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— 𖤐 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
I observe in my peripheral vision as my wife emerges from the bathroom, her hair wet, clinging delicately to her cheeks and neck like glistening threads of moonlight. A towel draped casually in her hand as she pauses a few paces away from me.
With a graceful flick of her hand, she sweeps her damp locks to one side, revealing her slender neck, adorned with the marks I've left on her porcelain skin.
My marks on her smooth skin looks damn good and I like it a little too much. Fuck, the mere sight of it is such a turn on.
Just moments ago, I had managed to rein in my desires and this girl is messing with me again.
My focus easily shifts from the laptop to her as she feigns indifference, leisurely drying her hair with the towel.
Sensing my gaze, she turns towards me, her hand gliding through the damp strands as she smirks at me.
She gives her hair one final rub with the towel, throws it on the bed, and slowly approaches me with a grace.
I watch her every move as she stops in front of me and gazes down. She purposefully leans in, giving me a view of her cleavage—the same cleavage I licked— leaving my marks on the swell of her creamy tits.
Fuck.
Her lips form a provocative smile.
Fucking temptress. But my sweet little wife has no clue that she's teasing danger.
She then deliberately circles the couch slowly and stands behind me. Leaning down, her breath caresses my neck, and the scent of my shower gel and shampoo emits from her that stirs something within me.
I fucking like that as well. Her smelling like me.
Her slender fingers delicately grace my shoulder, purposefully trailing down to my chest.
My heart suddenly roars in my ears as she draws even closer, her cheek softly brushing against mine causing me to instinctively shut my eyes.
"What are you watching?" She whispers in my ears and I immediately open my eyes to see her gaze fixed on the laptop screen resting on my lap.
She pulls away from me and I turn back completely to look at her.
"Seriously, Mr. Malik? That's so typical! I mean, checking your emails on your wedding night?" She cups her waist with both hands.
"Nope, not happening." She shakes her head.
"Let's watch a movie." Her face lights up and she grins down at me like the annoying idiot she is and I glare up at her.
Completely ignoring my glare, She swiftly climbs onto the couch from behind, lifting one leg and then the other, settling into a comfortable position next to me with her legs folded beneath her, and practically snatching my laptop and placing it on her own lap.
