Wife for Hire

Chapter 32

Denver’s POV

“You dare bring us here to the beach despite just receiving a threatening call?!” My fiancée yelled.

“That’s why I brought you here. So that we can take a breath,” I reminded her, making her cross her arms.

“And what if they’re serial killers? And considering we’re on the beach, our bodies could just be thrown in the water!”

I gave her a nervous, anxious laugh. “You really think that, huh?”

“And why should I not?” Wisdom frowned.I looked past her, then to the sea in front of us, drenching our feet with saltwater.

“Can you hear that?” I asked while slowly wrapping my arms on her shoulder.

“Hear what? I only hear you talking,” she said with a chortle.

I stroked her delicate skin and she leaned at my chest. “The song of the sea, the crashing waves that I only hear often. That I just heard today.”

“And what of that?”

“It’s calming and soothing. Especially when you listen to it with the person who made your heart beat faster.”

Wisdom looked at me. I can tell that her eyes are shining with love, with emotions that I can never comprehend but I know it’s deep and lovely. She was lovely. My love was lovely.

She returned her gaze to the setting sun. The sky bleeds with shades of orange and red and yellow. “Tell me Denver.”

I brushed my lips to her hair, breathing the scent of her crowning glory. “Have you really thought of me as just a hired wife from the start? I mean I know that we have recited marriage vows in front of a judge but the only witness to that is the judge and us.”

“And?” I inhaled the fragrance of the salty sea.

“Are you just after my body?” Wisdom is now seated beside me, ears waiting for my reply. “No.”

“No?”

“No. Because a woman is not a property that can merely be bought and sold again. A woman like you Wisdom is a treasure that I have spent my entire fortune just to be mine.”

She gaped at my sweet words. “And always mine. Forever will be,” I added.

And so as the waves crushed to every rock that lies on the seashore, Wisdom Linnea Weisz’ lips crushed and drowned at the curve of my mouth—at the beautiful shape of my lips.

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Wisdom’s POV

I kissed him, relished his taste, and savored his lips.

The words he said to me were like a bouquet of thornless roses wrapped in my heart.

I knew it. He loved me, cared for me. Denver has seen me as a goddess rather than a slave.

“I love you.” I whispered between his lips but he caught my mouth in less than a second.

“I love you more.” He said briefly as he gasped for breath before drowning his mouth to mine deeply.

He laid me in the sand and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He touched my legs and beckoned it to be wrapped around his waist. I did without any questioning eyes.

“Oh sweet Wisdom…” then he buried his face to my neck, tracing it with kisses with his heavenly grace. It began to drizzle, but I ignored it. We ignored it.

Rain or shine, hail or storm, this fire in our hearts will never go out.

He took off his shirt and, this time, I showered his bare chest with a hundred kisses. I went from his temple down to where his arching sword was waiting for my tongue.

“Ride me, Denver,” I pleaded. My head is now wet from the rain and from the sea. The sky is raging. So is Denver.

He didn’t waste any time and unbuckled his pants. I touched myself as I watched the last piece of clothes leave Denver’s body naked and glinting.

He was a fiery beacon amidst the raging skies and the blowing winds. The waves became fiercer but we didn’t heed any of these.

Denver was on fire, and I was this melting ice under him. My clothes are heavily drenched in water. My hair is soaked with the waves’ repeatedly washing on the shore.

Denver, my beloved, was facing the sea. But I was facing the opposite, to where the tall palm trees were repeatedly being challenged by the strong winds.

It was cold. I know. We both knew it. But Denver was comparable to the storm.

“Ahh…” my breathing is heavy. I closed my eyes as he began to shove his dick inside me. I feel warm once again. He situated his two hands on either side of my head and began to move.

A careful, precise move. Slow but swift. I held his waist with my two hands and opened wider.

My cry of pleasure is being cloaked with the fierce sound of the wind and rain and thunder. Not to mention the waves.

“Faster, Denver,” I commanded. He was the submissive one tonight. I never knew that making love during a storm is so hot and… valiant.

Denver was now rocking me. His huge masculine hand crawled to my neck and held it tightly. I just let him. After all, I am on the edge of paradise. Heaven on earth. He fucked me quick and fast as if he was challenging the wind to whom was faster.

“Ahh…” I cried. And cried again.

I bellowed as I tried to get hold of the sand but it just slid from my hand.

“Denver…” I say his name like a mantra during this coital reverie.

He banged me faster than ever until—

“Wisdom…” he purred. “I emptied my cock inside again.”

“It’s okay,” I uttered. Cold sweat flowing from him.

The wind had slowed down, as if it had accepted its defeat that my Denver is so much faster in making a woman come than the sea breeze making us calm.

To be honest, I am shaking. My body is quivering because of two things: the cold rain of the sea and the powerful storm that fucked inside me— Denver Mikhail Giordano. He come inside me. And expressed worry that I might be pregnant.

But he doesn’t know that I am already pregnant. I am just hiding it from him because I want to tell him right after we are bound by matrimony.

I loved our lovemaking. And for the first time in forever, we did it despite nature’s protest that we fuck in the beach while the rain was pouring and the wind blowing.

Because first of all, Denver has also poured hard into me and I have also blown him as hard as I could.

And I had sex with him as hard as he could, never mind the rumbling storm.

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