ADONIS POV
We both walked into the home with our hands intervened together.Be with me forever, Venus.
I closed the door behind her, as she stood there glaring at the huge portrait of us together. Portraits of us hung everywhere in the house, hoping that will be enough to convince her that we were happy.
Until the truth come out.
My subconsciousness said me. I brush it away as I was more interested in admiring my wife who was still looking at the picture.
I walked to her and wrapped my hands around her waist. I ran the tip of my nose along her neck. I nibbled her skin as I earned a sweet moan from her.
Fuck babe.
I couldn't control my lust any longer. I pushed her into the cushion and climbed over her. I continued my job of creating a hickey on her skin. My mark.
VENUS POV
Before I could even process what was happening, my body fell over the soft cushion with him over me. He was biting and sucking on my skin. That felt divine.Is he manipulating me?
What if all this is a perfect lie?
I gave him a light push on his shoulder. That did not affect him. I increased the intensity and finally created a space between us.
"I need some time," I said as avoided his gaze. This is so embarrassing cause minutes ago I was moaning at his touches.
He rubbed my cheek with his fingers softly and brushed his nose over mine. It gave butterflies in my stomach like a love-struck teenager. He gave me a quick peck kiss and moved away from me. I quickly sat up and caught him staring at me with a wide smile.
"I have many questions to ask?" I wanted to clear all my suspicions today.
He nodded, allowing me to continue.
"How did we meet?"
He said me the whole story. It was a cute love story, to be honest. But one thing I can't believe is that my parents disowned me for marrying him?!
"I want to meet my parents"
I thought he would say 'no' but he nodded positively. His confidence is screaming to me all the words that rolled out of his mouth were true.
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