Something is better than nothing isn't it. I open the folder and look at my wife standing in front of the mirror with her face turned towards the camera and her eyes sparkling with joy, with a playful smile stretching her lips.
The lace lingerie is hugging her body tight like it was custom made for her. Her tits are pushing forward, She looks breathtakingly beautiful.
Her hair.
Her damn beautiful hair flowing in waves till her ass that is partly visible through the fabric, fuck I'm fucking hard for her.
I scroll through all the 10 pictures and stop at the last one where she's pouting i absentmindedly caress her lips through the screen. My dick is throbbing painfully hard screaming for a release. I drown the remaining vodka into my system that does nothing to quench my thirst.
Thirst for her.
Then I remember her face turning red with a hint of anger and hurt as she rushed out of the door with that robe.
I want to actually throw stella out of the window into the ocean to make me lose the opportunity of seeing her like that. I regret not following Alana and stripping her off the robe to see the most exquisite view.
I put the glass on the desk and march towards our bedroom door. I slowly open it not wanting to disrupt anything and see her on the couch leaning back with her eyes close as her hair falls to the floor to the back. Oh how I want to swipe that hair and tug it back till her eyes meet mine. I want to pound her hard till she cries. The kitten slowly lifts his head from the couch and looks at me before going back to sleep again. I swing the door open letting her know of my arrival. "Did you forget something sofi....." Her words stop as my footfalls vibrate in the room. Her eyes tense, but she doesn't open them. I stand right behind her wanting to, no, needing to touch her hair.
I slowly bend in front of her face that she is leaning in the back of the couch smelling her fragrance of chocolate and vanilla making me want to take a bite. But i control myself and take a deep sniff of her scent. And then slowly move towards the bar and take a glass and pour vodka and add 3 cubes of ice. I usually don't dilute my vodka but today it's different. I twirl it in my hands and turn , facing her.
She slowly lifts her head from the couch opening her eyes ever so slowly, anger radiating from them. I drag my gaze all over her body. I take a sip of my vodka to lower the intoxication of her angry stare. I watch her from the rim of the glass and allow my lips to curl a bit. I take measured steps to her.and stand right in front of her. She tilts her head meeting me with a cold and fuming stare. I feel an emotion taking root in my heart from her reaction to seeing another woman with me. It means she's unsettled and I very much like that.
I slowly kneel in front of her on one knee and meet her unwavering gaze, I lean into her scent and she says "Don't come near me with that thing in your hand. I loathe alcohol . As much as I loathe you".
There she is my clawing cat I smile and gulp down the remaining vodka, placing the glass with icecubes beside my leg, before taking her leg and placing it on my other knee. She visibly gasps and her dress rides back her thighs giving me a spectacular view of her. Oh my my, zayka isn't wearing anything underneath. This is going to be fun I smirk.
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Romance[This story contains mature content (+18)] He is the demon to her hell that she needs to escape. Captor of her cage, that she wants to break free. She is the blood in his veins that he wants to bleed. The obsession of his desires that he lives to ru...
