Stella (Book One of Dark Souls Series)

Pizzele

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Luna di Miele- a vacation spent together by a newlywed couple.
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"You can look now."

Adonis turned around to look at his beloved wife. Under the purple fluorescent lights, Stella kneeled in the middle of the Alaskan-king-sized bed. She was completely naked, but her hair curtained her breasts to tease him more. Once he realized that, he pursed his lips and slowly made his way toward the bed.

"I waited this long for you to taunt me further," he said, looking her in the eye because he knew eye contact was her weakness.

Instead of cowering, Stella shrugged. "Whatever do you mean?" she asks, tilting her head to the side with an innocent tone and alluring smile. "I'm right here."

Adonis grunted in disagreement and put one knee on the bed. "Are you ready?" he questioned her.

Since he had a height advantage, she decided to use that as she glanced at him through her lashes and nodded, her innocence at its full extent. "Yes, sir."

She succeeded at her mission of catching him off guard when she saw him grit his jaw, visibly biting back his smart comeback.

Although her husband would never admit it aloud, she knew that the thing he loved most about her was her doe eyes that made her appear shy and vulnerable.

Her fire was quickly blown out when he made his way towards her, resembling a lion getting ready to pounce on his prey. She felt intimidated by his broad shoulders and strong body. Never in her life would she have imagined ending up with someone like him.

The closer he came to her, the further she scooted back until her back touched the headboard.

"Fuck," she whimpered when he grabbed her chin.

"Fuck, indeed, darling," he mumbled darkly as he traced her lips with his thumb. She stared back at him, her body shivering with desire.

Stella wanted to bite him. She wanted to pull his thumb in between her teeth and suck it to prove to him that she wasn't as fragile as he'd been treating her.

Suddenly, he grabbed her neck, his thumb brushing against her jaw, and kissed her. He was grateful that he caught off her guard as he easily slipped his tongue into her mouth and dominated her. Unfortunately, she wasn't going down without a fight. She tugged on his locks of hair and yanked his head back. When she realized the advantage was now hers, she straddled him.

"You're playing a dangerous game," Adonis warned his wife. His heart hammered against his chest when he noticed the fire in her eyes. The coy smirk she showed made him realize that he'd been underestimating her. She always told him that she knew what she wanted, but he never allowed her to express herself because he wanted to be cautious.

Instead of responding, she pressed her lips against his, emitting power he had to surrender to. If he wasn't Adonis Veretti. But since he was, he easily flipped them over, laying her on her back without breaking the heated kiss.

He could feel her pouting against his lips which made him feel somewhat accomplished as her hands explored his body freely. Everywhere she touched him left tiny sparks until he couldn't take them anymore.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her. Now, her hair was splayed across the pillow and her breasts were on full display. He was never a boob man before tonight.

"Fucking hell, Stells," he mumbled, grabbing them like a baby reaching for its bottle.

She laughed at the boyish grin on his face because he did resemble a kid on Christmas. Her comedic smile turned into a pleasured sigh when he tugged on her erect nipples. Soon, his mouth replaced one of his hands.