It was simple.
He need a wife and I needed protection from a crazy stalker ex boyfriend.
Now there is no going back.
I'm his wife now and he is my husband
His Donna.
My Don.
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"I will burn this whole fucking city down if i have to," he decl...
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I look out towards the beach and marvel at the scenery of the tranquil ocean waters. The night skies relax me. Everything seems so vast and majestic here.
It's the most calm I felt in a while.
Looking at it already makes me feel at peace, the sounds of the calm waves, and the taste of the saltiness in the air on my tongue, make me feel its hypnotic and serene effect.
I look back inside the cabin and I see Arensio laying in the bed. He seems to be doing the same. He already looks relaxed, something I haven't seen on him, given how the stress he's been under the past months has taken so much out of him. I feel a little guilty about it. My added problems stressing him out.
I got up from the outdoor lounge chair and headed back inside. I sat on the edge of the bed as he slept peacefully. First time I saw him this way it was kinda cute.
As I watch him I noticed some things for once he has a slight scar above her left eyebrow. I wonder how he got that but then again he has tons of scars all over his body.
My eyes wander to his arms and his hands. Just thinking about them is make me wet with desire. Knowing the strength and skill in his hands alone.
Jesus.
But there is beauty in them. His tattoos are detailed and expressive.
"Why are staring at me?" He asks not opening his eyes.
"I'm not staring at you," I say quickly turning around away from him. I felt the bed move and his lips on my collarbone.
"It's okay that you were," he says softly. My eyes flutter at the sensation of his lips. His lips trail up my neck to the side of my jaw as I turned towards him.
My lips connected with his and with quick speed my back was on the bed and him on top of me.
Our lips reconnected and our tongues wrestle against each other. My hands slid into his hair and I pull him even closer to me than he already was.
But before the continues forward there is something I am dying to know...
He slips off the strap of my dress but I pull away from the kiss.
