Top Note

Prologue

Darcel

I released her slender neck, when I emptied my seeds inside her yet another time  tonight, while groaning like an aroused beast in heat.

She was still trembling in my arms from climaxing for the fourth time in a row. Her lips were slightly swollen from the torment of my raging mouth on her, I wondered how she has kept breathing from the moment I have started devouring her. All this time I have been hearing her gasping and moaning, the sensuous noises pushed me each time away from my self restraint. They are mine, all mine.

I felt the incessant rise and fall of her chest, under her messy ebony locks. The sight tempted me to wrap them around my hand and ravish my new wife until her voice turns croaky after screaming my name for the rest of the night.

I kicked away the devil whispering such tempting thoughts, dangling on my shoulder.  

'You have already proven yourself as a hungry wolf, while  guzzling her up all night. Since when have you been so horny Dar!'

I reprimanded myself for losing my leash.

Before I knew my knuckles were following a stealthy trail down to her cheek towards the dip of her neck.

"Mmm..."

I heard a discreet moan escaping her luscious lips which always welcome me to have a taste of them. Ever since the day I had met her all I have wanted to do was to smear her red lipstick with my tongue while working on her in every possible way. I have worked on my repulsive hardness imagining the scene of her lying naked on my bed, covered in the black satin sheets, I did it almost every day until she became mine.

"Darce" she mumbled my nickname, which she only uses during our time in bed. She stirred and then curled around my chest.

Is she dreaming of me now? A knot forms inside my chest and then a heat spreads all over my body. I couldn't resist the urge to plant a tender kiss on her forehead, which immediately made her snuggle even closer towards me. I notice how her curves fit in so well around my hard muscular chest as if they are two missing pieces of a puzzle which are now fused together.

Her breathing has steadied for sometime now, since she flaked out from the heated torment on her petite body. I brush away the wetness around her eyes gently with my thumb and then take a moment to appreciate her beauty. She looked so beguilingly innocent now that she is asleep. Not the fierce, elegant,and sharp perfumer she turns into during the day; not the temptress with her enticing scent who enchants me and lures me to turn me into a beast who can only think with his dick when I am around her. I watch her for sometime like a man under spell, and I can do this all day, I can watch her forever and never get the way she breathes, the way she sucks her lower lip like a baby while she's asleep, how naturally beautiful her brows are, how her thick lashes create a shadow around her eyes, her mesmerizing face, the dimple on her chin, her cascading locks, her perfectly beautiful body, and then my most favourite thing about her, which has me hooked like an addict. Her scent... The very unique Eriantha  scent, which doesn't come from any perfume. It's funny perfumers aren't supposed to wear any perfumes at all. But,then this woman has an enticing scent in her. It makes me want her, monopolise her. She is mine.

'Damn you! Darcel Karwitz, this woman has possessed you, and look  how absolutely obsessed you are about your wife. Even a few days back you would have laughed throwing your head backwards if anyone would have made this suggestion to you that you will be smitten by a woman, that too because you are crazy about her own unique scent. You hated perfumes remember?'

I still hate perfumes with an unequivocal passion.Perfumes remind me of nothing but the revenge which boils inside me like a pool of lava, but it's not a perfume, it's her scent and I couldn't think straight ever since it has hit me. It has been my personal favorite scent the moment she appeared in front of me.

Gently I inhaled her scent like someone who is high on drugs and then I retraced my handprint marking her neck like a necklace. What a cruel way to cover up a savage act! But if I was in my hands I would make her walk around marked by me, and proclaim to the world, who she belongs to.

I always knew I was a brute in bed, but I was never territorial about any woman. In fact, I never dated or gave any attention to the women I had laid, those were consensual sex to let off the steam. Sometimes I paid them, and at other times they were casual hook ups. However, even that was about several years back, in my teens and my early twenties. It's been years now since I cared about banging someone.

With power comes responsibility,and if you can't restrain your sexual urges, then you can be easily turned into a fool by someone who is skilled with the stuff in between their legs. The world is ruthless and sex is the most primal weapon to destroy someone. Since I began my own business, this has been my guiding principle. I didn't win the award for youngest entrepreneur in my first year for nothing. But now looking at my wife I wonder if I am the same man.

Liar! You already knew that the moment you allow yourself to touch her you will be an addict, a goner!

I bury my nose deep into the crook of her neck and the intoxicating scent sensation soothes down my rage. Pulling the blanket over us I drag her further close to my chest, until there's no gap left between us, gradually our breathing falls into a patterned rhythm.

Eriantha, my brave beautiful wife, even the meaning of her name is sweet, just like the natural scent that envelops her body.

"Sweet dreams  Nectar..." I rasp as I close my eyes, feeling her warmth enjoying this new sensation of lul in my life.

What did you think when you decided to marry a ruthless man like me who needed nothing more than your skills for his own selfish revenge? How can you be so fearless? And now when I have you all to myself, do you think I would ever let you go?