Dead Heart [2]

Chapter 20

Caitlyn's P.O.V 

I moaned, feeling the warmth of my husband's chest. I grinned, running the tips of my fingers across his abdomen. Lately, it had become my favorite past time. His chiseled, hard and muscular chest looked so fine that I could spend my whole life just admiring it.

The bits of fine dark brown hairs on his chest shone under the light. His chest was shaved but the new growing roots could be seen. I licked my dry lips before yawning. I stiffened as I felt a hand escaping under the only shirt that I had wore.

"Th–Theodore." My voice trailed off as his palm reached my panty's band.

"I won't touch you today?" He smirked, hooking his finger around the rubber band.

My stomach clenched tightly as I bit my lip, shutting my eyes. I gulped as he played with it and left it abruptly with a pull, swiftly rolling both of us around. I shrieked and dug into bed as he laid upon me, his every part of body touching mine.

"Mr. Bradford," I croaked, my throat too dry to speak. 

"Mrs. Bradford." He whispered, diving his head into the crook of my neck. 

I gasped as shivers ran through every fibre of my body. He ran his nose along the length of my neck before replacing it with his lips. I still couldn't believe it that I had confessed him something that I had not known myself about. It was an instict, it just felt right at that moment.

That was what I really felt and I spoke.

I liked him, much more than any other crush of mine.

I bit my lip as he sloppily kissed my neck, his tongue licking at it. I tried pressing my legs together, instead they pressed deeper on his long ones. We both had our legs tangled in a mess. I gulped hardly before pushing at his chest with my shaking hand.

"Don't trick me into your bed early morning, Mr. Bradford. We have other things to do too." I grinned, hooking my hands around his neck as he stayed upon me.

He bent down and touched our foreheads.

"Let's go to a tour today. We can do cycling around the beach and there are much more things to do." 

"Offer seems tempting." I nodded, pouting.

"You look more ravishing." I warmed up and looked away from his predatory orbs smoothly. I cleared my throat, blinking out of unwanted haze.

"So, what will we do after that?" I frowned, trying to change the topic.

"There are so many things to do here. But I can only give you the details on how we will be spending our evening." He smirked, curling a tendril of my hair into his finger.

He played with my hairs while looking at me with that smug, dark look which made goosebumps arise all over my body.

"Evening?" I mumbled softly as his palm caressed my cheek.

"We will have dinner and then we will come back in our ro—"

"That's obvious." I snorted, rolling my eyes.

"You didn't hear me completely, wife dearest." He muttered dryly, kissing my nose. I bit my lip to stop myself from giggling as he continued to kiss me all over the face.

"What are you doing?"

"Tonight, we will decide about the best punishment that you can be given." He whispered near my ear, his minty breathe falling on my face.

I frowned, shifting under him, rather uncomfortably with the thought. It opened up a new vision altogether. 

"Punishment?"