger skimming her skin underneath, sending ripples of pleasure through her, then hauled her up against him, arm around her waist, and placed kisses on her exposed neck.

"I have the perfect piece to go with that," he reached across for a velvet box on the bed, Callie turned around as he opened the lid revealing a diamond necklace. Gingerly she touched it, her breath caught.

"It's exquisite," she released the breath she had been holding, looking up at the man holding them. "You do spoil me, but don't you think it's a tad over the top?"

"Beloved, you are a princess, also my wife I am proud to show off, now turn around." Placing a hand on her cleavage, she turned around where he draped the surrounding necklace on her exposed neckline from the strapless sweetheart tight bodice and flowing dress.

A classic black lace over a white satin underlay, hair pulled back from the sides to drape down the back, by a large diamond hair broach, she turned around and looked over her delicious husband, who looked so refined in his dark suit, white dress shirt, without a tie, the first two-button undone, exposing his throat and neckline, brushing hands over his shoulders.

Claiming his hands, Callie stared up into his watchful gaze. "Shall we?" She gulped.

"Nervous?"

She released a shaky breath. "Yes, you know my mother better than I do. I've only met her twice, as a very young child, vague memories, and at the mansion that had been brief and distant. Now I know why." She frowned. "By the way, we need a name for the mansion."