Loving You Again

chapter 32

Mature content

~3 years ago~

Myrah opened the door, still in Armando's arm.

Myrah giggled when she saw the decorated place. Earlier in the day, Armando came to decorate the cabin, the lights were perfectly dimmed, the air was filled with a beautiful scent of jasmine and  red rose petals were scattered everywhere, beautifully contrasting with the neutral beige and white interior decor.

"You like it? I tried to make the atmosphere more honeymoon like." Armando explained as he placed her back to her feet.

"Well, to be honest. I don't really like it. I mean the flowers and lights are kinda old school type." Myrah said looking around.

"Huh?" Armando said dumbly starting to get nervous.

She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"My dear husband, I don't like your arrangement. I love, love, love it. It's perfect. And you know I am into the old time, traditional romance. And anything you do is perfect. " 

Armando pulled her even closer to him and nuzzled her face. His minty fresh breath fanning on her face, making her want to lean even closer.

"You should be thankful, I love you so much and tonight is our wedding night. Or else, I'd make sure to make you pay for that little stunt you pulled." Armando said in a husky voice.

He kissed Myrah's neck subtly making her shiver.

He placed his forehead on hers. Armando's manly scent was making Myrah dizzy, in a good way.

"Myrah." Armando breathed.

"Hmm." Myrah hummed in response.

"I want to feel your touch, I want to hold you, to kiss you, to love you but mostly I need you." Armando whispered in her ear.

"I am all yours." Myrah simply said.

They looked into each other's eyes silently. Suddenly the small distance between them felt miles away. They craved for each other, to feel their touch. They needed each other.

Armando pulled Myrah closer to him, closing the distance between them with a searing kiss.

Myrah removed his suit jacket and her fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt.

She groaned in the kiss, feeling frustated when she was unable to open his shirt.

Armando pulled away and chuckled.

"So eager. Aren't we?" He teased and started undoing his shirt.

"Shut up and kiss me." She smiled and pulled Armando to her, kissing him deeply.

Armando's hand went to the back of her dress and unzipped it and removed it from her shoulders, making it fall and pool at her feet.

He broke the kiss to look at Myrah and a low sexy growl erupted from his throat, looking at his wife.

She was in a beautiful white strapless lace bralette with matching panties.