Made of Steel

34. Valentine's Day

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Cassandra Reid

My eyes are too heavy for me. I feel exhausted as if I haven't slept in years and my mind refuses to wake up yet. However, an inspiring electric current suddenly stimulates my body, causing my eyelids to rebel against my desire to sleep and open the doors to the new morning. A sensual morning where my husband explores every part of my body while he sinks between my legs.

"What are you doing?", I ask, disconcerted, almost in a hoarse gasp, which betrays my status as just getting up.

"Taking my wife", he answers without further ado as he steals a moan from me with a nimble move. How is it possible that even asleep he manages to turn me on? "You're mine, cara and I'm hungry".

With those simple words and the touch of our fur, it's enough to trigger my first climax. From that moment on, I am not aware of anything else than our pleasure

We kiss like beasts, ignoring everything but not desire between the us.

His lips sweep away my longing for him as his hands touch me with such devotion that it unleashes a bone-chilling chill as fire erupts from the depths of my stomach and blood in my veins boils hot bubbles.

We delight one each other's desire, becoming only sensations, whispered wet kisses which condemn us to release pleasurable cries.

He surrenders to passion while I struggle to disguise my love with the rays of the sun that sneak through the terrace door.

Although Adriano does not correspond to me, he has been the first and only person who has made me feel like a woman... A desired and free woman.

The metal conquered me with its coldness, a coldness turned into flames which has set my soul on fire since a few weeks ago.

As much as I ran away, I couldn't escape from love... I couldn't escape from the Man of Steel.

I stretch out my arms to finish waking up and make the pretense of getting up to start the day, but his voice stops me midway:

"Don't even think about it, cara". He pulls me towards him with a strong pull and I'm back on top of his body, feeling his hardness with my intimacy. "You won't be out of here in a long time".

'Is this man not going to give me a break?'

"But... the kids..."

"They will be by their side today, Cassandra". When I think I've seen everything, my husband arrives with his aces up his sleeve to surprise me. "Today is for us... until party time. Then we'll pick it up at night".

"You and me... alone?", I think aloud.

'Oh my gosh, it's Valentine's Day!'

Will he be aware of it? If so, does it mean anything to him?

"I promised you a honeymoon and I am a man of my word".

Right off the bat, he flips us over to get underneath. Then he imprisons my lips and possesses me again. One, two, three... I have no idea how many times we make love and the most amazing thing is that even when we are exhausted, with a simple touch our strength is renewed.

That is why I am not alarmed when the beads of sweat slide down my skin as if it were the middle of August and not February at several degrees below zero.

We moved to the bathtub and had breakfast in a bubble bath. We feed each other and end up sharing much more than food.

"Aren't you going to let me out of the suite?", I ask with a wide smile on my face. "Not that I really want to go out anyway".